“I’m not dead!”
These were the first words I heard when I checked in on someone I knew after they had died. (Something I like to do to see how my friends are faring in the life beyond, and to make sure all is well with them.) A staunch atheist when living, this particular chum had been particularly vocal about his belief that all mediums were charlatans, that there was no ‘afterlife’, and that anything suggesting otherwise was stuff and nonsense. Though he liked me, he was wary of the work I did and thought that, somewhere along the line, I had been taken for a ride and duped.
But as I gazed at him through my clairvoyant eye, there he was, beaming from ear to ear. ‘I’m not dead’ he said, dancing in delight. ‘I can’t believe it! I’m alive!’ It was a lovely sight, he was so thrilled to still be ‘living’. Contrary to what some might think, not believing in an afterlife is no barrier to reaching it.
Another friend, who also thought he would be little more than dust once he had taken his final breath, smiled wryly at me when I checked in on him. ‘Well well well’, he said. ‘Who would have thought’. His life had been tough. Very tough. He was adjusting slowly to his ‘new’ life and was deeply grateful for the tranquility he now felt. He was free of the pain and torment in the mind that had plagued him earthside, and the serenity he experienced now was something he had searched for for years. He was not sad to have left this realm.
Some check ins are harder. When a dear friend passed I felt a sense of unease and immediately wanted to connect with her. When I did, I saw distress. She didn’t realise yet that she had died. This does happen occasionally. She had passed mid-sleep and thought she was still dreaming. She was frantic, not understanding why she couldn’t wake up from it. Relieved to see a friendly face, I sat with her for a while, gently explaining that it wasn’t a dream, that she had passed away. It wasn’t easy, and acceptance came slowly, but as the Angelics bathed her in light, peace was restored. She understood. Held in light as she was it wasn’t a painful realisation, more an awakening to the inalienable truth that her turn had come, as it will come for all of us.
These sojourns into the next world are beautiful, and as the weight of years begin to ache my bones and turn my hair whiter, no doubt they will become more frequent.
From what I see, we step straight into peace and love once we shuffle our mortal coil. We are going back home after all. We experience expansiveness like never before, an undeniable knowing that we are loved, and a deep sense of calm that fills us head to toe. It is an exquisite state of being that few of us reach here in our human suits, save perhaps for the odd yogi living a life of devotion.
All those I have visited also come to understand the whys and the wherefores of the whens and the hows of their passing. All is revealed. But knowing they are still alive, and still able to love the ones they have left behind, and knowing that their adventures continue, is the greatest delight. For them, to be alive still is a marvel, a wonder, a joy beyond all joys. And it is anything but the end, it is simply the next chapter in the rich woven tapestry of their glorious life.
Thank you for today’s post. A topic I really struggled with growing up was what happens to us. I had many years suffering with anxiety and made me quite unwell with worry. As I get older it’s something that intrigues me now, this post is reassuring. My anxieties are no more as I trust in the divine and the more calmer I feel. 🙏🙏🙏🙏