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Today’s Daily Prompt is: Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

My Name Is Earl

First off, I would like to say that I think that reincarnation is completely subjective. Hopefully by the end of this post, you will see what I mean. If not, that means that I am just a “prophet ahead of her time” 😉

Have you ever watched the TV show My Name is Earl? I absolutely love it and try to watch the reruns when I can. The funny thing about it is: I didn’t start watching the show until after it was cancelled. I don’t know why I never watched it before… But I love the message it imparts about trying to right your wrongs and come clean with people for the sake of karma (or just plain being a better person), and it’s a fun and uplifting way to start the morning (thank you, TBS).

Loverman doesn’t understand why I like the show so much. That’s also funny because he is a total goofball — and he is forever telling me how silly I am. But he will watch the show with me if it happens to be on, and usually he laughs out loud at least once…

Anyway, I like the concept of this show and I like that it is so simple — just a dude trying to make things right. (and I will eventually get to my point…)

I try to go through my life with that same basic concept, except I don’t live in my home town and I never see (even on Facebook) the people from my “past life”. But I like to “pay it forward” and make sure I “treat people the way I would like to be treated”. However, as we all know, there are times when that’s impossible and other times when I simply don’t want to.

By and by, all of us are really just a sum of our actions (aka – choices) and individualized beliefs and I believe that each of our “final destination”s are tailored by those actions and beliefs. Earl found out that if he started doing nice things for people, nice things happened to him, too (and bad things happened to him less). So he began to make a conscious effort to do good things and then he felt better — therefore, making a choice to change his own “final destination”.

Here are some more examples:

  • Some people think that they will be judged by a higher power and that they may (or may not) get to walk through the pearly gates and “meet their maker” — and that is the end.
  • Others think that once their bodies have died, everything is dead — and that is the end
  • Some think that after they die, their spirits are free to choose a new existence and are reincarnated into a new being — and there is no foreseeable end.

Chameleon_Con_Badge_by_charfadeI believe that each and every one of us is here for a purpose.
I believe that everything is one — and, as a result, I believe that everything happens for a reason.
I believe that, as things happen to us, we are forced to make choices that help us to grow and learn and change (if that is what we choose to do) and in the end, those choices mold our final destiny.
I believe that, ultimately, we will have to answer for those choices. But this is where my opinion differs from most…

I don’t believe in God — at least not like that. I don’t think that I am going to heaven and that I will have to explain to God why I messed up the things I did. I honestly think that there is way too much shit going on “down here” on Earth for God to care about whether or not I brushed my teeth before bed or if I looked both ways before crossing the street. Plus, how can we truly know that God didn’t just get sick of our hedonistic planet (a really long time ago) and go off and create another one, leaving us here to fend for ourselves?

I believe that my beliefs and choices (aka – actions) “build” my karma and that karma decides my destiny because those are the things that I believe.
I believe in reincarnation.
I believe that my level  (or, for lack of a better word, score) of “goodness” or “badness” will determine the type of new being that I become when my body dies and my spirit is reborn.
I also believe that our actions in our past lives effect what happens to us in our current lives.

So, in my reality, it only makes sense that I will be reincarnated but others may not…

  • Door To HellIf you believe that you will be judged by your maker and go to heaven/hell based on your goodness/badness — that will be what happens to you (but I say this belief gives people a false sense of security. Like — asking for forgiveness doesn’t mean a damn thing if you’re planning on doing that same “bad” thing again… My dad drowns hundreds of squirrels in a bucket every summer and he still thinks that he’s getting into heaven. I think he will be a bit upset when God expresses His disappointment in him for all the creatures he killed in cold blood — just so they didn’t eat the bird food in the hanging feeders?!?! Really?)
  • If you believe that once your body has died, everything is dead — that will be what happens to you. (I think this one sounds kind of sad and hopeless, but this is what some people want… And it might be a more “motivational” way of living. I can’t judge because I do not know.)
  • If you believe that after you die, your spirit will be free to choose a new existence — that will be what happens to you. (Yay! That’s me! I want to try again and again and again until I “get it right”!)

In the end, I believe that each one of us will get exactly what we prepare ourselves for… Whether it be heaven, total nothingness or the re-emergence of a new self.

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Through the Window (YUCK!)

ps-crane-hookI  gaze out my office window for just a minute to see two portable urinals floating high above the 4th floor of our office’s new partially-completed parking structure. Ewww! YUCK!

This is something that I never thought I would wonder about…

Is that how they do that? Does that mean that there were two port-a-johns “airlifted” OFF of the garage before and I missed that part?! How often do the potties get “changed”? Why haven’t I noticed this before?Help!

I didn’t even know that’s how those things are transported! What happens if they tip? What if one of them is too full? What if there’s still someone inside?

          “Heads up!!!”

