After I lost my first husband, I read everything about the after life that I could get my hands on. The Dr. Raymond Moody books, a doctor that had first-hand anecdotal experiences of patients going through the near-death experience. I also had some friends who told me their strange near-death experiences, angel encounters and so on. It was all so intriguing to me. Hopeful. I also encountered those less than honest actors, charlatans and con men. I read one book where a loser claimed that his automatic writing was actually a conversation with God. He has made tons of money off that ridiculous notion. People want to believe. Even, I want to believe.
Yes, I’ve had unexplained incidences, but nothing definitive. Nothing that would take the place of faith. Nothing that told me, “Ah, so heaven is real.” But I’ve always felt that this human existence is a miracle. That this planet floating in the cosmos and supporting all our life forms is a miracle. How? Why? Philosophers and scientists though the ages have pondered these questions. The answers remain elusive. It all comes to faith. Joseph Campbell studied diverse cultures from primitive to sophisticated and all have a common thread. The soul continues, consciousness continues. We transcend our human form and become ethereal beings as we were before we incarnated. A belief handed down through centuries since humanity emerged. Albert Einstein once said, “You can believe nothing is a miracle or everything is a miracle.” I choose to believe everything is a miracle. So why not a soul? Why not heaven?
My friend passed into that realm Jan 26 and her ashes were buried Saturday. She knows what happens next. She dwells among the heavenly spirits, the angels, of which she was one on earth. She is back where she has always belonged. These thoughts comfort. A reward awaits. There is nothing to fear. My dear friend now knows the truth. A truth that awaits us all. Peace, tranquility, and goodness. The perfect ending and the perfect beginning.
Love and faith is all we need.