Jessica Williams, jazz pianist, composer


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Live Long

The memories of your childhood, that moment when you realized that everything, anything was possible—remember that feeling. How the air smelled so clean and everything was so bright and colorful. How the sky was so deeply blue and the trees were so astoundingly green and the sounds were clear as a bell and all of life seemed eternal and filled with promise. We felt that life would last forever.

We felt this so strongly in our hearts and minds because it can and does. It can last forever, or at least a lot longer than we ever believed.

From Wikipedianew window: Deepak Chopra states that, combining principles from Ayurveda (Hindu traditional medicine) and mainstream medicine, his approach to health incorporates ideas about the mind-body relationship, a belief in teleology in nature, and a belief in the primacy of consciousness over matter – that "consciousness creates reality". He claims that his practices can extend the human lifespan and treat chronic disease. The medical and scientific communities' opinion of his beliefs and ideas ranges from dismissive to damning. Critics say that his treatments rely on the placebo effect, that he misuses terms and ideas from quantum physics (quantum mysticism), and that he provides people with false hope which obscures the possibility of effective medical treatment.

I know. I’ve heard it all before; we were confused. We were young and uninformed. We were pure as the driven snow, and soon the snow would melt and we’d all get to experience illness, pain, and death. Whoopee.

I am sorry to say that is is not the children who are confused about death . . . it is the “old” people who are confused—those people made old by their own choices, their own hand, their own belief systems .

Many of them are not truly old. They are children that have forgotten those mornings and days.

When I was a young girl, and felt like life was a portal through which miracles would come, and I knew it was true. I still remember the feeling. Alive. Forever. No death. No end to the possibilities of what I could do. It wrapped around me like a perfectly transparent ovoid shell of soft yet impenetrable protection. Safety and warmth and love ran all through my young body. And I was always in the moment, never thinking about the past with regret, never worrying about the future with dread.

You can only feel love and only feel your body when you are in the moment and conscious. Fear does not flourish when one is solidly living in the Eternal Now.


Then we were slowly swayed by their ugly propaganda. They said it was knowledge. But it wasn’t. It was lies.

They said it was a grown-up thing and we wouldn't understand because we were too young (meaning not smart enough yet) to know we were going to die. They said illness and death were inevitable. We somehow went from the bird song and breathless beauty of a clear NEW morning replete with dew on the marigolds and hummingbirds humming, to saying (and, sadly, believing) “death is inevitable, everybody dies, when you die you die, we only have so much time, the clock’s ticking, I ain’t gettin’ any younger, the old gray mare she ain’t what she used to be, and oh the good old days when we were young and thought we’d live forever. Now we know better. The disease process will begin and hair will gray or fall out and splat! You’re dead."

We went from glorious joy to dark helplessness and defeat, from a hearty Arabian dance around our campfire with accordions and flutes and guitars . . . to a funeral dirge played on a dusty, cranky old organ in a church that smells of old men and lost souls.

I saw and still see things quite differently. We felt all that great stuff as kids because we sensed a truth. Forever exists in the mind and we create the reality that we inhabit. Of course we don’t die . . . it exists, but only old people die. We have forever and we are invincible, unstoppable, filled with life and clear as the sky. This is thinking, speaking, and living like a child. I prefer this to the grown-up version.

This makes me realize that death, aging, and illness are caused by believing and knowing we will die. How can we know that?

Can you see how dangerous believing or knowing something is? Can you feel how they have taken your life and turned it inside-out with their lies and their theories of what life is on this lovely planet full of beauty and magic?

Negative, rule-based belief systems and religions are not just dangerous. They are most often fatal.


The secret to ‘licking’ any disease is to be both in the present (all of the time, if possible) and to BE that little kid again. Be her. No one will notice but you. You will notice the difference immediately. Become a child, and you become yourself automatically. You are not transformed into yourself as a child. You ARE that child, living in the now. Now is ALL there is. Now is the illusory past and future, all at once. It constitutes the nature of spacetime as described by Einstein and Hawking. The past and future are fictions. There is only one eternal NOW.

This fits perfectly with Hawking’s idea about the nature of time, and also creates a new way to treat disease. A disease of the body starts in the mind. It is by going inward that I discover the girl, standing there on Jefferson Road, getting that feeling all around her, and on so many other occasions—the powerful feeling that everything was perfect (it is) and everything was possible (it is).

This is how I fight ills and disease: stay in the present, and think like a child. Know nothing. Feel everything. Love is good. Darkness and evil are bad. Be good. Choose strength over weakness, up over down, and on over off. Life over death. Wellness over illness. And always, yes over no.

Attitude is everything.

We were right. We felt like we were going to live forever (oh, we knew about death and it happened to ‘old’ people, like at 40) and we were close to the truth. Forever can exist in an instant (Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity) or can stop altogether (Einstein and Hawking).

Saying we are going to die someday as a certainty, a morbid absolute, means that it is not possible to heal yourself. We say “Aging is a process and it fosters disease and eventually death. It means we were dead wrong as kids. That lots of stuff is impossible. This is why doctors are here in great abundance. Life sucks, then you die.”

No thank you. I like my version better, and it is my version that will take me through what will be a very long, long life, free of the diseases that plague our planet. And there is a name for the rampant disease of the mind that afflicts us with these grotesque charades of “knowledge”. PROGRAMMING. It is all a lie. Propaganda. A theory by experts who know more than any of us. I have tuned out all experts, be they doctors, priests, politicians, or any other sorts of homicidal, suicidal malcontents.

They are proof, actual walking, breathing (one assumes), living proof that man does indeed use only 10% of his brain. Whoever it was that said those immortal words, I am am quite sure that he himself used only 10% of his brain.

I use at least 90% of mine on a good day, and intend to use the other 10% for storage. Everything else goes, as it is pure balderdash, horsefeathers, hoke. Lies of the worst sort—lies that kill.


Children are our future and we cannot be cluttering their minds with rubbish that is going to make them ill. I know that people get sick. I’ve been there far too many times for my tastes. I deplore illness, but now I understand it better. I go inward as my husband holds me, surrounding me with his love. And suddenly, like magic, I’m that little girl again, smelling the fresh morning air, smelling the gardenias (so fragrant) and thanking the world for being here, just for my own private satisfaction.

I try to live in the now, but often I slip. I am not perfect and never will be. But really, is the stress caused by worry really solving anything? And are regrets and fears from the past real, or are they just the distant echoes of thunder in a storm that has long passed, forgotten except in the occasional “off-moment” when I slip out of the wonderful now?

I suppose that each of us has a different view of reality. It’s almost as if each and every one of us is looking for the same thing, but in very different places. I am not a physicist. And thank heavens I’m not an ‘expert’ on anything. But this is really worth pondering. I have had miracles happen in my life—wondrous, unexplained, unexpected surprises that, if I wrote about them, no one would believe. Well, maybe a few would. I think that many of us are well-aware that we’ve been sold a bushel of BS. I am sure that the future of our children will be better than ours.

We start by telling them that they have forever to be young.

—Jessica Williams, Aug 14, 2015


“As soon as you’re born, they make you feel small,
by giving you no time instead of it all,
’til the pain is so great you feel nothing at all.”
—John Lennon, “A Working-class Hero is Somethin’ to Be”

Related: Deepak Chopranew window, Consciousness Drives Evolution





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