by (Midnight Mass. Season 1. Episode 7. Book VII: Revelation)
En extract from Midnight Mass, season 1, episode 7, book VII: Revelation, which Alenwen liked and so we actually wanted to include it in the Alenwen series. But because of the length and because we didn’t want to drag it out unnecessarily, I cancelled it. But here on the homepage I’m making the cancelled part available to listen to and read. In itself, it’s a nice view of the ending, which I’m happy to share.
View of the conversations between parents and child
Alenwen: “Papa, what actually happens when we die? I mean, what happens to the body?”
Thador (thoughtfully, in a soft voice):
“That’s a big question, dear. When we die, our body stops, cell by cell. But the brain doesn’t stop immediately. It continues to fire off thoughts like a last firework – little flashes of lightning that glow inside. At this moment, when everything ends, I had always thought there would be despair or fear, but now I think differently.”
Skaldiv (curious): “Different? What do you mean, mum?”
Vemara (smiling gently):
“You know, I don’t think there’s any despair, no terror. None of that. Because we are far too busy at this moment. Too busy with memories. Of course, all the moments we’ve experienced flood through our minds. And even more… I remember that every tiny particle in my body was once forged in a star. All these millions of particles that make up our bodies – they are ultimately just a collection of energy.”
Alenwen (with amazement):
“That sounds… almost like magic.”
Switching between Thador and Vemara
Thador (nodding thoughtfully):
“Maybe it is, in a way. But what I’m trying to say, Lenchen, is that there is no real ‘me’. There never was. The memories of my body spread out, they dance with the particles of the ground beneath me, with the air that I breathe. And in this moment I realise: there is no beginning and no end. No point at which ‘I’ begin and the world ends. I am energy, not just a memory, not just a self. My name, my personality, my decisions – all that came later. I was there before, and I will be there after. Everything else is just fleeting images, brief dreams imprinted on the dying fabric of my mind.”
Skaldiv (quietly):
“And then? What will happen to you, to us?”
Vemara (looking deep into Skaldiv’s eyes):
“Then, my child, I will return. It’s like a drop of water falling back into the sea of which it has always been a part. All of us, everything that has ever existed – your grandmother, your grandfather, every plant, every animal, every particle in the world – we are all pieces of something bigger. An entity that some call “the big picture”. Or the realm of the world. The sky and all its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos that dreams itself. Every moment, every life – it’s all a dream. A wish that is wished for again and again, in an endless loop.”
Alenwen (smiling, tilting her head slightly):
“That means we’re never really lost?”
Thador (with a gentle smile):
“No, Lenchen. We are never really lost. There is no time, no real death. The life we live is like a dream, a dream that goes on and on, that connects and unites us. We are all part of it. I am that I am. And we are all. We are everything.”
Lenchen:
Wonderfuuuuul
Skaldiv:
Hmmm…but still, the body and the voice are gone for now. I think that’s daft.
