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Everyone Speculates: What are the House Rules?

All religions acknowledge this ultimate reality: On the roulette wheel of Life, even if we are among the fortunate few who achieve health, fame, fortune and love, our winning streak is doomed to expire. In the end, the House always wins; we all die, by one unpleasant means or another. In my opinion, the only important differences between world religions is in how the leading lights of each faith envisioned what comes afterward.

To my way of thinking, altogether too much has been made of the monotheism-polytheism-deism-theism-pantheism debate, and the same thing goes for reincarnation, pro and con. I know what I believe; the only thing I really want to know for sure is, what happens in the final reality after all time has ended. When the universe has contracted and all the suns are gone, when everything is finished and all our stories have been told, will I—and will all the souls I have ever loved, both human and animal—be okay? I mean, really okay? What are the House Rules?

I am not alone in asking this. There are many variations and combinations of the following beliefs, but all of them are just human attempts to beat—or at least to understand—the House. They reflect our shared reality that life shreds us to pieces. It horrifies and insults us with nightmare events that we find completely unfair and totally unacceptable; yet it does it anyway. Where should we go to file a protest? By what method are we to deal with inevitabilities that we cannot change? 

The method most people use is religion. If we are not comfortable with the faith of our family or tribe, we may struggle for years trying to find something that makes more sense to us. 

Some Spiritual Masters declare that the House (Universal Mind) is beneficent, and that everything we experience is for our own ultimate good. Even when things are horrible, painful and depressing, we can still trust our Divine Mother-Father. We are children of the Divine ourselves, so we are assured of Truth, Consciousness and Bliss when we have awakened from this dream. However it is that we hear the Divine—whether as One voice or Many, whether through reasoned theological texts or intuitional emotional metaphor—is our own unique experience, our own private business. Different strokes for different folks; Truth is One, Paths are Many. But the bottom line is that we will be okay in the end.   

Other Masters warn in apocalyptic writings that there is only One True Path. This life is not a dream at all, but urgently important reality. Furthermore, it is a Battle—and we only get one chance to win. There are dark forces which are hatefully bent on our destruction, and we need the intercession of a Power stronger than ourselves in order to escape eternal perdition. It is folly to think that we are strong enough, alone, to win against such ancient Evil. If we do not give ourselves over completely to a Savior or Guru—and to the commands and judgments of the organization which is that Savior's or Guru's mouthpiece on earth—our souls will be lost forever. These Masters believe that those are the House Rules. Any teaching to the contrary, no matter how loving or reasonable it may sound, is a lie perpetrated by the Devil to lead us astray. It is very possible that we may not be okay in the end.

Even atheists, agnostics and humanists formulate their philosophies of life—and one's philosophy, if believed strongly enough, may be said to constitute his religion. We all need something to hold onto, in order to avoid going crazy. Deep down we know that being in control is only an illusion; but it's much more reassuring to have that illusion, than not. 

Consequently, some thinkers hold that the House (Natural Law) works on purely scientific principles. It does not possess human-like cognition; it does not have emotional preferences. What we interpret subjectively as a mega-disaster of tragic proportions, Nature experiences simply as a tidal wave or an earthquake or a volcanic eruption; all natural events. There is nothing personal about it. As human beings desirous of maintaining viable communities, we need to live as rationally, compassionately and inventively as we can from day to day, in accordance with the universally recognized principles which we call the Golden Rule. Whatever happens afterward is completely up to the House. Whether we retain any awareness after we die is unverifiable by science, so best left to private speculation and personal opinion. But the point of life is in our everyday, moment-by-moment engagement with it. It is very likely, these people feel, that our awareness is snuffed out completely with the dying brain—in which case, ironically, it is quite accurate to say that we will be okay forever; for there will be no consciousness to perceive anything else.

