This is my last blog post on Nobody's Dead for awhile, perhaps forever. I want to thank those of you who have been faithful readers, especially those of you who have taken time to email me directly.
I began this as a way for me to gather my observations of the dead, as well as to honor those who are grieving and their loved ones in the afterlife. The process has been a slow unfolding for me, a lotus emerging in all its beauty from the muck.
After several hundred readings, here are a few of the things that I have learned about the dead. I intend to write a short book one of these days where I will share more of my experiences.
First, the obvious, nobody is dead. Nobody dies. Death is not a real occurrence in the world of spirit. Like many things in the physical world, death is a bit of a trick to teach us the gift of letting go and the challenge of creating something new and perhaps better. The body sloughs off and we, in spirit, continue. Here in the physical, most of us are not able to see the dead and therefore imagine our loved ones no longer exist. Our physicists have shown us life continues; energy never dies.
The dead are not in one place or another, i.e., either heaven or hell. Initially, I wasn't sure that either of these two words represented an actual place of being. Currently, I believe that both heaven and hell are one more construct of our mind to explain the unexplainable.
We live in a physical world of the third dimension, the dimension of the physically obvious, the dimension of duality. The dead live in a dimension of the non physical. I have yet to hear what to call this place, but it is one where we appear to exist without a bodily form.
As in life, we, in our dead-life, carry ourselves with us. Personality seems to continue. Whether the dead show us their personality so the alive will know they are still around, or whether they maintain their personality, I can't answer today. My guess is that most of us, when dead, want our loved ones to know we are okay.
The dead are able to respond to the living. When someone close to us passes on, they are able to respond to our love or lack of it. Many times I have noticed that when we hold on so tightly to someone who's passed over, they remain in an adhesive, not necessarily cohesive, relationship with us.
In our willingness to forgive and let go of the past, we seem able to help the dead move to a more comfortable "place."
Today I would say that love continues. So does hate. Love creates peace and carries a high vibration of bliss. Hate creates misery and carries a low vibration of godlessness. As always, we have a choice.
The dead have an ongoing opportunity to work on themselves. If you die in a "gridlocked" personality of refusing to open your heart, you will continue to live in that isolated place of sadness and anger. If you lived doing your best and caring for others, even if you think you have not succeeded, you will continue to live in a place of caring and being cared for.
The physical body is often a painful nuisance. Some of the most heart-rending moments with the dead have come for me when someone who endured a painful physical existence, shows him/herself with the freedom of movement of a butterfly. The exhilaration of moving without pain, without the weight of a malformed body is a joy to behold.
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