Afterlife
As we emerge from amongst the rubble of our old forms, heavy things with no feelings whatsoever, I feel that I have become like a gust of wind, light and pretty, and capable of feeling things like four dimensional loves. We do understand that we are of special breed, the half-lives, who have risen from what seems completely uninhabitable to humans. That utter word, which once described me, irks me, because now I see the pure error of our ways. Even though now the land is barren and cold, I am able to see the other realm, where life has always been fuzzy and green. It had never been possible to look through a different perspective in the past, where all I could see was I and my selfish little greed. The half-lives around me are shaking their head, maybe in awe, or perhaps in larger disappointment, because many of our family have not been able to join us. The new dawn of time has just begun, and we are about to make a difference; this time, the future generations will not screw it up like they have once done.
The people of the other realm, angels as we used to call them, has explained and dissipated all our uncertainties, traits which we have certainly brought from the human realm. We had asked if it was our ignorance and greed which brought us to this new era, and they smiled slowly, their faces something I can only describe as serenity. Yes, they said, as though to themselves, this is why we have brought you here. You understand the foolishness of your past. You’ll have to be the new breed, the role models, and the noble teachers for this World Age Cycle. They stopped smiling altogether, at once, and shook their heads in such a minute way that we almost missed it. The humans were selfish, self-centered, very much ignorant, and complacent, the Aeolus said and we blushed. But the Great Cycle was going to end anyway, they said, and now you have to be the new difference.
We understand all at once that the Aeolus were going to be our teachers, and we have to give them our fullest respect. Aldara, they called us, the winged gift bestowed to Earth, and the first of the new realm. The way our voices scatter is unbecoming, now as we step into the peaceful silence of this place, our bare feet touching something like grass but feels like bubble wrap that wouldn’t pop. Even the way we walk is noisy, even though when I had been alive as a human I didn’t notice. Our teachers, they had a voice, a single voice which unites their thoughts, and it comes penetrating our minds and rummaging it, as though understanding all of us from a central point. It scares me, and I know they know. It is only now that I realize all our technology was blunt and altogether a blatant joke. The Aeolus created things; they conjured cities just by constructing that thought of it in their heads. We had big cranes which took years to build a house-which came down like a statue of cards when the world ended.
We were there, trying to make small particles travel through time, when time has been controlling us all the while. The Aeolus explained that the way we moved were in the sequence of time, just like a film. When the film is paused, we freeze. I had never known. But here, the Aeolus laughed, you are standing outside that realm, like the audience of the show. You can travel to any part you like, and it’ll keep replaying and replaying. You cannot force the actors to do act according to your wants, but you can teach them, slowly and patiently like the director, until they understand. It takes me a while, but now I finally realize that in this realm, life is a stage, and we’re playing God.
Yes, yes, the voice of the Aeolus chimes in my head. You finally understand, they say. The Aldaras smile at one another, not quite sheepishly, because we have gained deeper understanding. Name some people which have influenced you when you were a human in that realm, they say rather excitedly. We shrug, and some said “Well… Mother Theresa? Jesus Christ? Buddha? Dalai Lama?” The Aeolus nod their heads and the grass feels cold under my feet. I don’t know if it is just me, or whether the Aeolus didn’t seem to take a feature. They move like silhouettes, but so unexplainably because I can see their faces. All the idols on Earth walk forward, and I can feel a shiver amongst the Aldaras.
In this realm, there is no such thing as guilt. Even though the humans did not do quite a good job of keeping themselves in check, the Aeolus do not blame themselves. All at once, the Aeolus seem to take the shape of Aslan, though afterwards other Aldaras told me otherwise. We have tried our best, he said, but they have not done well.
I can sense enlightenment in the Aldaras, and suddenly we realize that they are really our teachers after all; the Aeolus. I try to ask how they are able to enter the ‘film’ and fit into our concept of time, but tears choke me up that they have tried so hard and we hadn’t listened.
The voice in my head answers the question: The bodies on Earth are just puppets, heavy and meaningless. Our spirits go down and take up a form, and we try to spread teachings about things that are far more important than you. Carlos Barrios had said, “This [was] a crucially important moment for humanity and Earth. Each person is important. If you have incarnated into this era, you have spiritual work to do balancing the planet… The greatest wisdom is in simplicity. Love, respect, tolerance, sharing, gratitude, forgiveness. It’s not complex or elaborate. The real knowledge is free. It’s encoded in your DNA. All you need is within you. Great teachers have said that from the beginning. Find your heart, and you will find your way.”
As my eyes starts to adjust to seeing all the different realms at once, it suddenly occurs to me that all the expensive cars and buildings in the human realm are nothing but impure metal and grainy cement. The world which had ended was the one that was dominated by materialism and ego consciousness, therefore the world that follows must be founded on different values that honour the spirit of independence of all life.
I do not understand how I could have survived the linear time paradigm in the past, because even though we were heavy with flesh and arrogance, we were so paper-thin. Everything we followed was in a straight line, and the best thing we had was 3-D. Now, I panic sometimes, because I suddenly stop breathing and forget that I don’t have to do so anymore. I should like to express our soul now as part of the universe, as minute as a grain of sand, but so important as a gift of life.
I am starting to have some abilities like the Aeolus have. We Aldaras can now- like what they call it in the human realm- teleport. I realize that we have been standing at one point throughout the teaching, but the surroundings change constantly. My mind is still and calm, although the wind is harsh and cold. I suppose this is what they call shallow bliss, because I still find satisfaction in this. When we rebuild life, and mankind starts to pick themselves up again, we’ll all have a chance to start afresh. The Aldaras will start to store the past in the back of our minds, and put forth our best to help mankind learn the ropes to living proper life. The Aldaras will make sure that they never ever forget the teachings of life, and that they won’t lose their means of appreciating the other realms.
When the Earth is green again, and the oceans as blue as the start of time, our lessons are complete, and everything starts anew. As the people begin to awake, we settle down to watch over and love them with all our hearts.
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