Our souls live on

Once I feared death.

Although I’d always believed in heaven, death terrified me. Its finality. The way it wrenched our special ones away from us. Death seemed a punishment. And no one—not even the most righteous—escaped it.

I no longer dread the Reaper.

I know without a doubt, the afterlife exists and our passing from this realm is just another stage of our being. We don’t dissolve into the ether when our human shells fail.

The true essence of who I am—my personality, my soul—will continue on.

Death alters relationships, it doesn’t extinguish them.

Don’t get me wrong. The passing of special people remain sorrowful events as the physicality and the everyday give and take we enjoyed cease to exist.

Through my experiences and hearing anecdotes from others, I’m convinced our departed loved ones visit us to

  • cheer us on,
  • bestow their affection and
  • share pivotal moments in our lives.

Love remains eternal.

God is love. And as our divine parent, the Great I Am surely encourages us to share this greatest asset even after our passing. It would be unthinkably cruel to sever the love we’ve shared with others just because the body ceases to exist.

Last August, I experienced an exceedingly vivid dream.

I stand amid a crowd in the Goldfield Hotel lobby. Everyone attending is special to me; I know this even though all their faces are obscured. I jump up a few steps on the stairwell, raise my arms and proclaim, “Today, I’m proving to you the soul lives on.” On cue, a huddle of spirits hoists me onto their shoulders. To the crowd, it appears I’m levitating in a sitting position; they can’t see the entities carrying me. A deafening cheer erupts from the group. Everyone follows as I’m paraded along the first floor. The intensity of love is startling. I’m taken around a corner, when a family member walks up to me. He’s different from the others in that his face is clear and his voice unmistakable. He smiles and exclaims, “I finally understand what you’ve been saying. I now know the soul truly lives on.”

When I awoke, I continued to experience the dream’s intensity. I couldn’t shake the sensation that I was surrounded by those who cared about me. I held this remarkable feeling with me all morning.

Around noon, my phone rang. I learned the family member I’d dreamt about died suddenly of a heart attack the afternoon before. Hours later, as the memory of my night’s slumbers came back to me, it gave me some solace. My loved one who crossed over was well.

Acknowledge those who’ve crossed over.

When a departed dear one pops into your mind,

    • talk to them,
    • send your adoration and
    • allow yourself to believe they can visit you.

Embrace your relationships and realize that you’re never alone.

For more information on life after death, I recommend these websites:

Annette Childs, Ph.D.  

Association Trans Communication

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  1. Jean April 25, 2012 at 8:38 am

    My faith in an afterlife was greatly strengthened after a very close family member passed away. I don’t see her, but I feel her with me, sharing my joy, helping me through hard times, sharing her strength and wisdom.

    • Kathleen April 25, 2012 at 10:08 am

      That’s great that you paid attention to your feelings. I think it helps us in our grieving process to know and realize we feel our loved one’s presence. Take care.

  2. Tony Gonzalez April 30, 2012 at 8:39 pm

    Kudos for talking about mortality, Kathleen. I’ve learned more about life . . . from death. I travel to Winnemucca once a month to do grief counseling for the hospice out there. That part of the journey still carries so much meaning even though it’s been twelve years since Patty died.

    • Kathleen May 1, 2012 at 7:20 am

      Thank you, Tony. I have a great deal of respect for those who tackle grief counseling. If you don’t mind sharing, what is the top thing you’ve learned about life from being around impending death? I imagine you have great insight on this topic.

  3. Tony Gonzalez May 1, 2012 at 4:40 pm

    Thanks for that compliment, Kathleen, but I can only lay claim to the experience and pass that on. The most profound thing that I learned after my wife passed away went something like this: I have always been a walker, and during those weeks after she ‘d passed, I’d stop and think about her. And as there were plenty of memories where we lived before I’d met her, I’d try to trace a meaningful path back to what I was going through. It’s a habit of mine that goes way back. And there came a time when I was doing this when this truth was gifted upon me: Even though she was invisible, her love was real, tangible. I realized that God the Father, who loves me infinitely more . . . that I had never seen Him . . . but his love had to be as real as that. More real, as a matter of fact. Other things happened that added to this.

    When I drive the 2 1/2 hours out to Winnemucca, I’m tethered to some meaningful things because of loving someone, and having lost them to death. I know my life is more than a quest for a career, it’s a journey with purpose. I know that love is eternal, and its own reward, and service is a great love, not always glamarous, most often dirty, messy, and not frequently acknowledged. But when I hold to that kind of love, I honor God, a person named Patty, and maybe myself. Occasionally there’s a story, but always, there’s love.

    • Kathleen May 1, 2012 at 6:43 pm

      Wow. Thank you very much for taking the time to write such a thoughtful, beautiful response. I don’t know if any of us can quite fathom the exceptional love God has for us. Thank you again for sharing! Take care.

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