LIFE after the POOF
Jeffrey Angelson
Everyone—
I’ve been sitting with something lately around recurrence, reincarnation, and what actually continues.
Wei Wu Wei suggests that what we experience as time and movement may be inseparable from the sensory apparatus itself. If that’s true, then when the senses are gone, perhaps everything simply goes “poof,” as Paul likes to say.
No separate experiencer continuing through time.
No fixed self traveling from life to life.
And yet… life clearly goes on.
Last winter I watched a video of my son rolling around in the snow with my three-year-old granddaughter. The joy was palpable. Watching it, I suddenly felt that while “she” as a separate entity may not continue forever, something undeniably continues.
The laughter.
The tenderness.
The way love moves through generations.
The way people remember how you made them feel.
Someday she may roll in the snow with her own child or someone she loves. Not as the same person repeating, but as life continuing to express itself through new forms.
And yet THIS is not the same.
It has been changed by every expression that came before it.
Maybe nothing personal survives intact.
But maybe nothing is ever truly lost either.
Rani Madhavapeddi
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Rob MacDonald
It's interesting, what is it that so desires a continuation story?
What is it that cannot conceptualize a memory-less experiencing of THIS?
How many times do we hear of others who had a momentary dropping of story of themselves to witness a timeless experiencing of THIS? Interesting how it is only the one who comes back from said experience that concerns themselves with talking about it or trying to achieve it again.
What would this living as a human be like if we didn't have a memory? Casting aside those things that are lovely about memories - where to find water, where to avoid because there are tigers - if we never left this moment as we aged and experienced life, how would that change our need to 'continue'?
Does the water droplet long to know that it will one day be a part of the ocean again? Does the ocean yearn to experience falling from a cloud, landing on a rock, and getting absorbed in the mud?
Could we just take joy and amazement in this ability to have these senses? From first loves to arthritic foot cramps?
And even if one day we find ourselves looping back around as a human, would it matter where we have been, or would it make more sense to be thankful for yet another chance to experience the full spectrum of this human experience?
Just thinking out loud here... I know nothing.
-Rob M.
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Jeffrey Angelson
Thinking out loud…
I sometimes wonder if Buddha remained silent about what happens after death because he saw that an answer would not end suffering.
In fact, it might deepen it.
The mind would immediately turn the answer into another belief,
another position,
another thing to cling to.
And clinging — even to spiritual concepts —
is suffering.
Maybe his silence was not avoidance,
but compassion.
There may indeed be something that is never born and never dies.
But the human mind seems to immediately hijack experience and claim:
“This is happening to me.”
“This is mine.”
“This must continue.”
Yet perhaps the personal self is no more permanent than any other thought appearing in consciousness.
Temporary.
Functional.
Necessary for daily living.
But not ultimate.
Our senses themselves appear limited —
tuned for survival within a narrow band of perception.
Humans seem unique in that we are aware of our own minds.
We remember.
We anticipate.
We psychologically project ourselves into imagined futures.
A deer does not seem burdened by this kind of narrative identity.
At the right moment,
it simply lays down
and returns to the forest.
As Christ said:
“The kingdom of heaven is within you.”
And Rumi asked:
“Why stay in prison when the door is so wide open?”
Maybe the prison is psychological grasping itself —
wanting certainty,
wanting permanence,
wanting continuity for the imagined self.
Yet life is only ever appearing here.
Changing.
Moving.
Morphing.
Not personal.
Just THIS.
The universe itself appears to be the ultimate recycling system.
Nothing is wasted.
Everything transforms.
Stars become planets.
Bodies become earth.
Thought becomes action.
Love becomes memory.
Memory becomes influence.
Influence reshapes the Field.
Perhaps we are not a drop in the ocean,
but the ocean appearing temporarily as a drop.
A wave rises,
takes temporary shape,
believes itself separate for a moment,
then returns to the ocean —
no longer a wave,
yet never separate from the water itself.
Maybe awakening is not about securing a future for the wave,
but realizing its nature as the ocean now.
Just thinking out loud
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Jeffrey Angelson
Rani,
About your question regarding my son and granddaughter…
I don’t experience my granddaughter as “me” in the personal sense.
She is clearly her own unique expression of life.
But I also don’t experience her as completely separate from me.
Something continues through relationship, influence, memory, love, genetics, nervous systems, and the ways we touch each other’s lives.
Perhaps we live on less as separate selves and more as living ripples in the Field.
People remember how we made them feel.
Our presence changes other lives.
And those lives continue changing others.
Maybe that too is part of what never really dies.
A wave rises and falls,
yet the ocean continues moving through new waves.
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Rani Madhavapeddi
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Jeffrey Angelson
Rani,
I’ve been sitting with your ocean and wave metaphor.
The more I reflect on it, the more it feels that the essential point may not be the different stages at all, but the recognition itself:
The wave never actually becomes the ocean.
It always was the ocean.
The apparent journey is from believing we are only a separate wave, to recognizing that separation never truly existed.
So perhaps the simplest way I can say it is:
“We are not waves connected to the ocean.
We are the ocean waving.”
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