What if DID – dissociative identity disorder (MPD flavored) – was simply God’s way of making more souls – human ones, that is?
What if “he” helped make you DID in order to:
A) Have more souls to play with, and
B) teach you.
What if – (just supposing – I’m not out to change anyone’s religion) – what was done to ‘you’ was so you could learn to take care of someone at the most intimate level – several ‘someones’ at a different levels – for ‘you’ to do good to – or bad to? There’s little doubt we’re evolving – but where – and more importantly, what to?
What if ALL the religions were right – but some of them were wrong?
What if those ‘parts’ of you were living souls you were “given” (created, whatnot) is to teach YOU a lesson? Or in our case, many lessons (it seems).
What if . . . just supposing, of course (everything here is theory, of course!) – there was some truth in reincarnation? That those souls you are taking care of – some might go on to be ‘angels’ (however you want to define that), some will be reborn (half-done); some have other ‘jobs’ to do – and you will be separated from them the day you die. Not permanently, of course (I’d hope and imagine) – but eternity is a long time, and this lifetime is a short one – in the long run (if you believe in things).
It might be sad, of course – ‘some’ going on to different things, you left behind – or worse, recycled to some planet for some more lessons in learning – who knows?
No one, of course. No one, at least to our knowledge (and means of medical verification) have ever ‘returned from the dead’. Oh yeah, I know those “Life after Life (death)” stories – but they can’t really ring true. At least they may represent the brain’s way of coping with its own dying – at best anything is true. That’s up to you to know and me to find out there at the end.
I’ve heard people say that’s something “you do alone”: dying. Everyone’s death (or their dying) is a vividly personal experience to them, I’m sure. According to my Theory on Why Time Flies (moving faster as we grow older) – the day you die will be your shortest day, period. All the same – more reason to enjoy what you’ve got left . . . (soft smile).
But I kinda wonder (and chuckle) – cuz’ when I die, I’m not going to be alone. There’s gonna be all those other ‘parts’ of me going along for the ride . . .
I wonder what it’s going to be like. If recollection holds true, it can come in many ways. I’ve almost died before and ‘know’ what it feels like to think you are dying – quite literally! – and becoming ‘separated’ and being ‘alone’. It was a different experience from what I’ve felt “myself” – we ‘all’ felt it and all came alive.
Imagine a firework going off. Some are bottle rockets – go up in the sky and ‘boom!’ – a flash and that is it.
Some are rather spectacular – exploding into streaks and flame, little balls of fire going off hither and thither and yon . . .
Who knows? Who gives a rat’s patoot if there is a living soul or not?
I know from practically dying – when you get knocked out, you get knocked out. A whang! from behind, lights out, there you are – not dreaming or anything. It isn’t until you start to regain consciousness that you begin to ‘dream’ – and then usually wake up wondering: “What the f&#!?”.
And I know from another time that there is ‘something else’ out there, on the edge of things.
To believe any of this you would have to believe in living souls and I believe as hard as I can. Hopefully I’ve got two or three or more, if you count all the parts in me.
Some are ‘undeveloped’ in ways. I’m almost certain some are going to be ‘recycled’ – coming back here or somewhere else. Others might have different jobs. One is going to war (I think) – and several others beside him. Who knows? We’ll see.
Perhaps we’re a team; a trip – an assemblage of persons inside ‘out for a vacation’ after doing some hard thing. Or perhaps we never were before. Who knows?
But if you believe in a ‘living soul’ it becomes easier to believe in more than one – and that “this” (DID) might be God’s way of upping things a bit; “learning you some lessons”, teaching ‘you’ a few tricks – maybe to see what kind of human being and/or soul you can be. What you can ‘make of them’ (your child personalities, along with several of your ‘others’, perhaps, if you can believe in these kinds of things – and that the abuse (chosen of free will by your abusers, not “Him”) – resulted in this kind of thing: the creation of new souls within you.
Science has explained enough to know (and say and admit it is the truth) we can not see nor detect ninety-plus percent of what’s ‘there’ – including in us. Despite our best instruments the best we can do is detect less than ten percent. The rest? That we sit around guessing about. Making theories to fit seen consequences, without knowing what the cause is. The Higgs-Boson particle, gravitons – string theory, entanglement theory . . .
That’s one I’m hanging a hat on. The idea – the knowledge – that ‘down there’ on a very fundamental level, ‘we’ interact with something on quantum levels. Every chemical change of the brain, every electron fired – every potassium or sodium ion that transfers – it’s ‘mapped’ at some quantum level. According to quantum theory (and some proofs) it must be true. There’s some other ‘part’ of ourselves – a ‘ghost’ if you will – that ‘exists’ on a quantum level – or perhaps a different energy field which we are but barely aware by intuition or hunch and not something we can measure. There’s proof particles interact – become ‘entangled’ – and there’s more to that than the physics field can explain – it’s just ‘unmeasured’ and we have no way (currently) of capturing that sort of information.
Eventually everyone gets to take that trip.
Are you going to be a bottle rocket going off? or perhaps something more spectacular.
In the end we’ll see.
(wistfully hoping that it’s true )