Is there life after death? An equally puzzling question could be posed: What has happened before our life’s frame of reference and will happen after it? Some may assign great meaning to the various answers that questions such as these evoke, and some may not. My own take is that we cannot and will not know the true answer until we slip the bonds of this life, so our time and energy here are best spent ruminating on what we can do in the here and now.

Currently the evidence I have available to me suggests that there is not an afterlife in the traditional sense that humanity teaches. Biologically we can prove (as much as anything can be proved when there are few or no known absolutes) that the vast majority of our personality and individuality resides in the brain, and that brain activity eventually ceases upon death. My working hypothesis is that when death occurs, hypoxia in the brain causes increased neural activity and a massive hormone rush that speeds up perception in a way that produces the so-called near-death experience. We suspect that time is perceived relatively by different people in different situations, and I consider it likely that we can experience a seeming eternity in the window between death and the time brain activity ceases. Obviously this is subject to scientific verification and open to reinterpretation given further evidence.

Given this stance, the best way I’ve found to honor the memory of loved ones is to heed their wisdom and to act in ways that honor their memory. There are many and various ceremonies that pertain to this practice, such as Halloween or Día de los Muertos that we can take part in to remember and honor our departed loved ones. These need only have the spiritual implications that we place upon them, and can provide healing and joy to those who choose to celebrate them.

Similar to honoring the dead, the best way I’ve found to improve this life is to live it to the fullest. Live responsibly but don’t be too sparing when indulging yourself. Spend it improving life for others, as those who do the same may bring some joy to you in return.

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Among other cherished qualities of the Ivy Celtic tree astrology sign, most prized is your ability to overcome all odds. You have a sharp intellect, but more obvious is your compassion and loyalty to others. You have a giving nature, and are always there to lend a helping hand. You are born at a time of the waning sun so life can be difficult for you at times. This sometimes seems unfair because it appears that obstacles are coming at with no prompting on your part. Nevertheless, you endure troubling times with silent perseverance and soulful grace. Indeed, Ivy signs have a tendency to be deeply spiritual and cling to a deep-rooted faith that typically sees them trough adversity. You are soft spoken, but have a keen wit about you. You are charming, charismatic, and can effectively hold your own in most social settings. Ivy signs are attracted to the Celtic tree astology sign of Oak and Ash signs.

Celtic Tree Astrology

This video is so full of sounds that bother me, I don’t even know where to start.

We live in interesting times. We have the ability to monitor almost any traffic in an effort to try and prevent almost any form of terrorist attack. We could line our streets with cameras and pay citizens to watch for any sign of trouble and report it to the proper authorities. If we wanted to, we could execute anyone caught contributing to terrorism in any way. Surely that would stop it, right? Surely we would justify such actions by weighing the cost in human life of executing criminals versus the countless innocent lives lost in countless acts of terrorism. Sounds plausible to me.

The only problem with such a notion is that it violates the principles of freedom upon which this country was founded. Believe me, I really hate to use the “our fathers” argument. It’s really the only thing that seems to pack a punch, though. Our forefathers (and mothers) believed in us, but more than that, they believed in freedom. They knew that freedom isn’t free. They knew that it must be fought for, and at times requires the loss of life. Sometimes I think that there are few things we today would risk our lives for, but they did it without thinking twice because they believed in freedom.

I’m less concerned about the telecom companies having immunity for it than I am with the government itself having immunity. Who holds the watcher’s watchers responsible for their actions? Whether we live in a free society or a police state, the cost of freedom is still the occasional loss of life. Either abide by the law or change it by legal means. Don’t give retroactive immunity because it creates divisiveness and encourages anarchy.

It too was covered with ages of dust and plant growth, but was recognizable nonetheless. There was another statue on one end of the dance floor that was in far worse condition. It had tendrils of stone coming off of it, climbing ever skyward, and seemed to have resembled something human at some time. I can’t recall for certain, but it seems as though some of the tendrils had broken off and continued to grow, giving them a layered appearance. There were other statues scattered around, but I can’t recall what any of the others looked like. Matter of fact, the whole city in my dream happened to be full of such buildings. I recall at other points in the dream regretting not having my camera to take pictures of it all. Strangely there was a feeling of sadness over it all, but it somehow felt right.

There was some time spent exploring the house, which was a strange cross between a Victorian mansion and an early 20th century farmhouse. I say this because there was a fairly modern toilet hidden beneath a staircase, but the rest of the house was filled with rich carpets and fine art you would expect to find in a mansion. The dream finally climaxed when I met up with three characters that some of you may also recognize:

I’m not sure how I realized it, but it seems I was carrying the the gems that belong on the foreheads of Urd, Belldandy, and Skuld. I recall it being a surprise, as though I had not recognized them in their human forms. I gave each their gem and was surrounded by light as they placed them to their foreheads. They went swirling through the air, rays of light shining out and feathers flying. When I opened my eyes, the hall was restored to its original condition. Marble tiles gleamed with polish as did perfect, smooth pillars of stone. Candles lit the entire hall with dancing flames. The statue that had fallen into such decay was restored, and turned out to be a dancer in mid-stride. I recall becoming distinctly aware at that point that there was something I was supposed to do in response to all this; something required to keep things this way, but it all started to fade away as I felt myself waking up to start a new day.

• I can live without you, no problem
• My love for you will definitely change
• You’re not everything I need
• I won’t always hold you close
• You and I aren’t one

There really isn’t much more I can add to this, so go check it out!

Soda Being Poured