Sometimes, I get depressed.  Once a month or so, I feel trapped, pointless, worthless, and so on and so forth.  One way to move on from that place, is through meditation on ghosts.  It goes a bit like this.  Ghosts exist.  Go take your Ouija board into an abandoned jail where they tortured people to death and prove it to yourself if you have not yet had sufficient experience.  Or, if not ghosts, then spirits without physical bodies exist.  Which is why you can say that lizards have taken over certain powerful people in the world, or that creepy feeling you get when you’re in the presence of a mass murderer.  Or, even if you’ve never experienced that, then there are atheists out there with precognitive or telepathic abilities which they should not have, and can document.

All of which points to this one concept: I can’t die.  Oh, sure, my body can die.  But I can’t.  The me that is my will, that is the thing that watches myself think and fall in love and feel all sorts of powerful instincts and emotions, will still be here in the beginning and at the end of all things.  It is bigger than this body.  I am bigger than this body.  Which means I’m capable of dying and being reborn in another body.  Perhaps in a previous life I was an alien on another planet, with wings, watching the end of my species, urgent to protect my clutch of eggs, but helpless to prevent the solar outburst with dancing plasma figures across the sky.  Or possibly that’s the future, I always get the past and the future mixed up.

When I come to the realization that my soul is immortal, then I can take risks.  If my body is all that there is, then I must guard it as a precious thing.  If I live after death, even as a ghost able to travel through all of space and time because of the interdimensional nature of spirit, then it really is okay if the human species goes extinct.  If consciousness really can affect physical matter, then the ghosts will create bodies to inhabit again, or already have.  When it is okay to die, you can reach a point in your head, where you imagine yourself already dead.

Imagining yourself already dead is actually a technique that certain military commanders have successfully used during campaigns.  When the soldiers imagine themselves as already dead, they are capable of throwing themselves upon the enemy at severe risk of death, without fear, and complete their assigned missions.  I’ve found it in several fiction books.  Throw your life away, and catch it back in your hands.  Ah, but what are you throwing it away for?  Love.  Love is the strongest thing in the Universe, and has proven to be much stronger than hatred or fear.  Sure, you can go for non-attachment, but where’s the fun in that?  I have a physical body for now, and I may as well have an adventure with it.

Oh, and the other thing.  If there are ghosts hanging around, that means they didn’t ALL go immediately to heaven, hell, Valhalla, hades, the summerlands, or other afterlife that does not include them hanging around Earth and making sure we don’t nuke ourselves to death.  It means all of the religious rules of behavior go out the window.  Especially when you start catching those ghosts lying to you or trying to trick you.  That alone busts hierarchical obedient tendencies right off the bat.  Ghosts lie as much as politicians, so one might imagine that gods lie bigger than ghosts.  As with all animate beings, watch what they do, not what they say.