If, while reading this post, I lose your interest at any point, please kindly let me know how far you got before becoming disinterested so I can gauge whether or not to share any more of these deep thinking episodes I have on occasion.
The following is from an article in the March/April 2010 of Archaeology magazine. The story itself is about an affluent Korean family whose mummies captured the attention of a nation. Reading this letter moved me to the verge of tears and got me thinking.
To Won’s Father
June 1, 1586
You always said, “Dear let’s live together until our hair turns grey and die on the same day. How could you pass away without me? Who should I and our little boy listen to and how should we live? How could you go ahead of me?
How did you bring your heart to me and how did I bring my heart to you? Whenever we lay down together you always told me,” Dear, do other people cherish and love each other like we do? Are they really like us?” How could you leave all that behind and go ahead of me?
I just cannot live without you. I just want to go to you. Please take me to where you are. My feelings toward you I cannot forget in this world and my sorrow knows no limit. Where would I put my heart in now and how can I live with the child missing you?
Please look at this letter and tell me in detail in my dreams. Because I want to listen to your saying in detail in my dreams I write this letter and put it in. Look closely and talk to me.
When I give birth to the child in me, who should call it father? Can anyone fathom how I feel? There is no tragedy like this under the sky.
You are just in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am. There is no limit and end [to my sorrows] that I write roughly. Please look closely at this letter and come to me in my dreams and show yourself in detail and tell me. I believe I can see you in my dreams. Come to me secretly and show yourself. There is no limit to what I want to say and I stop here.
As you can see this letter was written over four hundred years ago and even then there was a belief in the ability of our deceased loved ones to visit us in our dreams.
We all know that the age-old adage that we use only 10% of our brains isn’t true because every area of our brain constantly has activity going on allowing us to do what we do on a daily basis or we’d drop dead. But I’m wondering if Einstein didn’t mean that we use only 10% of our mental capacity; remembering things, being able to solve problems, etc. If so, that leaves a good portion of our mental abilities that are unknown to us. Could it be, then, that when we leave this earthly realm, we can communicate to our loved ones still living via a new and different means?
Many believe that ghosts/spirits are the energy (soul) which once inhabited our bodies. This energy retains a lot of who we were as living breathing beings. Our personalities and more than likely our likes and dislikes.
By the same token, it could be said that human thought is the product of a similar kind of energy. Granted, the actual basis for thought is the firing of synapses all through the grey matter we call a brain, there’s nothing beyond that which is physical. You can cut a nerve into pieces and you have physical evidence of something there that you can see. Thought isn’t something visible. It’s invisible and therefore a form of energy.
So, why is it not possible that when we are asleep and our minds more open, the two forms of energy can’t merge for a short period of time and form the basis of a new kind of communication?
This is just something that’s floated through the scary void which I call the brain and I spewed it out here for others to pick apart.