Mad Russian afterlife
Good Morning old man, and greetings on this day when at last you dare to look at the mirror of your past, with the eyes of the real world.
What have you achieved old man in the course of tumultuous existence, and who are you? The real you and not the extrapolation of your wanted desires and unfulfilled dreams?
Open your mind, old man, and taste the result of your self inflicted iniquities.
Your soul may cry without shame because you may believe that you have remained as proud as your own bloodline.
However, could your genetic heritage be only a figment of your imagination of your own chromosomes?
You see old man: You still do not know who you are yet.
It is a fact that you have been a factor in creating life…
What was a pleasure became a string of destinies…. children… grandchildren…
And the usual follow up of renewed dynasties.
You believe of course that you will be able to watch, through another dimension, the survival tribulations of all your descendants and attempt to guide their steps towards wisdom and love.
Your inquisitive and caring nature will probably resist the call of the master of the universe to join his own renewal through the absorption of your soul. Once it has left your flesh, blood and bones.
I know, old man, as I searched deep inside your mind, that you are not afraid of death. The only fear you may have could be an inner sentiment that you have not yet fulfilled some of your more attainable, and realistic goals.
Wasted or unexploded gifts, which we all possess and often ignore…
These could be the regrets of an afterlife, and it could also be through the line of some genetic heritage that one of your ancestors is attempting to reach you, and guide you.
Look again old man and listen to the real voices.
* written by my grandfather Nicholas Szynkarski- an eccentric, legend, philosopher, opportunist, a man ahead of his time. This is the introduction to one of his many mini-memoirs & fantasies mixed with nostalgia. He used to type it up on a dinosaur computer. In the days when we had to dial up to get a connection to access the internet. I’ve kept hold of one of his books. This is the intro.