37\u00a0 bar steady 29.86 k0mph WNW windchill 37\u00a0 melting.\u00a0 it’s melting!<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Gibbous Moon of Winds<\/p>\n
At times the days go by with little more than random patterns, but in these days after my return from Hawai’i there has been purpose in each one.\u00a0 Today I worked with Transcendentalism and finished a brief summary using annotated links and edited my presentation, Transcendent Thinking, for this Sunday at Groveland.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This Sunday happens to be Easter.\u00a0 Imagine my surprise as I edited this piece and noticed that it ended with an image entirely appropiate to the Easter concept.\u00a0 I say surprise because I wrote Transcendent back in mid-January before my trip to Hawai’i and only recently learned this was to be Easter Sunday.\u00a0 This is as early as Easter can be or within a day or two, so I hadn’t tumbled to it.\u00a0 Here are the closing paragraphs:<\/p>\n
Death, though, is not the only truth, or perhaps better, it’s not the whole truth.\u00a0 All faith traditions wrestle with the question of an after-life, not surprising since most anthropologists and historians of religion peg the development of spirituality-the inner world of faith and wonder-and religion-the outer, institutionalized world of beliefs and rituals-to questions about death. What was it?\u00a0 What happened?\u00a0 What did it mean?<\/p>\n
The mythopoetic stories of dying and rising gods like Osiris in Egypt, Jesus in the Middle East, Mithras and Attis represent a grappling with the question of life and after-life in terms of vegetative symbolism. \u00a0<\/p>\n
During the winter, more than once my thoughts turn to the daffodil bulbs, the tulips, the iris, the hemerocallis, the true lilies, the bug-bane, hosta, maidenhair fern and lady fern, peonies and bleeding hearts as they rest, buried beneath soil and snow.\u00a0 Some, the garlic in particular this year, lie also beneath six inches of straw.\u00a0 All this life adapted to winters\u00a0during which\u00a0the air temperature drops to -18, even -38 (three or four years ago).\u00a0<\/p>\n
There are so many miracles.\u00a0 The sun shines,\u00a0our heart beats and these hardy plants pull themselves in for a season.\u00a0 Instead of wasting the cold months by feverishly working to stay warm or hunting for shelter outside themselves, they cast aside their above ground parts: stem, leaves, flowers and seed pods, leaving them withered in the face of harsh conditions.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The plants retreat inside their own, individual root cellars.\u00a0 In them they have\u00a0laid by sufficient nourishment to catch the wave of warm air when the soil around them rises in temperature enough to wake them from their slumber.<\/p>\n
When I think of this my heart goes out to the bulbs, corms, tubers and rhizomes.\u00a0 As I often feel for my own sons and grandchildren, I feel a fondness for them that radiates joy in the durability of my offspring.\u00a0 This is not some spring nostalgia at work; no, this is simple appreciation for the millions of years of evolutionary work that has preceded this winter and adapted these\u00a0wonderful, colorful livelinessess to grace our land.<\/p>\n
It is not a stretch to consider death in the same way.\u00a0 We wither and cast aside our above ground parts, the body, then go to some unknown equivalent of the soil to rest for a period, to wait until conditions are right for our return.<\/p>\n
If the advocates of string theory have it right, there are multiverses, multiple branching realities based on alternative outcomes to our daily lives.\u00a0 It is possible that one of those multiverses is the metaphysical realm, literally a realm beyond our physics, beyond the reach of our senses, where the seed of our life goes, where it may blossom and grow and live in a form quite different from the one we now know.<\/p>\n
Here’s another way to think about it.\u00a0 Go out into your garden this fall and find a wriggly caterpillar happily consuming your favorite flower or vegetable.\u00a0 Watch that caterpillar over the next few weeks as it spins a cocoon.\u00a0 What goes on inside?<\/p>\n
Here’s an explanation:<\/p>\n
The Imaginal Cell Story<\/strong><\/p>\n The caterpillar’s new cells are called ‘imaginal cells.’ But these new imaginal cells continue to appear. More and more of them! The little tiny lonely imaginal cells start to clump together The clumps of imaginal cells start to cluster together! Then at some point, Since the butterfly now “knows” that it is a butterfly, Each new butterfly cell can take on a different job- A great way to organize a butterfly!”<\/p>\n <\/em>*Adapted Version of Nori Huddle’s story from her book, Butterfly<\/a><\/p>\n These considerations lead me to an agnostic position when it comes to the afterlife.\u00a0 The ancients may have known something we find difficult to approach with our highly rational, often scientistic take on such matters.\u00a0 They knew the miracle of the grain that falls on the soil and springs to life, birthing a plant quite unlike its size and appearance.\u00a0 And what a miracle!<\/p>\n The ancients did not have string theory to propose multiverses, but we do.\u00a0 It does not have to answer questions about the after-life, but it could.<\/p>\n The ancients did not know about imaginal cells, but we do.\u00a0 What if death is a process to ignite our imaginal cells, creating a flame version of\u00a0 ourselves burning bright in another time and place?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 37\u00a0 bar steady 29.86 k0mph WNW windchill 37\u00a0 melting.\u00a0 it’s melting! \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Gibbous Moon of Winds At times the days go by with little more than random patterns, but in these days after my return from Hawai’i there has been purpose in each one.\u00a0 Today I worked with Transcendentalism and finished a brief summary … Continue reading Imaginal Cells and the Afterlife<\/span>
\nThey are so totally different from the caterpillar cells
\nthat his immune system thinks they are enemies… and gobbles them up.<\/p>\n
\nPretty soon, the caterpillar’s immune system
\ncannot destroy them fast enough.
\nMore and more of the imaginal cells survive.
\nAnd then an amazing thing happens!<\/p>\n
\ninto friendly little groups.
\nThey all resonate together at the same frequency,
\npassing information from one to another.
\nThen, after awhile, another amazing thing happens!<\/p>\n
\nA long string of clumping and clustering imaginal cells,
\nall resonating at the same frequency,
\nall passing information from one to another there inside the chrysalis.<\/p>\n
\nthe entire long string of imaginal cells
\nsuddenly realizes all together
\nthat it is something different from the caterpillar.
\nSomething new! Something wonderful!
\n…and in that realization
\nis the shout of the birth of the butterfly!<\/p>\n
\nthe little tiny imaginal cells
\nno longer have to do all those things individual cells must do.
\nNow they are part of a multi-celled organism-
\nA FAMILY who can share the work.<\/p>\n
\nThere is something for everyone to do.
\nAnd everyone is important.
\nAnd each cell begins to do just that very thing it is most drawn to do.
\nAnd every other cell encourages it to do just that.<\/p>\n