Written on my deceased Mom's 107th birthday
Sunday, April 12, 2015
AN
ISLAND MENTALITY
By
Francis William Bessler
Laramie, Wyoming
4/12/2015
I like to think of birth and death as one movement, as one overall process, as it were. It becomes so clear to me when I do that. If I imagine Mom & Dad on some island before I was born, it becomes even clearer. I like to think of such pondering as being somewhat of An Island Mentality, so to speak. There Mom is about to give me birth - and no one else is around, but Dad. Out I come from Mom's womb - and there I am as a new baby of the world.
Now - given that Dad & Mom & me are on some island and have been so since time began, so to speak - we would not have been exposed to any other traditions or rituals of the human race. I guess you could say we would have been free to decide for ourselves about life; and why not? Just imagine! No tradition to scope us or scold us. There we are - free to figure it out all by ourselves.
But let me go back to another moment - a time of my conception in the womb of my mother. Mom & Dad have just linked and out of that linkage, I began. My soul came into the picture, though, separate from this happening on our little island. From some Paranormal Location, my soul entered into this little embryo, just "created" by Mom & Dad.
Realistically, now, would it have been likely that my body would have been conceived in some degree of sin - or separation from God? That is what sin is - according to all those many traditions and religions out there in the rest of the world - but not on our island. Somehow, little Sonny - or Sonny's body - is supposed to have been conceived and born in sin - according to main land traditions and religions; but how could that be? How could Mom & Dad being together be a matter of sin? Where is the proof of such a silly notion?
And so little Sonny grows in Mom's womb and there comes a time when he is born. Out he comes! Is it a Miracle or a Sin? Now, given that Mom & Dad have not been exposed to all sort of tradition and religion on main lands, it is inconceivable to me that Dad or Mom would consider that their giving birth to me is a matter of impropriety or sin.
Alright, that is my beginning - on my imagined island of purity. Unaware of anything else happening in the world, I grow. In time, I become an adult myself - just like Mom & Dad. Then Mom dies - and Dad and me grieve, but we don't wonder that Mom's soul has gone on to some land of punishment for just being herself. Wherever it is that Mom has gone - or Mom's soul has gone - hey, it must be as good as the island where we all lived. Why not?
Then Dad dies - and I am left all alone. It would have been nice if some lovely lady had come along and I could have mated, but in this little imagining, we - Mom, Dad, and me - have been alone. They have gone on now to whatever comes after death, but there is no reason for me to believe that their destinies could be anything other than splendid. Remember now - in this little imagining, neither Dad, nor Mom, nor me have had any exposure to main land thinking. We have been left to ourselves - and we have pondered alone - with our "Island Mentality."
Eventually, I become old myself and pass away. No one would be around to mourn me or celebrate me. No grave, nothing left behind but whatever plant, fish, bird, and animal habitation that had been our blessing while we lived on our island.
When Mom died, Dad and I took her body and propped it up against a tree - just so we could remember her. When Dad died, I propped his bones up against a tree near where Mom was propped; but when I died, no one was around to prop me up. Knowing that no one would be around to prop me up, I might have decided to die propped up, right next to Mom & Dad.
Now imagine that sometime after I might have died, a little ship docks at our little island. There we are seen - Mom & Dad & me - propped up against three trees; that is, our skeletons are so propped; and those visitors who come ashore might wonder who we had been.
But would it have mattered who we might have been? We lived on an Island in Paradise. We knew nothing of sin or having inherited some terrible disgrace. We lived in innocence. We prospered in innocence; and we died in innocence. No one was around to make us do otherwise.
Now, take Dad & Mom & me onto some mainland and into some mainland tradition. Why should we have acted any different than we did on our little island - surrounded with wonderful mystery amidst a Fantastic Creation? Personally, I don't think we should have acted any different on a main land than we did on our little island; and I do believe that is the key to knowing the truth.
Think for yourself; and do not let anyone tell you what you have no need or desire to know. That is what I call living according to an "Island Mentality." I think I have been doing it for most of my life; and for what it's worth, I highly recommend it.