So yeah, I’ve been writing with my new mentor—and she’s dead.
Minor complication really, especially given her big personality.
Lately, all she wants to talk about is how she died and what it’s like being dead.
I know, blah, blah, blah, who cares.
Oh wait, I do!
I’ve always been curious about the after-life and now lucky me, I have my own personal color commentator giving me her blow-by-blow descriptions of death and dying.
The other morning was typical. Another 5 a.m. wake-up call.
After hearing her “writing” in my head, (that’s how this works, she sends me these thoughts, or sentences that repeat and repeat and the trouble is they’re so great they wake me up), I stopped dreaming about the beached dolphin who was stealing the Nutty Buddy right out of my hand — and I got my computer to write her shit down.
“Woman, can’t you see I’m sleeping? It’s five in the morning!”
“Not here.”
Did I mention she’s a world-class smart-ass?
Her opening line with me a few months back was: death is highly underrated. How’s THAT for an opener?
It got my attention.
Saturday morning was no different. Her early morning wake-up line was this gem:
Death is slippery… Death is slippery…
It would never occur to me to pair those two words, death and slippery together.
That is SO her — I don’t have her facility with language. I’ve also never died, not even little bit.
So…that’s what woke me up enough to grab my computer.
She went on with her thought once she knew that I was awake and ready for dictation.
Did I mention she’s a bit of a taskmaster?
Death is subtle. It is slippery and seamless.
Huh.
I sat up (I had been typing laying down, hoping this was going to be a short session and I could go back to sleep) wiped the sleep from my eyes, the drool off my chin, and started to give that phrase some thought. Then I did what has become my habit with her. I looked up the definition of EVERY word because there are so many layers to what she’s trying to convey and her words are chosen VERY carefully.
It has been my experience that there is always a treasure of wisdom hidden inside.
This time did not disappoint.
SUBTLE: Delicately complex and understated. Really? Look at those words describing death — delicately complex, understated… A new concept, but I like it.
SLIPPERY: Elusive in meaning because changing according to one’s point of view. That’s the third definition listed, but that’s the one she chose. That makes sense to me. Your death experience would morph to your point of view or expectations.
SEAMLESS: Smooth and continuous, with no apparent gaps or spaces between one part and the next. Great word. Okay, okay, I’m starting to sense a theme here.
Eh hem, (said with the utmost respect) Madam, would you care to elaborate? (Like I could stop her).
Death is subtle. It is slippery and seamless.
One minute you’re here, the next you are not. It is not ONE BIT SCARY.
Similar enough to (life) to comfort; different enough to question.
“I’m dead, right?”
It has speed. Momentum.
Slippery and seamless—Think white socks on a waxed floor.
(she shows me Tom Cruise in Risky Business when he slides into the doorway in his sunglasses, white socks and tighty whities.)
That’s quite an entrance, don’t you agree? I suppose it’s also an exit. According to her—it’s both at the same time.
Can’t you just hear that music? That piano line? Da,da,da,da,da,da,dum.
You slide into the next life with shades and attitude, helped along by speed and momentum.
“I’m dead, right?”
At that point…does it matter?
Is it really that easy?
Apparently so.
Carry on,
xox
