This is probably a really odd thought (so it fits in here) but for people who believe in an afterlife and spirits and ghosts and all that, where does that lead or how interested are ‘they’ in ‘us’?
Jeepers Creepers
I have this picture from the Family Circus cartoon of Grandma and Grandpa standing on a cloud with wings and billowy robes looking down on their family, grand kids and whatnot. Sometimes they save them from a falling branch or from tripping over a curb or something, but what all are they looking at?
My wife swears a spirit grabbed her arm and prevented a fall down our basement steps and she actually had bruises on her arm that resembled finger prints, so that may indicate some level of interest in everyday activities, but where this all leads is, do we ever have any privacy?
In my mind, if there’s a god the only reason he ‘invented’ us was because he or she was bored. I mean think about it, floating around in a giant darkness for eternity with nothing to see or do? (remember he didn’t invent (or need) light until the ‘first day’ of the seven. (what a busy week) But basically inventing the universe was like getting cable hooked up.
So we ended up being god’s cable and he could afford the premium package, so she also gets to view my premium package, you know? And if that’s true, then maybe there are levels in heaven similar to basic cable, digital starter package, premier, sportsnet, etc and maybe hell is a pair of rabbit ears and their is still analog signals, but all three stations are 50 miles away and you only get commercials.
I mean if you are believing the strumming the harp thing, that would really get old fast. I like playuing guitar, but forever? And everyone singing hallelujah? Did you ever listen to people who are tone deaf or just don’t have rhythm? Holy shit. literally.
So of course they’d be watching us. (I know I will be) We are the biggest interconnected soap opera that also happens to be X rated. So do I ever have privacy or are my grandparents and all the assorted ancestors tuning in to the hide the salami show? Or the solo acts? Gosh at one point we were worried about having kids in the next room and keeping the volume low. Do we have spirits perched on the head board munching popcorn and running commentary?
On second thought, I probably wouldn’t watch my own descendants, that’d be too much like incest, I’d probably watch the neighbors.
