Near Death experiences Fact or Fiction? Death at the Doorstep

Near death experiences (NDE) have been experienced by others all over the globe. There is much skepticism that an afterlife really exists. Why is that? I have trouble believing that there is no afterlife.  Do you think it is the fear of facing one's mortality, or lack of faith? The question that perpetuates in my mind is to life is to death.  As grim as this may sound we are born, we live and then we die. As there is a purpose to our life there has to be a purpose to our departure. Death is a subject no one wants to talk about because it is considered morbid, but honestly it is more likely fear then anything. I once read that death is the least talked about subject. To be quite honest I am not a huge fan of the topic either, but as I age their are more occurrences of death in my life.  So it has forced me to face it regardless if I want too.

I don't dwell on my mortality, but, because I have a strong faith in the afterlife  it does not scare me. There have been so many signs from from my departed ones that I am quite comfortable there is an afterlife. The people that do not believe do not receive the signs.  They probably do, but they are just not cognizant of it.  This reality troubles me. People are so desolate and  I cannot imagine living my life not believing anything, or that we are not going to an afterlife.  I am not a huge believer of hell though and ironically the people that don't believe in an afterlife believe in hell. I have heard " I am going to hell because I do not believe in God."   If you believe in Hell then guess what, you believe in Heaven whether you choose to accept it or not because heaven and hell exist in some religions. As is said earlier I am not a huge advocate of hell because I firmly believe as we start to descend to the other side we seek forgiveness.

My grandmother lost her daughter at the age of nine. She slipped and fell into a dam.  It was a horrific accident and this caused reprehensible damage to the family. My grandmother remained faithful and she went to church every Sunday.  My family were active participants of the church, but when Gloria died my grandfather and father stopped going.  I believe my grandfather was angry and felt that no God should do this.  When my grandfather became ill he still did not have faith and my grandmother continued to go to church.  When my grandfather died my grandmother told me just before he died he said to her "Do you think God will forgive me?" My grandmother said " God forgives us all." Minutes before his death he sought forgiveness. 

There is nothing so terrible that cannot be forgiven and all of the NDE stories I have read every encounter has been beautiful and in many instances departed one loves are waiting.  Almost all of my readings there is a bright light as well and instinctively they walk towards it.  When they draw closer to the light they are told it is not their time.  A friend of mine was in a terrible car accident four years ago. He was a passenger and was cut out of the car and then airlifted to the hospital.

The doctor's said it was a miracle he was still alive. He was unconscious for some time and when he came too he said he had a NDE experience and was told to go back it was not his time. He swore it was Jesus or looked like Jesus. People just don't make this stuff up and there are so many stories like this out there.

Anyone who knows me knows that I have had some communications from the afterlife.  For those that do not know me Read more it will give you the shivers these events are not just coincidence.  Some people think I am crazy, but those are the people who lack faith and spirituality and that makes me sad the one's soul is so empty. I read a quote the other day author is unknown but it said  "Some people will never like you because your spirit irritates their demons."   This really resonated with me because I truly believe my spirituality scares some people because they do not believe in the afterlife. 

The only thing I fear about death is how will I be remembered in this world we call earth.  A pretty face ages and a perfect body ages but a beautiful soul will always remain a beautiful soul. While I am here on earth I want to be a pure, caring, forgiving and an honest soul.  Each day I choose to be happy regardless of any obstacle that comes my way.  I cannot be broken and I will not allow myself to be.  Sometimes we face obstacles to see how we handle them. No road is perfectly straight their are twists and turns before you reach your destination. Don't look back because you cannot change the past. That is why we drive forward and not backwards.

Building Memories Not Monetarism

What exactly does Christmas mean to you this year?  Does it mean you are scurrying around finding the perfect gift for your loved one?  Shopping on line with anticipation that your package arrives on time?  Maxing out your credit cards to pay for those  sacred gifts to take a couple of months to pay later?  For many people the stress is too much to endure.  For many years I was that person, stressed to the hilts.  I am sure I added a couple of grey hairs and a wrinkle or two in the process.  Why why why did I put that stress on myself?

This year is so different then any other year for some peculiar reason. I have come to realize that Christmas is not meant to be about stress of the size of the gift or how much money was spent on the gift.  Christmas is a celebration of life  and at the end of the day are you going to remember every gift forty years from now?  Likely not. It is December 12th and I have only bought one gift and oddly I don't care.  

I have told my adult children this year was going to be different., These children whom have always received everything on their wish list.  From laptops to televisions IPhones, PS4's designer clothes and the list goes on and on.  There will be no more expensive gifts that will eventually break and become a distant memory.  Don't get me wrong it is a wonderful moment watching your child's eyes light up on Christmas day when they receive that perfect gift. Perhaps I was over compensating for the hardship my kids had to face.  So many losses and so many bouts of cancer. Too much for kids to see and even understand. Maybe I was trying to fill my Mother's shoes, Mrs Christmas herself, but as much joy she embraced with the season it did cause some stress.

