Planet Of Burning Souls
Maybe I’ve been eating too much strong cheese, but I have had some really weird dreams over the past few nights. The weirdest has to be the one I had last night.
I have no idea where the inspiration for it came from. Perhaps it’s the fact I’m currently reading The Da Vinci Code (and all the conspiracy theory inherent in the story) and the recent memory of the Space Shuttle journey? Anyway, the dream wasn’t so much a dream as a revelation. Not in any Biblical sense of the word, although I guess it could be said there were hints of religious overtones if only in the form of my occasional solipsist view of the world.
In my dream, it wasn’t a burning bush that enlightened me. I simply had some kind of mental flash and then suddenly woke with the knowledge that this planet we all live on, Earth, is in fact (for wont of a better description) a giant flying saucer that is hurtling through the cosmos. It has been for eons, and perhaps it’s not just Planet Earth but the entire solar system that is the vehicle. It’s being driven by some higher being (to borrow from Alcoholics Anonymous vernacular) and its engine is powered by burning souls – mankind. Where it’s going is anybody’s guess. Strange?
That’s it, basically. I have no idea who is driving the celestial bus and frankly, I’m not especially interested in finding out. I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell although I’m inclined to think if either exists at all, we’re all already living in Hell and any kind of Heaven is merely an escape for those who are sick of living in Hell. Incidentally, I’m not one of those escapists .
I’m reluctant to turn my blog into any kind of opinion forum and so I won’t say much more about this, but I may as well expand a little on the solipsism I mentioned. It’s not a religion but rather a philosophical viewpoint on existence that I think is fascinating. What if absolutely everything around me was a construct of my imagination? I suppose I should be afraid if that is the case however, I’m not. It would mean that I not only invented the story of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse but in fact, I am those harbingers of death. I am Yahweh and Jesus and Mohamed just as I was Hitler, Pope Pius XII, Mussolini, Pol Pot and a whole gallery of evil dictators. More than this, it must have been me who unleashed the atrocities of 9/11 and created the tsunami last year that killed scores of people. It’s a thought that gives me pause not least because I realize it was me who was also busy at the time creating parlor trick miracles such as burning images of the Virgin Mary (me) onto grilled cheese sandwiches and making scented oils weep from statues I had created in my own image.
It’s sometimes said there’s a little bit of good in everybody however, I’ve also heard (and think it’s true that) if you believe this, you haven’t met everybody. Now I am scaring myself. Pleasant dreams for tonight!
I have no idea where the inspiration for it came from. Perhaps it’s the fact I’m currently reading The Da Vinci Code (and all the conspiracy theory inherent in the story) and the recent memory of the Space Shuttle journey? Anyway, the dream wasn’t so much a dream as a revelation. Not in any Biblical sense of the word, although I guess it could be said there were hints of religious overtones if only in the form of my occasional solipsist view of the world.
In my dream, it wasn’t a burning bush that enlightened me. I simply had some kind of mental flash and then suddenly woke with the knowledge that this planet we all live on, Earth, is in fact (for wont of a better description) a giant flying saucer that is hurtling through the cosmos. It has been for eons, and perhaps it’s not just Planet Earth but the entire solar system that is the vehicle. It’s being driven by some higher being (to borrow from Alcoholics Anonymous vernacular) and its engine is powered by burning souls – mankind. Where it’s going is anybody’s guess. Strange?
That’s it, basically. I have no idea who is driving the celestial bus and frankly, I’m not especially interested in finding out. I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell although I’m inclined to think if either exists at all, we’re all already living in Hell and any kind of Heaven is merely an escape for those who are sick of living in Hell. Incidentally, I’m not one of those escapists .
I’m reluctant to turn my blog into any kind of opinion forum and so I won’t say much more about this, but I may as well expand a little on the solipsism I mentioned. It’s not a religion but rather a philosophical viewpoint on existence that I think is fascinating. What if absolutely everything around me was a construct of my imagination? I suppose I should be afraid if that is the case however, I’m not. It would mean that I not only invented the story of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse but in fact, I am those harbingers of death. I am Yahweh and Jesus and Mohamed just as I was Hitler, Pope Pius XII, Mussolini, Pol Pot and a whole gallery of evil dictators. More than this, it must have been me who unleashed the atrocities of 9/11 and created the tsunami last year that killed scores of people. It’s a thought that gives me pause not least because I realize it was me who was also busy at the time creating parlor trick miracles such as burning images of the Virgin Mary (me) onto grilled cheese sandwiches and making scented oils weep from statues I had created in my own image.
It’s sometimes said there’s a little bit of good in everybody however, I’ve also heard (and think it’s true that) if you believe this, you haven’t met everybody. Now I am scaring myself. Pleasant dreams for tonight!
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