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The Semi-Circle of Life
by Jean Harper

“The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. On this shore, we've learned most of what we know. Recently, we've waded a little way out, maybe ankle-deep, and the water seems inviting. Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return, and we can, because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.” ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Life is not like a perfect circle; at least it hasn’t been that way for me. It seems that just when I think I have things figured out with the right side of my brain, the left side jumps in to confuse me.  This always seems to happen when someone that I know passes away. A friend passed away a few weeks ago and just a few days before passing she told her partner that she was having dreams and seeing apparitions. I really wanted to know more, but it wasn’t appropriate to ask. Despite the loss of my friend, I couldn’t help but think that she now knows the answer to one of the questions that almost everyone wants to know; "What happens to us after we leave this life on Earth?"

When I was twelve years old my father passed away and somehow I ended up with a book written by Edgar Casey. I was a bit obsessed with his teachings and I remember trying to talk with my young friends about it. I would explain how he gave psychic readings while in a hypnotic state and had the ability to speak with people who had died. I laugh when I remember how I tried to hypnotize my friends and get the answers to questions that may not be revealed otherwise. They would go along with the “pretend hypnosis” and it was fun to ask questions and get the answers you wanted to hear. 

When I think about it now, I realize that I have always been intrigued with the great mysteries such as life after death and the purpose of life.  When my mother passed away I wanted to know if she was still among us or just in spirit form. I read a couple of books about life after death and the stories that people tell who have “crossed over” and returned to tell the story of what they experienced.

I heard a portion of the quote above recently by Carl Sagan; “We’re made of star stuff”, and it got me to thinking, once again, about the great mysteries of life. I wonder if the quote above influenced Joni Mitchell when writing her lyrics from Woodstock:

I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try an' get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe it's the time of man
I don't know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden

By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden


We know what Carl Sagan meant by “We are made of star stuff”—he meant to imply that we are made of the same elements that stars are made of (carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, etc.).  These elements are released at the end of a star’s lifetime when it explodes and are released into new stars, the planets, and the life forms that originate on the planets.  Oh, now I remember what triggered all of this, I was watching a program on TV about Supernovas! 

 “Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, and all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode”. ― Lawrence M. Krauss

I have so many questions, yet when I go deep within myself I believe somehow that we are all one. I was telling my friend just a couple of days ago that the birds that I see each morning at the beach have become some of my best friends. I go to the same spot every morning and share the air space of the same flocks of birds. It seems they have accepted me; I don’t intrude on them except to take a picture now and then. They come right up to me now and somehow I feel connected to them, as if we all know, we are one.

"No matter what you touch and you wish to know about, you end up in a sea of mystery. You see there’s no beginning or end, you can go back as far as you want, forward as far as you want, but you never got to it, it’s like the essence, it’s that right, it remains. This is the greatest damn thing about the universe. That we can know so much, recognize so much, dissect, do everything and we can’t grasp it. And it’s meant to be that way, do y’know.  And there’s where our reverence should come in. Before everything, the littlest thing as well as the greatest. The tiniest, the horseshit, as well as the angels, do y’know what I mean.  It’s all mystery. All impenetrable, as it were, right?" 
~ Henry Miller

There are so many mysteries in life even though science, technology, research, and spirituality have come a very long way.  While we may expect logical as well as illogical explanations for these things in the future, as of now, we will just have to be satisfied with our best speculations and beliefs. I want to understand the full circle of life; life beyond human form. Until then, I see life as a semi-circle.

Mom, Dad, Ann, Billy, Ray, Jack, Larry, Vickie, Elizabeth, and the rest, if you can, send me some signals; a song, whisper, dream, or other sign.  I am listening.

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