When I was young, about 10 or 11, I had this idea that we only have so many breaths in a lifetime. As to how or why I arrived at this I'm not sure, but I always tried to breath slowly and at times hold my breath.
I then thought that if my idea was right maybe it also was true about other things as well, for instance, perhaps there are only so many words we can speak and so on.
I got over this theory and forgot all about it until, that is, I started reading Lobsang Rampa's books when in my early twenties. This is a guy who reckons he was once a Tibetan Lama. His first book The Third Eye was particularly convincing but many thought him to be a fraud later.
Anyway, in one of his books, The Rampa Story, he wrote the following, which was told to him by the Lama Mingyar Dondup: "A human lives for 2,700,000,000 heartbeats, and so does the lowliest insect."
This got me breathing slowly again! Especially as my calculator showed that at an average 70 beats per minute a lifespan would be 73.38 years. I wanted (and still want) to live much longer than this.
My resting pulse is now about 54 so, with the Lama's theory, this would let me see out 95 years. But, of course, at times my pulse rate does rise higher, even much higher.
The book went on to say that, "The life of a planet is (also) 2,700,000,000 heartbeats after which it dies, but from the death of a planet others are born."
So how long is a planet's heartbeat? To quote again, "A planet - they vary, of course - but one planet may have one heart beat in 27,000 years, and after that there will be convulsions upon that world as it shakes itself ready for the next heartbeat."
So I guess my early age theory about having so many breaths may be viable, at least if I mention it in a Tibetan monastery! It can, of course, be shot down in flames.
Life span has always fascinated me. I wrote a small Squidoo lens about this: Longevity And Why Some People Live Long Lives. Thomas Parr supposedly lived 152 years, Henry Jenkins 169, Louisa Truxo 175 years and so on.
One I do know to be true was my grandmother, Lucy English, who lived to 104 despite breaking her hip after falling from a chair, she was standing on, while putting up new curtains. She received a congratulations telegram from Queen Elizabeth II (because of her age not for her curtains!).
So with only 2,700,000,000 heartbeats it pays to go slow - the tortoise does outlive the hare.
ok i'm now slowing down my heartbeat. never heard this theory before. wonder why you imagined this as a child. interesting.ReplyDelete
Uh-oh, slowing down heartbeat here, too. This is a cool post. I used to do the same thing as a kid, holding my breath. Off to look for the book.ReplyDelete
Thanks for reminding me of T. Lobsang Rampa's books. I too read them in my 20s. I was in college, required to read many difficult textbooks, so the Rampa books were like candy.ReplyDelete
I enjoyed them as they came out, but when his cat wrote one of the books - that was what he said -- I started to lose interest. (No offense to my three cats!)
The first couple of books impressed me at the time but then there was a lot of doubt - he supposedly changed bodies and so on. Must admit haven't heard of two many successful cat authors!ReplyDelete