My Boggled Mind

What happens when we die?

I can’t tell you.  I don’t know.  I don’t believe anyone knows – but I am sure that what someone believes is real; I just don’t know which of the many beliefs that is.  However, I can tell you what I believe.

I believe that this life is one of many.  I believe our spirits, or souls, the thing that makes us who we are, is not bound to our body but is a transient thing.  It is with us while our body lives and it is this soul that defines us – but not only that, I believe the soul is learning and growing and maturing through each life.

I believe that throughout our lives we are guided by the soul and that our lives take the direction of the soul’s journey…. It’s mission.

Over the period of many lives the soul becomes wiser and more perfected, more aware, more… hmmm… “God Like” for lack of a better term.

The people that you meet that are patient, and tolerant, and wise, who seem ‘at peace’ and “whole” are the old souls, the ones that have been through many lives and have learned.

Most of us, I believe, are still on our journey.  Imperfect, incomplete.  That’s what makes us fit the “human” stereotype.  It is our ‘mistakes’ in this life that we will face again in another.  I believe that’s why there are people that you meet that you like instantly, as well as those that you dislike instantly, even dislike intensely.  I believe these are souls you have known in the past.  Your soul recognises them even when you don’t.

So, what happens when you become “whole”?  When your soul has learned all that it can?

I don’t know.  Maybe that’s what angels are, souls that have reached that ‘place’ and now go about helping the rest of us learn what we need to learn, get through the rough times with our hope intact, give us the strength to go on when we would never have believed we could.

Is that the end of the journey?  I don’t even know what I believe – maybe that is knowledge and understanding that is reserved for the oldest souls and not knowing, not being able to totally understand is what (among other imperfections) lets me know that I’m not there yet. 

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