Hacking the Afterlife with Jennifer Shaffer, Luana Anders, Amelia Earhart discuss "signs" and the "Team"

Another fun conversation with folks on the Flipside. In this, Luana Anders, our moderator on the Flipside wants to discuss a dream that I had recently where I was on one side of a door with my brother, both of us trying to get it open - and on the other side I could hear my mom's voice.

As I awoke, I recognized the door. It's the same door that was mentioned a few weeks ago during a podcast, and I asked my friend on the flipside about this door - and her message to me was "let it go."

Which I did. 

But the dream made me reach out to the folks who have this door - and sending a text message about the dream prompted a reply that said "your family can come and retrieve the door if they want to."

When I awoke from the dream about the door - I was thinking about the metaphor. It was the last remaining piece from the house I grew up in, that our father the Architect designed and built for his family - and that door has every person's name and a date who crossed into our threshold. 

Hundreds of names of people - old girlfriends, (we were four boys) but also wives, children, grandchildren, their pets - all stood against the door while my dad marked their height and the date they were there.

Luana is on the door. Multiple times. My parents, my brothers, their families - our dog Sam - all on the door.

And the reason that came to me after the dream is that this door represents a kind of Akashic library - retaining the time signature, the frame of time when that person stood against the door - had themselves measured, the time and place dated. 

Many of the names on the door have left the stage - but they - like all of our loved ones - still exist outside of time as we understand it. 

They're available - all of them - because that floppy disk of who we are has the mathematics of the time frame imbedded in that door... so to speak. Like a photograph - or a video - but in ways different, perhaps more fun, because we can see the handwriting of the person who wrote their name, signed their name, wrote the date - on the door.

And now it's in my brother's garage. 

He sent me a photo of it the other day - and there they are, all of them, our friends, pals, lovers, relatives, comedy giants, musicians - all of them on that one door.

That I thought was gone.

But it is not.

And this week I'm editing a "best of Amelia Earhart" so I invited Amelia to stop by and weigh in - and she talked about the crew we all have.

The team on the flipside.

Our teachers, our guides, our classmates, our higher selves, our council members - all participate in our journey, but are like a plane's mechanics... each bolt, each oil drop, each gear and mesh is related to a safe flight.

We are never alone in the air with our plane - we have all these folks on the ground who did their job that got us airborne.

I used the metaphor of a football team - guards and tackles, linebackers, halfbacks, quarterbacks - and the coaches and men and women behind the team - who design the plays, watch the footage - all of them are involved in each and every play.

It's a bit like what the astronaut said the other day when someone asked her about what constitutes a crew or a team - and she started to talk about what a good crew means, and realized somewhere in that thought that everyone on Earth is part of that same crew.

The crew that keeps our planet going forward.

Sorry I didn't mention it on the podcast, but I'm mentioning it now.

Be kind to everyone.