January 24, 2026
“Things as certain as death and taxes, can be more firmly believed.” ~ The Political History of the Devil, Daniel Defoe
Life was so much simpler, before I knew about Ascension and the med beds (apparently) allowing me to live “forever” in this very body. The one guarantee I always counted on in life was that it would end in death. Believing in Ascension and more or less staying permanently within this flesh-case turns that on its head.
I shy away from contemplating my own demise. After all, I wouldn’t have to “do” anything afterward. End of responsibility for unfinished business on planet Earth. But contemplating the permanent planetary absence of my dear mum, something I ponder frequently as she approaches her late 90s, is another matter. Much to arrange and to do. And all of that is my responsibility.
So it’s quite the monkey wrench thrown into the works to contemplate that it might not happen. For me, for Mom. For our two beloved felines. We might just be hanging ten, surfing planet Earth and elsewhere, for something approaching eternity.
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In a conversation with Dr. Peebles several years ago, I asked if it appears to be my soul plan to stick around in this body. “I see myself piloting starships,” I told him. I don’t recall his exact response but it was essentially a thumbs-up.
It could be really, really fun to be living here. Earth, without the grimy overlay from the dark forces? Life without physical, mental, and emotional misery? Healthy cats who don’t require dosing with various products throughout the day, a healthy mum with an interest in life beyond staring out the window?
Imagine contemplating every day: which planet shall I visit? Which dimension might I slide into? Shall I speak aloud, or enjoy instantaneous exchange of thought chunks with any I meet in my daily wanderings?
Quite the difference from: I wonder how long Brownie will require multiple treatments for his new diagnosis of dry eye…how long will his diabetes remain stable…will Fluffy’s amazing run of apparent gastrointestinal health continue…
Is today the day Mom experiences some triggering event that starts her down the typical elder’s path (hospital, nursing home, death), or will her precarious stability continue? Will she last until med beds? Does she want to exist on the New Earth?
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It can be very confusing when I’m just not sure of something as basic as, will I, and my family members, still be around in a few years, or a few hundred years? Before Ascension belief, I only needed to contemplate a limited number of moments alive, for myself or for anyone else. It wasn’t something I dwelt on, but more of an underlying mournful baseline for daily life.
Life would culminate in death. The end of the story would roll around, and whatever might be after was a mystery.
As confusing as it is, as much as I want certainty – even the dubiously desirable certainty of death – I’m drawn toward other possibilities, even with the attendant confusion. Imagine choosing “death” as a transition to another reality/dimension/immeasurably different existence, instead of, “end of story, and who really knows what’s next.”
For everyone on Earth who isn’t aware of Ascension – the majority, I assume – does lack of awareness equate with the non-Ascension timeline? If a person does not know they could (or should) ascend instead of die, how can they prepare?
If I had not become aware of Ascension over the last half-dozen years, how would I be living my life? I’m quite sure I would be living it differently.
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Since I do believe in Ascension, and I do believe I’m choosing to stick around, I’m going to start imagining my starships. And looking into the sky late at night, seeing if one particular brilliant array calls to me more than the others.
You, right there. Are you Alpha Centauri? Are you Orion? I’m coming to visit you. Soon.
