Like the Lava in a Lava-Lamp… We’ll All Be One Again

My daughter’s lava lamp, once turned on, usually takes a good 45 minutes to an hour for the blob of lava to heat up enough to begin to mobilize. This day, I looked at the blob, still all in one piece at that point, and visualized what it was going to soon look like…. pieces of that “source” blob tearing off in all shapes and sizes; meandering up toward the top of the lamp for however long—sometimes merging with other pieces of lava, some of those spawned or ‘torn-off’ pieces would yet spawn other, smaller pieces of lava.

But eventually, all of these ‘torn-off’ pieces of that lava….would inevitably, finally return back to where it came from…. back to it’s ‘Source’, and become one with it again.

It then dawned on me, that this was almost perfectly akin to my ever evolving beliefs about life both… the ‘Before-life’, and the ‘After-life’.

Like most people, my beliefs too have shifted / evolved over the years from the childlike and stereotypical, “Heaven is in the clouds, everyone wears white”, etc., to something more along the lines of the following:

With every human being (indeed, every living thing) that’s born or made physically incarnate, a piece of God’s Spirit comes along within that human being. Then, we mingle for however long we do here in this physical realm on Earth, and we begin to ‘mature’ in every way—physically, mentally, and spiritually/emotionally. As we mature (as we accumulate our individual and sometimes collective experiences and the subsequent awareness’ that naturally follow), our consciousness expands. Sometimes quite much, perhaps other times not so much. But our consciousness does mature.

When it’s time to go ‘back home’ to our Source, we take that consciousness—not thoughts, but consciousness, individually and collectively, our experiences, our life lessons learned, and return back to our Source with those attributes. This may sound like sheer heresy—but in a way, I sometimes think of this as almost like God’s own method for self improvement. Note: I don’t profess to know the mind of God—but if I *were* God, I’d certainly like for a provision for the means of self-improvement. Better to be green and growing, than ripe and rotten. But this last part is not necessarily of any contingency or relevance….just my own thinking out-loud.

Like the lava, we then are reunited with our Source, and with each person returning, an ever expanding collective consciousness. From this ever growing and changing Source of collective Consciousness, is the well-spring that every living creature continues to be born with.

It then occurred to me that this might explain why people tend to thrive in social environments, as opposed to states of isolation. Where-ever we may assemble as humans— in churches, synagogues, mosques…. concerts, sports events, meetings for those in Twelve Step programs, academic environments, or meet-ups for whatever the occasion—I find a very real, rich and palpable energy source when engaged in these environments. Perhaps that’s because… when we’re all together for whatever the cause or event, it’s the closest thing to what it WAS like, and WILL be like again… when we were all one….when physical bodies didn’t contain our spirit. It’s no coincidence that what almost all Catholics say is their favorite part of the mass—when they get to the “peace be with you” greeting part, toward the end. We may not even be conscious of it as we’re stretching out our hands….but in each other’s eyes, we see the soul that we all know (and knew), albeit unconsciously, on some level, that we knew before. It’s a feeling of belonging, and a stripping away of any, “I’m alone in this” mentality or belief system. In whatever the assembly, this palpable, smile-generating energy comes from this being the closest we can get to Heaven (or being all one with each other again) while we’re all still here….the closest we can get to when we were just spirit with no physical bodies to separate us; when we were with The Source, and each other.

I guess this is why—when I do indulge in prayer and meditation (sadly not as often as I’d like), I no longer look “up there”. I’m now looking inward—not outward, where my God… or at least a piece of Him/Her… resides.