To borrow a quotation from Edgar Lee Masters' Tomorrow is My Birthday (which he wrote as the last words of William Shakespeare to his friends Ben Jonson and Michael Drayton, who stayed up drinking with him the night before): 

There is no sweeter thing, Nor fate more blessed than to sleep.

Tyrants shall rise and slaughter fill the earth,
But I shall sleep. In wars and wars and wars
The ever-replenished youth of earth shall shriek
And clap their gushing wounds--but I shall sleep,
Nor earthy thunder wake me when the cannon
Shall shake the throne of Tartarus. Orators
Shall fulmine over London or America
Of rights eternal, parchments, sacred charters
And cut each others' throats when reason fails--
But I shall sleep. This globe may last and breed
The race of men till Time cries out "How long?"
But I shall sleep ten thousand thousand years.

So, as I count it, the vote is two to one in favor of our blessed eternal protection—either because we will be reabsorbed into the Oneness of Universal Mind, or because we will lose consciousness altogether and not have to worry about anything. We could be wrong, of course; the middle opinion might be the right one, or something completely out of our calculations might be awaiting us. The House is more subtle than the prognostications of any gambler, and it probably holds some surprises in reserve.

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A student of esoteric traditions since the age of 16, Ted Czukor (Theo the Green) taught Yoga for 37 years until retiring in 2013. For 26 years he was adjunct faculty for the Maricopa, AZ Community Colleges, teaching Gentle Yoga and Meditation & Wellness. Raised in the Methodist Church but drawn to Rosicrucianism, Hinduism and Buddhist philosophy, he is a devotee of the Goddess in all Her forms. Ted has been a Shakespearean actor, a Masonic ritualist and an Interfaith wedding officiant. He is the author of several books, none of which made any money and two of which are available as .pdf files. He lives with his wife Ravyn-Morgayne in Sun City, Arizona. Their shared dream is to someday relocate to Glastonbury, England.


  • Me
    Me Tuesday, 05 August 2014


    Thanks for the excellent post. It paints seemingly-broad strokes with the left hand hand while simultaneously drawing hundreds of tiny spirals full of memory and belonging with the right. A keen integration indeed.

    Death and the afterlife seem to be a set of topics that only those with all of the answers seem comfortable talking about (and I suspect most of those folks are simply hiding their anxiety behind a mask of dogma), but I don't feel like this has to be the case. Most of the worry and fear surrounding death doesn't come from our inability to know what happens afterward, but our culturally-cultivated disability to live in such a way that honors the days, months, and seasons we have been given. Our failure to fill our lives and the lives of those around us with Wonder and Joy and Grace, our failure, is the ghost that haunts us from our future. It's like I told a dear friend of mine recently while we mused over life, the universe, and everything: "Regret is the only price we pay death."

    I recently read The Memory Garden, by Mary Rickert, which touches on a lot of themes, but potently so regarding the journey that we all must make toward accepting our own mortality. Reading this book empowered me to release the anger I've felt for years because of my absence of belief in a traditional Christian afterlife and find new meaning and purpose in living the remainder of my days here on this earth we all share. More of my recent ramblings on the book and its impact on me can be found here:

    If the House always wins, and it does, eventually, then I suppose the only power we can truly wield is to spin that Wheel of Fortune with as much strength and enthusiasm as we can muster and shout, "Weeeeeeeee!!!"

  • Ted Czukor
    Ted Czukor Wednesday, 06 August 2014

    Thank you, Jason, for your most generous review; it's the best one I ever got!

    I read your review of The Memory Garden, and rated it excellent. (Talk about skillful and insightful writing!) I want to read the book now, and I'm sure my wife will too.

    Thank you, too, for your contributions to the subject here. I like your saying about Regret, and your decision to shout, "Weeeeeeeeee!!!" on that darned Wheel of Fortune.

  • Me
    Me Thursday, 07 August 2014

    Oh, you're welcome, Ted, and thank you for your kind words as well. I look forward to hearing more from you. :-)

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