Middle school years are rough. They were rough when I was young, and they’re even rougher now with all the modern ways tweenagers can take out their angst on each other.
Enter School Resource Officer Gordon Beesley
Every middle schooler should have an Officer Beesley assigned to them. My kids did. Many of their friends did, too.
Like Mikah in this video, who was at the same school at the same time as my own children. This is a remarkable story of an exemplary School Resource Officer, of an amazing human being đź —đź —.
So typical Officer Beesley.
My family needed Officer Beesley on occasion. There were days when going to school seemed insurmountable. There were days when high emotions made thinking and behaving well impossible.
Ever since my book club read Being Mortal, I’ve thought about what I’d like my elder years to look like (should I be lucky enough to have them) and what constitutes a good death, specifically, MY good death.
And that leads me to consider, even more specifically, what I’d like to happen in the hours and days after I die.
DIY in the Death Industry
I’ve explained before that I’m not too keen on burial and my kids are not too keen on “carmation.” Curious about alternatives to embalming (in preparation for either burial or cremation), I came across a New York Times article about the home death movement.
What do you think happens after death? Do you believe in a heaven and hell? An afterlife? Ashes to ashes? Reincarnation? A combination? Or something else?
What do you think happens after a person dies?
I’m not asking for any particular reason. It’s just that I find myself wondering about stuff while driving or showering, and my next thought is: what do my friends think about this? So I’m asking.
After A Person Dies…
I envision that the reunion of the soul and Source is absolutely, simply, magnificently divine, a sweet, long-awaited, and inevitable coming-back-together.
My theory is that a person’s essence (spirit, soul) returns to Source and becomes undifferentiated from the essence of All. Like a drop of water (discrete) returning to a vast ocean (continuous).
I favor the holographic idea of the drop and the ocean. The whole contains all the parts AND each part contains the whole.
So I don’t really believe in reincarnation, per se (because the person’s spirit is no longer separate/discrete). Nor in Grandma looking down on you.
In a sense, then, every body IS a reincarnation of All energies. The drop IS the ocean.
