Are humans immortal? Am I? These are the questions that land people like me in psych wards. Yet also the exact questions being posited by ‘biocentrism‘ researchers like Dr. Robert Lanza. And, according to some of his ideas, maybe even Einstein.
Well, there ya go. Einstein’s dead so there goes that theory! Or is he? No, I’m not going on a paranoid conspiracy theory rant. Nor am I speaking about immortality in the way we usually think about it…you know, a power hungry psuedo-deity with magical regenerative powers who is deathless and aware of it. Maybe that exists somewhere, but I’m not there yet. Right now, this is just an idea.
I’ve overdosed on heroin nine times. Some of those times, I was revived in everyday ways that medical personnel perform around the world constantly. Other times, I was alone, or with someone else who was passed out. People wake up from these things. It happens. It happened to me. It’s not necessarily a miracle. But the sheer number of times I have survived these near-death experiences is staggering. It’s not just the overdoses; I was also strangled by my ex to the point of seizure on numerous occasions. When you’re seizing from asphyxiation, you’re pretty damn close to dying. In fact, the first time he did it, I woke up to find him hovering over me asking if he had killed me.
I have lost count of how many times I have come close to dying, but I know one thing. I’m not dead. But what if I am? What if I did die, in another dimension…and my consciousness, the “light” through which I see, simply merged with another consciousness in this infinite universe that contains the me that survived. What if I am immortal? What if you are too?