As the year comes to a close I realize I had a great epiphany and I could not be happier.  For much of my life I have been a people watcher, but this year I paid close attention to people. Observing their behaviors and sadly many people are either caught up how much stuff they have or how much better they are or so they think are then others. It doesn't eat me up as it used because I know that I do everything with a kind heart with no intentions and never expect anything in return. I have learned that not all people operate the same way. If you have no value to offer them, suddenly you have no value in their life. It was a hurtful lesson to learn at forty nine, but sadly enough I realize many do not do things with good intentions. I am okay with that though.

So back to the reason of this blog.  Since I realized some people are less than human I decided to do something different this year for Christmas. Instead of focusing on what is under the tree I will switch my focus on who is around the tree.

Let's build memories lasting memories.  Lets laugh and enjoy each others company and realize that we are not all from the same pod, but we are all equally loved regardless of what circumstances we endure.  Intelligence, success, and money do not offer more favoritism nor love when you enter our house.  No judgement is welcome here only love and acceptance.  We have no idea what others are facing behind closed doors so we have no right to judge if someone is in a bad place at the time.  This is when people need us the most and this is when they deserve love without judgement!

Oh he or she is an addict they are unworthy.  In whose opinion?   What people fail to realize is that addiction is an illness and these people are facing their own demons and no doubt have some feelings of shame.  There is no need to make people feel worse by ostracizing them. I am so glad you have the perfect life, but do you really?  Just because you do not have an addiction does not mean you are perfect. I have provided money to the homeless and the smile on their face was worth every penny.  I will continue on my voyage of kindness not judging others and not wanting anything in return.  I like to see smiles.  I like to see people have hope even if it is only for ten minutes.  It is better than no minutes. I would rather walk alone in kindness than to be surrounded in pretentious.

As we grow closer to Christmas remember the reason is for the season.  Look back and reflect and the year gone by.  Could you have done something differently? Treated someone better? Forgiven the unforgivable? Random acts of kindness? Accepting without judgement?  If so then a new year is dawning and you can reflect upon what you may do differently.  We all have a purpose in life otherwise there would be no life.

Breaking Down The Barriers

It has been nearly three years since my best friend has departed from my life.   No one made me laugh the way you had.  All of late dance nights ,the laughter and sometimes the tears.  Time does mend the aching heart, but it does not erase the emptiness I still feel within. 

This emptiness has created an unpleasant barrier in my life.  I am a prodigy of positive energy, however as I study some people and their behaviors it deflates my faith in humanity and for that I tend to keep my distance from people all together.   This barrier is even creating more emptiness and one that I must overcome, but how?  How do I overcome this when my greatest friend is gone?  

This was a friend like no other.  A contagious personality and a flair for life where absolutely every soul was on the same playing field regardless of the status of their bank account or their looks . Because we all know that a gorgeous face doesn’t always represent a gorgeous soul.  And over the years I have crossed paths with many wolves in sheepskin so that would explain my distance.  No matter what difficult circumstance I faced my friend brought a smile to my face.  When I was with her the world did not matter because with her in my life the world was a much better place.

She was in my life for forty six years.  We had some solid and exceptional memories over that time and she kept me humble.  I have learned that life is about building memories and not things because things are nothing if you don’t have someone to share them with.   I would trade every possession I have to just to have one more memory with my friend.  From time to time I hear her in my head saying who gives a crap Jen.  She was proud of me and she always told me that and perhaps I miss that positive reinforcement in my life too.  She was intelligent with people too and she would guide me who was good and who was not so good, but she still always had a smile and I don’t give a crap attitude.  I hope one day I can adopt that attitude too, perhaps as I age I will care less who knows.

I simply do not have the patience nor the time to surround myself with pretentious two faced people regardless of whether they are nice or not.  If you talk smack about someone behind their back then chances are they are talking smack about you behind your back.  I would rather walk alone without drama then be in the company of drama.  I had lost sight of that lately and it never is the quantity of friends it is the quality.  Someone once told me I was to honest.  I wasn’t aware that honesty was a weakness I thought it was a strength.  My friend always respected my honesty because I had the courage to say things no other would. I do everything with an honest heart and with good intentions. If I talk smack I have the courage to do it to your face. And everyone is on the same playing field with me as well.  Things don't impress me people do.  Honest real people do!

Perhaps I am searching for things in others that I am missing from my friend.  I have come to realize there will be no one like her.  I cannot let my disappointment in humanity define me any longer she would never want that for me.  I have to accept that there are self-fulfilling conniving jerks out there and move on.  Just because there are many bad people I suppose there is equally as good people out there.   I also have to accept that no one will be like the friend I lost.    I miss you my dear friend. That friend was my “mom”.