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My previous blog details how I have overcome my "scientific" skepticism regarding my psychic gift regarding the existence of life after death. I now believe without reservation that there is life after death. I have been able to "channel" a message from a deceased friend that I had no way of knowing was all important to both the deceased friend and one of her closest relatives.
I was surprised that I did not get any emails regarding this blog but Amy pointed out to me that the people who read my blog most likely already believe in life after death. This may be true, but I hope that those who believe in life after death have a solid basis for that belief. However, if they take it as an article of faith, then they can use my experience to bolster that faith - it's my gift to the faithful.
Today's blog is about a different aspect of Life After Death, the life led by those of us left behind by those who have passed over to wherever the deceased go.
Those who've lost a loved one know all too well how devastating it is. One of the only good things about it is it makes you less resistent to your own death because of the chance that you will be reunited with the one you've loved and lost upon your passing over.
No matter what anyone says, you never, ever get over the loss of someone you love. Never. Anyone who says differently is burying their feelings in well-intentioned words and concepts and platitudes and dogma. However, the feeling of loss occupies the place in your heart and in your life formerly occupied by the dearly departed - how could it be otherwise?
I don't mean to be morbid but this is important stuff. We're all whistling past the graveyard, occupying ourselves with all kinds of busyness and forgetting, more or less, that we are all headed where those we've lost have gone.
This is the life after death I think about every day. It doesn't make me morbid, it makes me thankful for each and every moment I get to spend with Amy and little Zane, our cat. The odds are that we'll outlive this incredible feline being, but you never know what tomorrow may bring.
There's a song with the refrain that "Love breaks your heart" and I can't help but agree. Those pursuing love full tilt should remember that once it is found, it will be lost eventually, as everything ends. I often think that those who live life alone are more afraid of having to deal with that kind of loss than they are afraid of living without love. I'm sure that a similar fear is a part of Amy and my decision not to have children, for losing a child is something we know we'd be devastated by, more so than any other kind of loss.
Yet we know several people who've suffered the loss of a child and life after that kind of a death is indeed difficult beyond measure, but they go on, or at least the people we know go on. I'm sure many don't go on, one way or another.
We are all very brave to live, walking in the valley of the shadow of death, as the psalm says. But maybe there's a better way.
I love kids and I admire those who've taken on the impossibly hard task of giving birth to them and raising them and worrying about them for the rest of their lives. But Amy and I have decided that we don't want to bring anyone into this world of pain and death, even though we've had just about the best lives one could have, compared to so many billions in this hard, harsh world. Like many people who've devoted themselves to spiritual pursuits, we've decided that it is too much karma to bring another person into the world and not just because population pressures are as big a threat to the world as global warming and nuclear war. We respect those who've decided differently, but I am writing this blog in the hope that it will give strength to the many, many women and men who don't want to have children but dont' know if they're strong enough to resist the societal pressures to be fruitful and multiply. There is life after death, that I know to be true and in more ways than one. May those of us who live do so in harmony with the earth and with each other and with our animal brothers and sisters, living lives of quality and meaning and living consciously, not just living up to people's expectations of what we should and should not do. The moral of the story of humanity will depend on how well we take care of each other.
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