I knew they were up there, I just never wondered how they got there…

Now I kind of wish that I didn’t know. You know? 😉

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The Flavor of Enchantment

Daiquiri Ice

When it comes to choosing a flavor of ice cream at Baskin-Robbins, I am definitely a “something else entirely” kinda girl (but at home, it’s mostly always chocolate 😉 )

When I was little, there were two places that I remember going to on a regular basis: Pizza Hut and Baskin-Robbins. We went to Pizza Hut almost every Friday night in the winters (in MN those winters lasted about 7 months) and, in the summer (all 3 months of the sweltering humid-heavy-oppressive summer) we would go to Baskin-Robbins on Saturday afternoons.

I remember the first time I discovered that Daiquiri Ice was one of the fantastic 32 flavors at Baskin-Robbins. I was seven, and definitely old enough to know that a daiquiri was a “grown-up” drink. That’s why I just had to try it! The entire time we were waiting in line I was thinking, “My parents are never going to let me order that. That’s a ‘grown-up‘ flavor.” When I was ordering, I felt like such a rebel choosing a flavor whose name was an alcoholic drink. I glanced back at my father, knowing that he was going to tell me to “Pick another flavor. That one is not appropriate for little girls.” When he didn’t say anything, I turned over to see what my mother had to say. Likewise, she was completely un-phased by my selection. Strange… But, ♫AWESOME♫!

I watched with hopeful eyes (and watering mouth) as the server placed my scoops of pale green bliss on that sugar cone of divinity… And, when we sat down to enjoy our afternoon delicacies, I remember that it was as yummy as I had hoped! Every last bite of it was like a tropical paradise in my mouth. And every single time after that still felt like I was having my own personal taste of ambrosia.

Eventually we moved to a different state (far away), where they didn’t have any Baskin-Robbins. After a while I forgot all about our Saturday ice cream adventures and my brief glimpse at the flavor of enchantment.

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What’s strange is that I don’t even like Sherbet. I will always choose something chocolate when we were (and are) ANYWHERE else. But, for some reason, this one flavor called out to me every single time we went to Baskin-Robbins. Maybe it was the artificial rum flavor or maybe it was just the thought of doing something that I felt was a little bit naughty. Maybe I should go back there again (I can’t even remember the last time I was there)  and try my  favorite flavor again to see. I wonder…

 

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I wish I were…

If things were different…

They just wouldn’t be the same…

My father used to say that all the time. I totally hated it!

Of course I wish things were different. Pretty much I wish that every day! Doesn’t everyone? But I don’t think that I can just wish away all the things that I don’t like. Some of the choices that I regret have turned me into the person that I love now! It would also mean that some of the things I enjoy and appreciate wouldn’t be the same – in fact, they might just cease to exist for me. And, although I won’t remember (because those things would not have happened), I might wish things were different then, too. Who can say what paradoxes I will create in my imagination trying to make things ideal?

“The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.” Patrick Star, SpongeBob Squarepants

If things were different, would I still love SpongeBob Squarepants? Would he still be my hero? Or, would I be voting for Mitt Romney in this year’s election instead? (I know they seem drastically different, but in my mind if I don’t like the one, I must be a “fan” of the other.)

If things were different, my two perfect daughters would be different. Maybe they would still be perfect, but they would be different. I would be different, too… How would I still know that they’re perfect? Heck, would I even have two daughters?

If things were different, my husband would take care of himself (or would he?). He would take responsibility for his actions and clean up after himself. He would act like an adult and treat me like his wife and not his mother. Or, maybe I would have gone through with that divorce 10 years ago. That sure would have changed things! I probably wouldn’t have moved to the lovely place where I live now, far from the repression of family and old memories. I would still be fat and unhappy. I would still be sealed inside my shell of self-protection – shielded from reality… And I would never have met all of these wonderful new people who care about me.

  • I wish I were richer. Then I would be able to take my daughters to Disneyland.
  • I wish I were taller. I don’t know why, I just think it would be more fun for me that way 😉
  • I wish I were sexier. Then I would have more self-confidence.
  • I wish my husband and I were divorced. Then I would have more freedom for myself, and I would be able to teach my daughters about healthy relationships. Really, I think I just wish that I had chosen someone else with whom to spend eternity.
  • I wish I never found out that my father drowns squirrels in a barrel in the garage every summer and then buries them all over the yard! In 2011 he killed 42. The last I heard this year, he was up to 39! What are they doing?! Keeping score?! Well, umm, you’re winning, you can stop already! FYI – squirrels mate for f***ing life, A**-holes!!!!!
  • I wish my mother had never told me that she wished I was more like my little brother and that she likes him better and always has.
  • I wish my parents were Democrats. Then they would just be completely different people than they are right now 😉 and that would be a good thing for everyone!

But some of those wishes are things that I cannot change (but if I keep wishing for it, maybe they will!) and will always be completely beyond my control.

“If wishes were horses, we’d all be eating steak” – Jayne Cobb, Firefly

I wish I had made different choices for my future a long, long time ago. But none of that matters now. I love the person that I have become, the things I have been forced to learn about myself and all of the world around me. If I had made different choices, I would be different too.

I don’t know what it would be like if all the things I wished for came true. All I know is that — things would definitely not be the same. I guess my father was right.

So, I guess the short version is: I wish I were exactly the same as I am right now!

(My attempt at this week’s DPChallenge: “I Wish I Were”)

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