Theresa, the Rational Materialist
Theresa the Rational Materialist Saturday
Aug. 30, 2014 Wake-up Pages
T: I'm Teresa.
Me: How can I help?
T: I like being dead.
Me: You do?
T: It's quiet and peaceful.
Me: So I've heard.
T: But is this all? I mean it's so boring.
Me: Do you know where you are?
T: I'm Dead. It's exactly like I thought it would be
Me: How did you think it would be?
T: Silent. Alone. Dark.
Me: How would you like it to be?
T: Well, I think Heaven is a silly idea....but if there were other people... And we could visit. You know, like neighbors. Very quiet neighbors.
Me: Maybe Ben can help.
B: I'm Ben.
T: I'm Teresa. I'm dead you know.
B: I am too. Don't you just love it.
T: I hadn't intended to love it. I'm pleased and surprised that I'm conscious. But if I'm going to be conscious I would prefer to have more to be conscious of.
B: It's not all like this. It's BIG
T: What is.
B: Everything. You have left all the limitations in 3D. Now nothing is limiting you except the belief that there are limits.
T: Aren't we DEAD?
B: That's what some people say we are. But really we're just outside of physical Life.
T: Life is life. We are dead.
B: You sure?
T: I think I would know.
B: Have you ever been dead before?
B: Nyeaaagh! Wrong! You've been dead lots of times.
T: You want me to believe in reincarnation?
B: Why not?
T: I'm a rational materialist.
B: That's your first mistake. Well, not your first, obviously.
T: What are you talking about?
B: Do you want to stay here forever?
T: What? In this gray space? It looks like the inside of a shoe box.
B: What would you prefer?
T: Maybe a nice library. An extensive collection of books on a variety of subjects. Good reading light.
B: Other patrons?
T: Yes. A few. Intelligent people to discuss with. I love good intelligent conversation.
B: You can have all that when you cross over.
T: Cross over what? The river Styx?
B: That's kind of a metaphorical river. But sure,why not?
T: It's not a real river but you want me to cross over something that is real?
B: Well, it's all about vibration really. You need to let go of your lower frequency ideas and let our vibration rise until you can be part of the higher frequency All That Is.
T: Is this gray place part of all that is?
B: Of course. But it isn't the best part.
T: I don't believe in anything after death.
B: But here you are.
T: In a gray box.
B: That's about as close as you can come to "nothing" with an active consciousness.
T: Why am I conscious? I'm not, am I? I'm just imagining this? Or dreaming. Or hallucinating.
B: With what? Your brain died hours ago.
T: Oh, this is STUPID!
B: I need help. I"m going to get some people to talk to you. ////// NIkola Tesla, Marie Curie, this is Teresa.
T: Wow, really? Hello.
MC: We would like for you to stop being an idiot and come and join us in the Timeless, Spacelessness.
NT: We are planning exciting new lives and interesting experiments. You must not sit in a Box when the whole of infinity is waiting.
T: What do I have to do?
MC and NT: THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX! (They laugh and high five.)
T: But I thought.
MC: Yes yes. But you don't want to be dogmatic. That's bad enough for religious people. It doesn't work at all for scientific thinkers.
T: I just don' know if I can believe that you are real.
NT: What believing? You don't need to believe. You test; you experiment. You draw conclusions based on evidence.
MC: You want to sit in this box or do you want to come with us and explore the universe and BEYOND!?
T: Robin, do you think I should go with them?
B: Would you let them go without you?
T: What if they are not real? What if they are trying to deceive me?
B: Why would they do that?
T: Because they're demonic.
MC: You say you are a rational materialist and now you believe in demons?
T: What if I'm wrong about materialism?
MC: A dogmatic rationalist who started out as a dogmatic religionist. Oy.
NT: So many layers. I don't know if there is anything we can do.
MC: Let's go back to the lab.
NT: We have an experiment in the oven. It is going to be the best ever.
T: A new form of renewable energy?
NT: A new recipe for chocolate cake.
MC: So dark, light cannot escape its surface.
NT: And rich. Richer than the mines of King Solomon.
MC: Of course you can try some. Come along.
NT: First, cake. And then we'll talk, okay?