We are Spiritual beings having a human experience. When it is time to move beyond the experience of existing in human form, our Spirit leaves the confinement of the body to begin its experience again in the Spiritual realm. Depending on what you have chosen to believe while in human form will determine what you experience what you leave your physical "home."
In his series of books Conversations with God, Neale Donald Walsch submits in his latest work "Home with God" that life is never ending. While we certainly end our existence as a human being on this plane, Walsch looks at life beyond that which we call "death." The book suggests that at that moment when our spirit departs for other realms we experience exactly what is we believe we will experience. If you have held to the belief in a heaven paved with silver and gold, that experience will come forth, just as an experience of darkness and "hell" might come forth if you have held to the belief that hell is your destination. Those who perhaps believe that nothing exists upon the termination of life on earth, will have that experience.
According to Walsch’s Conversations with God, that experience will not continue to exist. As soon as there conscious desire for change, change will also occur. There will be a reunion of sorts with the creator of all that is and choices to be made about whether to return to a new life and existence on earth, or to remain for a while playing and dancing through the Universe.
Most belief systems acknowledge that when this body “dies” we do not. Life as we understand it in this time and space ends, but the “life” that we are simply moves on to a different existence. There are a few faiths that do not refer to life’s ending on this planet as, he or she “died”, rather they use the term “he made his transition.” Some use the term, “we go beyond the veil” referring to another dimension, realm or level of existence.
In fact, some will say this existence is time and space is the illusion and that our reality is on a level of unity with all including God where there is no time or space.
If we consider the many thoughts on death, it then becomes a question of whether this is something that really should be “feared.” If we think in terms of fear being an acronym: False Evidence Appearing Real, we should consider what it is we believe about death. Certainly when a loved one passes they are no longer visible to us, at least gone from our earthly site. We can not communicate with that person and we feel that deep sense of loss. Though we may believe they are in “heaven”, that trust is clouded by the fact that we do not truly know what has happened to that person. But is that “truth” of not knowing in fact “false?” What if we have just forgotten that we are spiritual beings having a human experience? What if we think of that person’s death like a car we’ve been watching that has turned a corner and is our of site. The car is not gone. It is still the same car, we just can not see it any long, however someone around the corner not only sees the car, but is welcoming it into their view.
To offer something for consideration I would like to share a personal story. Many years ago, I lost someone very dear to me. She was my "other mother." A woman who, when I was teenager, took me under her wing, recognizing that I was not in the best of situations in my home, she took the time to reach out and was the first person to ever show me unconditional love. Our relationship continued and grew ever closer as I grew into adulthood and as I announced my third pregnancy, she announced she had cancer. Two short years later I received a call that she was in a hospice and there was not much time. The family had tried for a week to reach me and when I finally arrived at her bedside they told me they all believed she was waiting for me. We said good-bye and that night (or early the next morning around two am) I woke. I was having difficulty breathing and struggled in a panic for nearly an hour. Shortly before three am I felt a sudden release and realized, as I took a deep and easy breath, she was gone.
In my grief a few weeks later I sat in bed, crying and wishing I could hear her voice one more time. In that moment, I did hear something. I thought I was going crazy. The unmistakable British accent told me she was right there "just beyond the veil", she was fine and I need never worry as she would be near whenever I needed her. I found myself talking out loud and saying: "How do I know it’s you? How do I know this isn’t wishful thinking?" In a few moments I felt as if I should be starting the basement cleaning project I had planned to begin in the morning.
It was like a scene from Diary of Mad Housewife as I descended the two flights of stairs to the basement. I felt led directly to the back where a box stood high on a shelf. I reached up and in and pulled out three letters. They had been written to me some 20 years before by my "other mother." I sobbed as I read them. The words were timeless, applying to my life in that moment as much as they had when she had penned them.
There is no doubt in my mind, that "we" are not these bodies. We are merely taking up residence, playing here on this planet we call earth until we are finished with the game and desire to go back home to God.
