My Life Is a Sentence” by T.A.D. November 17, 2017

 My Life Is a Sentence” by T.A.D. November 17, 2017

I had a short dream this morning. It was of a huge warrior man, kind of scruffy with black facial hair, shaved head, strong-featured face and stony eyes. I can only recall a tiny bit of the dream: someone was holding him captive and was going to give him his “sentence” for something he had supposedly done wrong. The gigantic “soldier” replied (his stone eyes sparking):

“Life is my Sentence”.

I woke up wondering where did that come from? Who was that man?

It wasn’t the man so much that captivated my thought. It was what he said: “Life is my sentence.”

Most of us think of life sentence as time done in prison for crimes committed. What if our actual life is a life sentence? A punishment from the Universe for some interstellar crime we’ve committed.

Sentenced to Life on Earth, to be born just to get a death sentence, none of us get out alive. The pains we must endure, the lessons we either learn or don’t, even though the opportunities to learn are there. The relationships we build and either neglect or nurture, the trials and tribulations, all part of our punishment.

Life, a big mind game. We think the longer you live the better. Putting our bodies through torture trying to stay young, to rid the body of sickness and pain; only extending our sentence. Think of all those out there prolonging their agony with chemo, radiation, all the drugs the pharmaceuticals can come up with to “cure whatever ails you”. All the while those drugs are adversely affecting some other part of your body that will be a problem a little later down the road. All of those putting themselves through dialysis, suffering daily. For what? A longer life sentence? The ones that die young are the fortunate ones; they’ve served their sentences in no time, while others just pray for this day to be their last.

Observe other’s live: the hurts, pains, bad luck stories, suffering, and the torture they put themselves through not even realizing. Then others seemingly float through life without much problem at all. Oh, yes, we all have issues of one kind or another periodically. How you deal with the adversity may affect the length of your stay here on Prison Earth. And the comforts that it has to offer, just like a prison. With good behavior prisoners can have a pretty lax life. Or maybe the crime committed was not so bad, so you’re given a pretty good life, as far as lives go.

Perhaps we should be shouting praises of celebration each time we lose a loved one; their sentence is over. They get to go back home, out of prison Earth - back to being a celestial being.

We would view death in a whole new light if Life were a Sentence.