Small art for the day–did not finish this yesterday, but did actually feel I reached some kind of flow/ meditation in my studio yesterday. One of my favorite of my small art pieces.
This morning I have been working on genealogy. Not actually searching for information, but working on uploading my 10,000 member family tree to the GEDCOM “master” family tree, which in theory could connect all genealogy/ past people. About 2/3 of my tree has to be checked by a person to make sure there are not already matches on the tree, and if not to click the button that says “add this as a new person”.
So one of my many deep introspective questions for the day is “why do I like doing this? And why do I care if the people on my list get integrated into this list? Why am I spending time doing this?”
I like puzzles. I like putting things in the “right place” and “solving” things, so that is part of it. I feel a little victory when I go “Oh! This person in my tree is the same person in that family! It fits!” But so what? Much genealogy interest/ work is driven by the Mormon church, because they have a belief that you can retroactively benefit relatives who have already passed. Their evangelism is not limited to people currently alive, and their spiritual interest in genealogy has become a financial benefit. Many of us pay companies with Mormon ties for access to the infrastructure that allows us to pursue genealogy as a hobby. The desire to “save” my ancestors is not part of MY belief system, so why do I do this?
Partly I feel some kind of acknowledgement of a person’s life “means” something. I like noticing what people did, even if they aren’t here for me to acknowledge in person. When I see wonderful historical buildings or other creations, I think about who did that work and give them a silent nod of gratitude. When I go through names of people who died years ago who I will never meet, I notice them. One of my fun discoveries has been that my grandfather came to the US with his parents, two brothers and a sister, which WE NEVER KNEW! I have pieced together a picture of their lives through documents and data points, through newspaper articles and passenger lists. Some of my investigation into my direct ancestors is a way of looking at whether their lives foreshadowed or have repeating themes in my family.
On a larger scale, beyond satisfying my curiosity, does it matter? On a karmic, cosmic scale, does it matter? Do they know that I “see” them? Probably not. There’s no reason to think that if souls exist on other plains that they have any more understanding of that concept—of what existence on another plane would be like—than we do. There is really no reason to believe that souls that have completed their Earthly time and have gone elsewhere (assuming they even exist further and go ANYWHERE) know about life on Earth. In fact, I hope they don’t. I miss and love my parents terribly, but I know how horrible it is to feel helpless to protect your children even here on Earth. My Mom would be completely distraught if she could really see what is going on the world since she left. If they do have any memory or relationship to the people they left behind, I hope it is limited somehow.
So maybe people who claim to be able to see or remember lives in other dimensions really do, and in other planes there are people who have some knowledge or understanding of earth in the year we know as 2017. Meanwhile, I keep organizing lists of people who once were here on earth, noticing where they lived, who they married, where they worked–piecing together their lives. Which is certainly no less “productive” then other hobbies I have, and as far as I know doesn’t harm anyone. Even if it doesn’t have a higher purpose than my interest.