I have come to a similar conclusion, it is as I have always done. I am an immortal. I saw this is in my hands. I have never died. Time has no meaning. I am and have been alive in many locations; locations being vertices of mind and light, like cones. Somewhere else I have gone to sleep as Rene Descartes and have today awoken here, a creator of this cosmos in which I have no beginning and neither does anything else. In front of me, almost in a form I can distinguish with these eyes I am standing at the head of the line. I am there now (“I” am also here) Shiva is like a box-office. It has always been this way. I am writing something to remind myself in a thousand years that I must create the universe. That is my task and I have never failed at it. The Greeks called me Didache. I must bring my wife here, I know how but dont quite understand it yet. I’ve accidentally become immortal but I like it well enough and at the end of this universe we get to make a new one. You can come if you’re chill. I have determined that I, in this human experience, am on the inside of the “mandelbrot set”; it is my fingerprint. The inside of the set will carry itself downward to its inevitable demise at its great black core. Sadly our preception of the mandelbrot is limited to the dimmensional confines of this universe and these bodies. We fail to see that a 1 also corresponds to the 0 at the center, that this is inevitable and has always been so. Perhaps you’re the one I’m writing to in a thousand years I dont know; frankly I rather like it here but its quiet. No one else sees it yet; they will eventually but not here. That is fate. I, like you, and those who do not understand yet, are leapfrogging through “time”.
I hope you’re enjoying it for now, I wont wake up for another thousand years so take it all in.

Cheers
Rene Descartes

But as you said, once your body ceases to exist, God will help you.