Is there life after this?
What is Heaven like? Is there a Hell? So many questions; yet few are asking (out loud). Are you afraid to die? Have you given it any thought? It is the ONE thing we are ALL going to do...yet we rarely discuss it. I don't think I thought much about it myself, before I lost my daughter, Katrina. Once someone you love dearly passes - I guess its normal to pursue the topic, "What happens after we die?" I read every book that interested me on the subject. Even watched a few movies, 'What Dreams may come' Robin Williams, 'Terms of Endearment', 'Steel Magnolias', 'Descendants', 'Lion King', 'City of Angels' but I still had no firm idea what happens after we die. I know, your thinking, "no one knows what happens"...yet I have to believe there is more to be said on the topic....
What does the bible say about life after death?
John 11:25
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, thought he were dead, yet shall live.
John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
So the bible tells us WE HAVE life after this Life;if you are blessed with FAITH. What if you don't have faith? Would something different really happen to you, just because you don't know Jesus? So all those with the Jewish faith who believe Jesus is a critically important person, just not the son of God - don't get this gift? What about those who are never introduced to the concept of God? Does it make sense that The One/God- rejects them? How would YOUR GOD separate people? (God separate? hummm)
So does that mean we all go to Heaven? Is there a hell? I personally do not believe in Hell. I never have believed in such a place. When would a parent (God) ever look at one of his children and finally GIVE UP? To me, it makes more sense that there are layers of heaven. We go to the 'layer' that relate to how our energy vibrates at the time of our death {that is another blog for the future!}. Can we possibly learn all the lessons in life in ONE life time? Can we learn how to LOVE the world, as God does in just one trip to Earth?
So does that bring us to reincarnation?
What do you think about those who can communicate with the dead? More and more mediums are being seen on TV, writing books and movies - making that more mainstream. The current TV hit, The Long Island Medium, Theresa Caputo has opened many hearts to the idea that our loved ones don't just disappear. They are here with us, just in a different way. She clearly has a gift that offers HOPE. We all can use some hope!
There are countless stories about those who die and come back -life after death - in NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCES (NDE). Many near death stories are told by respected people, who fear telling their stories will make them seem less credible. The current NY best seller book, "Proof of Heaven" is written by a Harvard trained neurosurgeon, Dr. Eben Alexander. Basically his story is that 'he being highly trained and skilled brain surgeon, thought that people who told stories about floating above their body, traveling down a tunnel that's brightly lit, etc was just a normal body response from a brain lacking oxygen.' It must have been strange for him when in 2008 he "died" and traveled (flew) over what he described as Heaven - with fields of amazingly beautiful flowers opening as he and 'an angel' held hands while they flew over the most colorful and beautiful landscape he could imagine. Later through a police drawing, he finds out that the angel was his sister (he was adopted) whom had died years earlier!
Undoubtedly, we all want SOMETHING wonderful to happen after we die. Don't we all desire to be surrounded by our loved ones who have gone before us - WAITING for us? This is a tough life sometimes, wouldn't it be great to KNOW we go on to something more amazing?
Do you believe we can communicate with our loved ones after they pass from here?
In the spring 2012, my best friend and I took a trip to Phoenix, Arizona to take a two 1/2 day workshop with James Van Praagh. The workshop was to help teach you how to communicate with the other side. It was important for me to be open to all these new ideas because of Katrina. I was not willing to just wait 50 years to talk to her again! If it was possible to talk to her now, I wanted to learn how to do it.
The week before Katrina's car accident I was repainting my living-room "French Gray". I had no idea that meant a light shade of blue! I wondered how it would look next to my red couch? I had sent photos to Kat's cell but she said she couldn't tell via text, but would be up the next weekend to visit. For reasons I still don't clearly understand - she never made to my home again.
Once we booked our trip to the James Van Praagh workshop, I began to ask Katrina to PROVE to me that she was indeed there and could hear me. I wanted her to have SOMEONE at the workshop mention that I was painting my walls. It was obscure, and wasn't 'Google-able'!
I asked Katrina daily to bring up the painting sometime during our trip, if not I would have a hard time believing in such things - even as much as I wanted to believe, I needed first hand experience (proof). Friday night James did a few hours worth of readings for the audience. He was very good, and had a lot of detail in his descriptions. Many audience members were crying. It was pretty intense, but Katrina didn't make it in that night. Saturday and Sunday we did several exercises to strengthen our 'listening' and 'feeling' skills. By Sunday, I was bummed, she hadn't come through and I was getting nervous. Lyrae kept telling me to relax, it will happen - just chill. (Ugh!)
We were near the end of the workshop and once again we got new partners to pair up with. As soon as I sat down the lady says, "you should go pick someone else, I am not good at this' I think, oh great! Here I am NEEDING to hear my daughter, and I get a lady that has low confidence! I felt I needed to stay with her, and asked her to concentrate. I handed her Katrina's orange wallet and asked her to focus. In the beginning, she said she was hearing 'grandmother', I said NO. Calmly, "please take a deep breath and concentrate".
She took a deep breath, she looked off to the side and said, "I am getting your daughter", "YES", she said, "she was killed in a car accident, but it was not her car", "YES", she said, "it happened around mid-night", "YES" and she went on with 6-7 accurate statements and then said that is all. I kept looking at her, in the dark, with a room full of hundreds of others in sets of two. She was still looking off to the side, thinking of something. I asked her what she was thinking, and she said, "No, its silly and doesn't mean anything". I said, "if you feel compelled to say it, you should as it might mean something to me". She looked right at me, and smiled, shrugged and said - "I see you with a roller paint brush - painting your walls"...tears streamed down my cheeks...
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