Thoughts While on a Dental Chair

I haven't gone to a dentist for so long that the dentist even accurately guessed exactly how many moons I have been remiss in my duties. While I sat in that chair for half an hour, it felt good to finally get my teeth scraped and scrubbed. 

Amidst the grating noise, flinching pain and “nakakangawit” posture of the mouth, I thought, “In heaven there must be no dentists because we’d have perfect teeth.”  There’d be no need for doctors because we’d be in perfect health.  What other jobs or professions would cease to exist in heaven?  There’d be no jobs because we wouldn’t have to work for money or for anything if we don’t feel like it.  Professions?  Hmmmmm.

There’d be no lawyers because we would all get along and won’t sue each other.  The only group of professionals I’d imagine would find “jobs” in heaven would be artists and musicians and they won’t be doing any of their art for money.  They would simply be creating, playing music and painting the whole day.  And there’d be no “day” in heaven.  It would be eternity.   

Architects can design and build whatever wild structures they conjure up without coming into conflict with a client who cannot understand their idea or a contractor who cannot execute their vision.  Funds would be limitless and there'd be no gravity either.  Writers can compose all the poems, stories and novels that they want without fear of censure.  They won’t be rejected by publishers or panned by critics. 

I wondered if there would be movies, directors and actors in heaven.  There surely would be no advertisements because you wouldn’t need to sell anything to anybody.  There would be no television as corollary to that.  Movies may be a form of art so perhaps indie films would abound in heaven while "commercial movies” are done for the pure fun of it.

Back to the reality sitting on a dentist’s chair, wouldn’t it be great if we could do the “job” or “profession” we want here on earth?  If we could practice what it is in our inner most heart we believe to be the truest expression of ourselves, what would each one of us be doing?  There’d be a surplus of comedians, chefs, singers and dancers.  We’d all be pilots who don’t need airplanes to fly, we’d just be Superman.

Would it get too boring doing what it is you like for eternity?  What if people wanted to help other people and there’d be no one to help because everyone’s fine in heaven?  That’s where I think angels come in.  They volunteer to go down to earth or to other planets to help human beings or other creatures who may not fall into the category of humans yet fall into our brotherhood of conscious consciousness -- aliens.

Imagine if you were an angel and you could pick other planets to protect the inhabitants.  You’d be blown away by the “differentness” and “otherness” of it from your former home.  In the beginning, it would be like some trip to a drug-induced state but then you’d get your bearings back and remember your noble assignment as an angel.   In reality, science-fiction imagineers may have a direct line to those other-worldly worlds, perhaps whispered to them by their angels who've travelled the whole universe over.

Speaking of science, what would scientists invent in heaven?  Maybe they’d naturally opt to be guardian angels of future Einsteins and Benjamin Franklins.

These are waaaaay too weird thoughts to be churning out in a dental clinic and the dentist did not even give me anaesthesia!