
Life after Death
I am often asked the age old question what happens after death. While some believe it's impossible to know whether there is life after death, belief in immortality is timeless. People of all times and places in history have believed that the human soul survives death.
If there is no consciousness beyond the grave, then life has fooled almost everyone from the Pharaohs of Egypt to Jesus of Nazareth. When we talk about rebirth or reincarnation, some people laugh at the idea. They consider such belief is passé and obsolete. Others may think such a question is in the arena of religion. After all, it is concerned with what comes after death. History has given us sufficient testimony as to man’s ability to tune in to a divine spiritual reality. With his sublime creative powers bordering on genius man can create works of art that are everlasting. Saints, sages, mystics and great artists have laid the foundation of human culture in a relatively short time in its evolution. Mystics and founders of religions have testified to man's ability to free him/her from the clutches of temporal existence by opening himself to the Divine. Some people feel quite suddenly and unexpectedly carried away in spirit, becoming emerged in a 'cosmic consciousness' - one with nature. Being able to transcend time and space could mean that in the depth of his nature man is connected to an extra dimensional continuum.
Thanks to progress in medical science, more and more patients are resuscitated from clinical death. Some of them report experiences which bear great similarity, such as passing through a tunnel, being received by deceased members of the family, or a radiant figure, before entering in a heavenly sphere in a state of great euphoria. As a result of continuing research in the last decades more and more of these experiences have been recorded, compared and analysed. It is noteworthy that these patients saw only relatives and friends who had died, in the 'hereafter'. In exceptional cases they even saw people who they surmised still being alive, but whose death announcement had not as yet reached them.
A popular saying has it that no one has ever returned to tell what happened after death. They do not take into consideration the millions of communications said to have been received by the survivors directly, or by means of a psychically gifted person - a medium. This contact with the dead has been reported to us from the dawn of mankind. Thousands of books have been filled with descriptions of the hereafter. Some of these communications were dictated whilst the recipient was asleep. In other cases one hand just scribbled on its own accord the messages whilst the receiver was either asleep or conducting a conversation, and they revealed facts no one alive could have ever known. There is one certainty that when we die, each and every one of us will start on a journey that countless many have gone before and those alive at present and yet to live will one day surely follow. And for the loved ones that are left behind; they must remember that we have not have left them but only just walked on ahead.
I think it does us all good to be reminded that life has such a sweetness to it and that the future is just some place far, far away. Sadly life soon overtakes us and we are just left with the memories of what once was. Now is the time to both reflect and make our peace with the Lord and thank him for each passing day whilst we prepare ourselves for that next great journey which each and every one of us will make one day.
The twilight years are fast approaching, tranquillity filters slowly into my mind, finally, the turmoil of life is subsiding, creating a haven, the pain is left behind.
Holding on to my thoughts for a lifetime, surviving meaningless memories begins, slowly letting go will not be tranquil, my mind keeps searching, echoing within.
From deep within, come trickling memories, found in all my hidden silenced tears, shooting adrenaline throughout my veins, taunting my mind, again with all my fears.
Paintings in my mind are slowly fading, the canvas is dimming to charcoal grey, on the horizon, hope flashes it's signal, twilight years and happiness begin today.
The battles of desperation has now ended, finally, I've met and conquered my fears, my soul is mending, with the help of God, Lord comfort me,, in my twilight years.
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