Is there life after you die?

I was asked this question on another site and felt compelled to answer with the following.

The easy answer is yes.

But there is far more to it, I probably could write an entire chapter on it and maybe one day I will but for now let me try to explain.

Firstly my spiritual journey goes back to childhood and developed over the last 30 years to include studying everything I could get my hands on.

Some of my experiences defy belief but put it all together like most people you develop your own opinions and beliefs.

Even with all this learning and experiences I had encountered, some years ago I spent 2 years by myself and totally immersed in studying and practicing all kinds of psychic, earth based and spiritual disciplines and had spirit around me all the time, from them I learnt a lot, including who we are and what we become, although this is not the general held belief, this is my experience and how it was shown and told to me.

As humans we can only really imagine things from a human point of view which is why we imagine god as a person, or at least an image of a man with a white beard and we imagine those who have passed to be as they were when they still lived, in fact many mediums will say they can see and describe this person to you.

In many ways they can because this is how the images and information is passed to many mediums, I myself saw many people in spirit including spirit guides and animals.

But the truth is, this is not how they actually are and simply by asking I was shown many things one of them was to change my view and understanding of the spirit world or upper realms as I prefer to call them.

As I have said I had spirit around me most of the time and one particular day I was sitting in the garden in the sun and had dozed off, I was awaken by the sense of someone walking passed me, thinking a friend had turned up I got up and went into the house to see who it was, there was no one there, although that said I could sense spirit people around, I boiled the kettle and sat back down, and was aware of someone quite near me and just casually asked a question (I did this regularly anyway) the question was how do you really look, slowly in front of me a bright speck of light appeared, now you have to remember it’s a bright sunny day yet I could plainly make this out, it got brighter until it formed what can only be described as a bright mini star,.

This totally amazed me but put everything into context, we were in the beginning pure energy and will go back to the energy source as energy, the soul to me is this energy spark, this individual consciousness that make each of us who we are, they prefer to show themselves to us as who we remember them to be, because after all we are only human.

The secret life of plants

Every now and again I see something that inspires me to write and today is no exception.

Now I don’t know about you but all my private paper work and bank details I usually shred but a few months back my shredder busted, now I fill up a small garden incinerator and set light to it, after a day of sorting paperwork the incinerator was full so I went out to set light to it, this has been the first time for about a month as I have been really busy the garden has also taken it’s own course and is now overgrown.

But something struck me as I watched the flames take hold and burn away all that information, the patch around the incinerator has no weeds or plants growing, why?

How do they know not to grow near the burner? It’s not that it gets that hot and it’s been a month so logic tells me I should have had to fight my way to the rusty metal bin, do the plants have a way of knowing not to grow there? Is it instinct? Have they had a previous experience of the burner? Have the other plants told them what might happen?

As children we all have little fear and as we grow and experience our own shortcomings we learn not to repeat these actions, children have little fear when they climb all over the armchairs and stand on the arms saying “Look at me” but when they fall they become more weary it doing it, I remember my son when he was small he used to walk along in front of the fire and put his hand out above the metal casing and look at me, I would say “Hot” and he would move away, he didn’t really understand hot, he may of felt the warmth from the fire as he hovered his hand over the top but that may have been his experience of hot up to that point.

One day he did this and I said “Hot” he turned back and touched it, his hand recoiled and in shock ran over to me, hugging him I said “There hot” he never did it again.

It’s by experience of our own action that we learn rather than what others may tell us, we can only guess sometimes what others are trying to tell us when they talk of their own spiritual experiences, the only bench mark we have is our own.

As for the bare patch around the burner, I’d like to think that even the lowly weed has the instinct to survive and just ‘knows’ not to grow there.