https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXe7KNb7RqY

Darn tootin'!

So weird. I've been here a gazillion times. I remember flashes from my NDE. Some lives in luxury, some not, and luxury does NOT guarantee happiness. I can't recall ever really liking being here. Tolerating it is more likely. Yet I felt compelled. In one, I was a well kept housewife who killed herself because she was stuck with a couple of crotch droppings she couldn't stand, and a life that felt 'confining'. It was like 1940s or 1950s.

I begged for this (one last) life, though I was informed I didn't have to live it, and that I'd regret my choice if I was given my request. I remember that like yesterday, though that NDE happened in 1977. (They were right, but as I said before in so many words; I am just addicted to pissin' on that electric fence.)

Now I've come to the conclusion that existence down here is about as stupid as it gets. We have to kill things to keep ourselves going, we are perpetually inconvenienced by self-imposed obligations, and we deliberately incur more obligations than necessary. It's even expected of us to do so, though it does nothing for the individual who falls for this trap. Falling apart with age ain't no fun, either. I also have this thing on resenting every moment of time that isn't discretionary, despite the fact I have so much of it now, statistically. I'm sick of commuting, inflation, all the mechanical noise we gotta live with, stupid gubment, and all the crap stupid gubment imposes on us even though a lot of it is technically illegal.

Then there's the fact we live in Maya. Illusion. What's real, what isn't? They teach you nothing but lies in the indoctrination centres known as public schools. Society and family programme you to be an unpragmatic idiot.

One thing that REALLY PISSES ME OFF is lack of access to all the knowledge I want, and dealing with all the limitations on this side of the veil. I like the thought of being totally self-contained, instant travel, understanding geometric proofs, going to the furthest reaches of the nose-iverse if there is such a thing (According to The Holey Order of the Septum, ALL so called 'universes' which are actually multiverses are contained in the right nostril of the nose deity named Snorfles, if you remember the short story, 'Loki, Eat My Dust'.), building my own damn galaxy, growing a 2 metre, furry prehensile tail, riding a comet, and having a red, calf length nose hair coat in my wardrobe.

And now are the best days of my life. I have more TIME!