We have told each other our names several times over the years, but I keep forgetting, and I assume he does too. We just say hello, and chat for 5-10 minutes every time we see each other.
But here is the thing: he has a particular energy. He is that guy. I’m sure I do too. Names really don’t matter. Neither of us feels that. What I read is that in the afterworld, in the realm of spirit, there is no need of names. You can FEEL who people are by their energy. Everyone is unique. They are that person. Their unique energetic quality is who they are.
Can you, in picturing people in your life, “name” them by their energetic gestalt? What do you see in your mind’s eye? I know some people claim to see auras–and I think this is likely true, although I am certainly not one of them–but that isn’t what I mean. I mean some intangible constellation of information encoded in what you can fathom from how they speak, how they hold themselves, how they walk, what they say, what interests them, how often they laugh, what they laugh about, how they laugh, how energetic or sluggish they are, etc.
There is so much in this world telling us that everyone is equal to everyone else, that our role is that of political pawns to be used by amoral psychopaths who see us solely in terms of our value to their power ambitions. If you are black, or gay, or a woman: do you REALLY think Leftists want to better your lot? They want to throw you enough crumbs to convince you to back them, but the last thing they want is you bettering yourself, realizing your own dreams, without their unique papal intercession. They always want to be in the middle, and necessary. This is the opposite of freedom. They are like parents who don’t want you to move out of the house.