BEFORE THE “CLOUD” THERE WAS THE AKASHIC RECORD,” SOMETHING I FIRST HEARD OF IN MY 20’S AND IMMEDIATELY ADOPTED AS OBVIOUS; A REPOSITORY, AN IMMENSE SERVER FARM OF THE LIFE EXPERIENCE OF EVERY HUMAN BEING SINCE TIME BEGAN. SO, EVERY SNEEZE, EVERY TIME YOU CUT IN LINE, TRIP SOMEONE, THROW YOUR BACK OUT, SCORE THE WINNING GOAL, GIVE BIRTH, SEND A TEXT, KISS SOMEONE, PET YOUR CAT, BOOK A FLIGHT…IT’S ALL THERE.
It falls into the category of, like heaven and Karma, just one of those things that is interesting to think about, and perhaps it is indistinguishable from the idea of Karma, yet it makes it more solid. For all the dressing rooms I have left a total mess for someone else to clean up, for all the second world people tasked with solving my first world problems who I have incinerated with my fury over unfair practices and inept services….I know that it will come back to me in some form or another. Is it made up for by all the doors I’ve opened for old people, for cars I’ve waived ahead of me while merging in traffic, for asking an obviously depressed checker “how’s your day going?”
I offer the obvious: I’m still “here,” so TBD.
Packing For Crazy Town 