IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH?
BLOG POST #12“A person can be divisible by three parts: the body, mind, & soul.”
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Check out Blog Post #11, to start from the beginning of Tale of the Villager's. To embody the reality of the thought process there may be discontinuity within a blog post and strings of incomplete thoughts.
The Mind.
The life you live is a direct reflection of the reality that lives inside your mind.
Scenes of Damir and I frantically rushing out of our homes that night surrounded every corner of my mind. I haven’t been able to balance my thoughts on a beam of hope as memories of those men forcefully entering our home performed multiple handsprings in my mind. We spent the night sleeping underneath the trenches of the bushes and taking turns keeping watch.
The molecular frustration built momentum as I tried to match their faces to the sound of their husky voice. I can feel the vapor pressure breathing faster than the moving strands of hairs on my arm. The rising temperature slowly melted the nerve networks that surrounded the countless memories of running carelessly through the village. My mind struggled to turn off the boiling pot of frustration of losing our future to the hands of strangers that disregard the hidden gems of our village. Other villagers failed to see the trajectory of this invasion before it all started. It was like this village has lost the heart of the people that adored this place. Lost the comfort of the crowing rooster announcing daybreak, the batting wings of the flying bird in the sky, or the dashing speed of the squirrels searching for acorns underneath the branches. These gems were now fantasying about a past life as we wandered through parts of the village that were once forbidden.
The Body.
I was slowly finding it more difficult to reach for the red mangoes in the trees. A simple task like grasping berries sent a burning sensation all the way to the heel of my feet. The slightest movement fractured every bone in my body forcing me to catch my breath after every period of increased joint use. My trembling knees drained from the constant shedding of sweat kneeling at the mercy of the steaming glare of the scorching hot sun. Each fleeting moment left me gasping for a will to continue through a journey I don’t know if I’ll ever see the end of.
The Soul.
Trust and believe that there will be someone waiting for you once the doors of life escape your eyes. As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field.
“Mar, Mar, are you with me?” Even in deep sleep, my soul found the longitudinal and latitudinal coordinates that led me closer to the sound of Damir’s voice.
He hugged me, “I thought I lost you,” he said. It was the first time I noticed a paleness in Damir’s bruised face and creasing that accelerated his age. He was searching my face for answers, but I couldn’t bear to tell Damir that I started hearing the voices of my late parents. The villagers often warned that it’s a sign that the body is dying as the soul is preparing for life. The villagers warned that our dark days were vastly approaching we just never knew the day nor the hour. I never expected a day would come for Damir and me to leave behind our home, herds, and entire livelihood. Gone were the days of children screaming with joy as they explore the village, smiling villagers tending their flocks, gathering berries and mangoes to their homes. Gone were the nights filled with bundles of joy that bounced across our faces as we sang medleys around the campfire.
Each passing minute left me wondering if there were hidden messages in these phrases my parent used to quote. Will my ancestors be waiting for me once the doors of life escape my eyes? I used to find it amusing when other villagers would say “before the revolution of the dead can occur there is a God that will provide the coordinate on the grid that’ll lead the soul through this passage of life.” Now I’m wondering if there is a God and why did this God abandon us at the hands of those that tarnish our livelihood. Even if I cry out with a loud voice, I doubt that God will hear the sound of my voice and plague the string of hope that strengthens my lost soul. Give my body enough strength to find another chance to live with Damir. I would surrender it all to feel the refreshing wind roaming through the beach, hear the folding of the waves of water brushing near the oceanfront, and taste the sweet coconut water with Damir.
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