Dear Madame Rose,
What is life for? Why did God put us here? What are we supposed to do in this existence?
I have a few other questions about logistical things, but that is my main question. I’m waking up some days and I just don’t even know what the point of anything is. Everything feels stupid. I’m numb.
What are your views?
Sincerely,
Jacob Ice Cream
Dear Mr. Ice Cream,
The purpose of life is to love and be loved.
There are some other doo-dads around that, but I would just go with that.
So do you love others? And do you feel loved?
If so, you have accomplished your purpose! Yay!
If not, maybe I can help a little.
I remember having this breakdown once, which was really a period of total enlightenment, because the reigns tying me to this world disappeared and I saw how the spiritual dimension works, which is that every person is loved and chosen, and angels speak through us all the time, and the past is in the present, and the future exists ever-presently in moments of expectation where you do not know what is going to happen, and spiritual entities are constantly surrounding us with love and light, and there are also darker energies which wish to take us away from our true happiness and connive and manipulate us to their side.
Anyhoo, I remember meeting this woman, a Jewish professor, who had adopted a bunch of kids and who was really intelligent, but she wanted to kill herself, so she was being cared for in a place where she was prevented from doing any harm to herself. She was talking like a small child when I met her.
When she told me she wanted to kill herself, I told her something strange, and I can’t really remember the exact words, but it went like this, Well, it seems that maybe you have some more work to do in terms of helping other people, and then when you accomplish that purpose, you can just kill yourself!
Apparently, as I found out later, she got really mad at me! She wasn’t talking to me and I didn’t know why. I had to apologize and all that. But in that dawning moment of enlightenment, something in me knew that maybe she was faking the whole thing for attention.
Once someone gets permission to do the exact thing they want to do, but which they think is wrong, or which the system has told them they can’t or shouldn’t do, then they get a little mad at the person who gives them the truth, which is that you have a choice every day and all the time to do whatever the fuck you want to do.
Is this making sense?
Let me share another story, real quick.
I had this friend who I loved. She was young and beautiful, and had some demons and shadows she was struggling through. She felt completely ungrounded without a man, and when she and her boyfriend broke up, she went a little wild, and felt like she had no direction in life. She moved back to be with her parents, for some stability, but her parents didn’t understand her, and she suffered in silence for a long time, even though she posted some pretty pictures on facebook. And I had been so consumed with my own existence, on getting my life back after divorce, that I let the chord between us untie.
And then I found out she killed herself less than a year later, and I still have moments sometimes where I wish I had just called her to see how she was doing, instead of being a selfish bitch who only cared about making money at my job and getting to little league practice on time.
So anyway, I could share a whole lot more, but suffice to say, that you are mortal, and will perish, at some time or another. You also wake every single morning with freedom to do whatever you like, even if you don’t feel like you have that freedom. The freedom exists. The freedom is love, divine grace, etc. And you get to decide.
You are always making a choice, no matter what you convince yourself of, to live or to die.
I am speaking on the literal level as well as the energetic.
Isn’t this what Hamlet said, after all?
I recommend you choose love, and to live. Always. Every minute. Every day.
Try it out. Makes life pretty cool.
Love,
Madame Rose
P.S. (Also there is ice cream in this world.)
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