December 3, 2016 9:38 AM
An excellent practice for determining the meaning of your life is to imagine yourself on your deathbed. (Note: I did not say this was a fun practice.)
You’re lying there on your bed, dying. There’s no hope of a cure. There’s no finagling your way out of this one. Superman can’t save you and Dr. House is on vacation. You. Are. Screwed. You’re in this bed and you (at least your body) is never getting out of it alive.
What do you regret?
My last dying regret would have been never having published Mystical Oneness and the Nine Aspects of Being. Sure, there’s this blog, but knowing my brother, he’d one day forget to pay the monthly fee and ‘poof!’ it would vanish into digital oblivion.
I can’t tell you what a relief it is to be free of that burden. To know that I can finally die in peace (not that I’m encouraging it, but one should always be prepared).
The book is getting some wonderful and truly insightful reviews (and I never encouraged positive, let alone 5-star reviews). Thank-you!
A print version is next on my list. I doubt it will be ready for the holiday season (but who knows?).
Sorry for all these book posts, but that’s pretty much all I’m doing: batting cleanup.
It's Time To Wake Up
Mystical Oneness and the Nine Aspects of Being is a step-by-step guide to enlightenment and beyond.
It's Time To Be Happy
It's Time Let Go
Imagine I have only seven days left to live.