Down went Alice, never once thinking about how in the world she was going to get out again.

There’s something magical about the night time. It’s the time when creative expression flows most freely. I love staying up late and spending hours looking at the stars. When I lived near Chicago, there were a few stars visible. You could see the big dipper and a few constellations in the sky. When I moved down to Kentucky,  I saw billions of stars. I could see the milky way. I didn’t even know that it was visible with the naked eye. I could see planets. It was really amazing, it looked like a Discovery Channel special.

I’ve been going outside a lot at night and it’s pretty far in the country down here, so all you hear are nature sounds. Crickets, frogs, owls, coyotes. I never thought I’d enjoy being out in the country, but it’s pretty amazing to be able to go outside and have a little fire and do nothing for a while.

I think as I get older, my main goal in life has changed to be ‘do as much nothing as possible’. I’m so unmotivated to be a “productive member of society” and work a 9-5 job that I really don’t like. I want to make things with my hands and sell them online or something. I want to create.

Anyway, back to night time. As I’ve spent all this extra time lately out in nature at night, I’ve noticed something kind of amazing: there is an energy at night in the atmosphere. It feels like there is something hidden just beneath the surface that you just can’t see. A buzz, almost electric.

As to what it is, I can only speculate, but the night sky has been an important part of almost every religion ever documented. What is it about the night that invokes a spiritual feeling in some people?

I want to believe that energy continues to manifest itself after a person has died. I think that is not only because I have had experiences that are unexplainable, but because I want to believe in a consciousness posthumous. I don’t necessarily believe that there are full blown apparitions walking around, but there are definitely things that can be felt that are unexplainable by science and that people have varying degrees of sensitivity to their existence.

I continue to search for my own degree of understanding of this life and the point of existence, but my ever-skeptical nature usually brings me back to questioning things and dismissing anything that would be more hopeful than rational. And that’s a shame, because believing in magic is much harder now than it was when I was a teenager. It’s sad how the life we choose deadens us to the every day miracle that is our existence and level of consciousness.

I’ve always had an interest in learning about other religions and the answers they try to suggest for the afterlife. None of it has ever struck me as being anything other than wishful thinking. I guess it’s best just to make the most out of what we know there is and to never stop asking questions.



Posted on August 6, 2014, in Alice in Awkwardland and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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