In the Land of Forever

October 26, 2024

I’ve never thought much about what life would be like if we lived a thousand years. Kerry K’s recent video about the reincarnation trap and the truncated, disease-plagued existence humans have endured for millennia discusses what befell the trap, and what we might look forward to with massively expanded lifespans. 

Walking along Muirfield Drive near my home in Goleta this morning, a slightly different route than I usually take, every step seemed to echo: a thousand years, a thousand years. I observed with a jaundiced eye the foggy morning, the unremarkable suburban homes, the political signage marring the view. 

Would I want to see these same sights for another 900 years? Wouldn’t that get pretty boring after the first hundred years? 

Redwood time moves at a more stately pace than human time…Redwoods are constantly in motion, moving upward into space, articulating themselves and filling redwood space over redwood time, over thousands of years. ~ Richard Preston

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It occurs to me that I could ask a giant sequoia. There aren’t any near at hand, but maybe I could energetically connect with one of the time-defying arboreal beings who populate swathes of Northern California. I remember going on family trips to the giant sequoias in the 1960s, following my parents along the trail to the enormous trunk slice, marveling at the centerpoint of the ring and the two-millennia-ago date humans assigned it.

It’s hard to deny that those tree beings are sentient, when you put a hand to the rough sweet bark and acknowledge that this tree existed for thousands of years before you took your first breath, and will still be here after you’ve turned to dust. 

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What would the sequoia tell me? It has looked upon the same largely unchanging view for more years than I can imagine. Has it been bored? Does it wish to move on? Does it agonize about what its purpose is, here on Planet Earth? 

Does it hold envy in a corner of its massive redwood heart, jealous of those light-emitting beings who touch it briefly, leave, and travel unimaginable distances, experiencing things the tree will never know? 

That’s a bit how I feel about otherworldly, other-dimensional beings who are said to be visiting Earth, and have been for many ages. I envy what I imagine is their freedom, their mobility, traveling to destinations with just a thought. I feel cheated as a human being, that they apparently know the true history of Earth and humanity, while we live it, over and over again, having no choice but to incarnate into forgetfulness of our true identity. 

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According to Kerry K (and others), that enforced reincarnational forgetfulness has come to an end. The false matrix is disintegrating, and that means the reincarnation trap is no more. 

Soon (presumably after the solar flare/shift that resets our DNA and severs our enslavement to time), we’ll be able to choose how many decades we wish to inhabit this physical body. We won’t be subject to the matrix-created dissolution of our carbon-based bodies because we will be migrating, cell by cell and molecule by molecule, into our crystal light physical bodies.

I can’t imagine how that works, so I hope being able to envision the process isn’t a prerequisite. 

After that has happened, I reckon I’ll be able to have a nice long convo with that Northern California sequoia that I see in my mind’s eye. I can lean against its massive trunk and chat for weeks at a time, sharing secrets and stories, understanding it and it understanding me as part of the movement into the Oneness from this imagination of our many separate lives.