Most of us see life as a period we spend wading through morasses of daily challenges just so that, one day, if we’re lucky, we might retire in the never-never land we refer to as heaven, and spend the rest of eternity doing absolutely nothing but basking in the eternal light of G
In order to make such a dismal prospect achievable, we’d created a God in our own image, and endowed Him, or possibly Her, with an abundance of very, very noble attributes. The alternate permanent residence is the exact opposite of this prospect, yet equally as dismal.
Because they are both based on the assumption that eternal dolce far niente, known to us as “sweet doing nothing”, which due to their proximity to the Vatican the Italians had brought to near-perfection, is the way to be.
And it is a reward.
For a day. A week. Maybe two weeks. But Eternity? Any definition of hell would be preferable.
To anyone who ever experienced even brief moments of creative force flowing through their veins, let alone their awareness, be it in heaven or in hell, nausea is equally abhorrent.
And yet there are those ephemeral fragments of eternity when we long for the stasis from which we emerged as innocent souls in search of adventure, and want to return to the peace that is beyond human understanding.
Not really. We must accept that heaven is not a happy retirement ground, but a mode of awareness that celebrates accomplishments we achieved on Earth. Here we must stretch our creative wings, try the seemingly impossible, cross far horizons, so as to earn holidays from our Herculean labours. Why Herculean? Because nothing less is worthy of the reward.
Heaven is a state of consciousness wherein we, tiny fragments of the Whole live our dreams without any danger of waking up in the middle of them. In heaven we dream our dreams in full consciousness, in limitless ability to do the impossible, the intangible, yet eminently real.
Hence, if we carry out tasks that we have assigned ourselves, the desire to return home becomes compelling. Alas, only in moments of deep meditation we are capable, and only sometimes, to confirm if we have fulfilled our dharma. Our raison d’être. No, these are not synonyms but in this context are complementary. Our self-assigned tasks may be large or small, yet always requiring all our efforts, and in all cases we choose only such tasks that we are capable of carrying out.
Thus we have only one thing to discover. We must learn why we, the irreplaceable and indivisible unites of the Whole, are here.
Below is the story of Sacha. He was obsessed with finding his dharma. Eventually, he did. His commitment earned him the highest levels of heaven, while they’d proven dire for those who tried to oppose him.
The novel might help you find your own purpose. And never forget, heaven is always within you.
Alexander Trilogy Book III
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