Shigetsu wrote:Does death cut you off from loved ones for ever?
IMHO the answer is a big loud NO!!!
We don't have proper perspective here because we're still living (mostly) in four dimensions.
Here is a nice story.
Once upon a time, we lived in four dimensions. Then we died.
But now - after we die, let's imagine we are living in five dimensions. We decide one day to visit a nice art gallery. There are hundreds of beautiful paintings in it. The first painting is called "life in four dimensions #1". The second is called "life in four dimensions #2". Etc. We come to an empty room in the art gallery where an artist is working on a painting called "life in four dimensions #3987459827091587405982710489". He sometimes looks like he's so focused on getting his painting just right that he's getting frustrated. So we suggest to him - you know, um, that thing you're working on it's not "real", right? It's "empty". But - he's so absorbed in his masterpiece that it's impossible to distract him. And after all, it really is going to be a masterpiece. Even the ugly, modern art paintings are kind of masterpieces in their own way, once you begin to understand a little bit about art history, etc. So we leave.
As we're leaving the art gallery we notice something else. The art gallery is called "life in five dimensions #1". There's an art gallery right next to it called "life in five dimensions #2". And then we notice that they go on an on right down the street. The street itself is called "life in five dimensions #5438763837653487". Art galleries, restaurants, museums, libraries, universities, nightclubs [hehe
], temples, theaters, churches, playgrounds. On and on and on. So many interesting, tasty and delicious treats to explore.
Now he're the idea we can take away from all this so far: no branch of the tree is ever "lost". Every single branch has existed, does exist and will always exist out there in hyperspace.
Now after a zillion years of living in five dimensions perhaps you and your friends are getting a little bored? Ennui beginning to set in? You all begin to get ants in your pants.
Something odd happens at this point. After exploring for a good long while you and your buddies notice a door. Above the door there is a sign which says - "to life in six dimensions". Now this is a little mind-blowing to say the least. The implication here is that every single one of these lives in five dimensions exists as merely one single branch of another tree - as merely one life in six dimensions. This tree with all of its zillions of branches becomes just one single branch of another tree which itself - probably - has zillions of branches.
The buddha of compassion pops into your head and says - nonono, you can't leave "life in five dimensions". Remember that artist you saw who was so focused on his painting in four dimensions? Well there are an awful lot of people like him, but kind of worse. They're so into their art they no longer have their feet on solid ground! We have to smack them upside the head and get them out of these art galleries for their own good! They're so concentrated on painting these "life in four dimensions" paintings they've started to forget there's other fun stuff to do. They've begun to think that "artist" equals "self". So we need to get them out. Kind of like a divine intervention. Plus aren't you kind of horrified at the idea that there's no final end to all these dimensions? Kind of like the "emptiness" of the painting "life in four dimensions #3987459827091587405982710489" - what if that kind of "emptiness" never stops?! Isn't that idea kind of, well, scary to you? And if it's scary to you it must be scary to all your pals living here in five dimensions. So why don't we all just stick around here and hug.
The buddha of wisdom pops into your head and says - meh go ahead go through the door. Don't you all want to at least go take a peep? Aren't you curious? Don't you want to, you know, evolve? Or become - not just enlightened, but, like - really totally
The buddhas disappear in a puff of smoke and just as you get so frustrated that you feel like going to purchase a set of paintbrushes, another, odd figure appears.
Hello, she says, I am the buddha of the union of wisdom and compassion. And I am here to tell you that all this is nothing more than a silly story told by some crazy moron on the internet.