Thursday, March 5, 2015

Life After Death - Does It Exist

My emotions are raw today.  A beautiful, sweet, caring, tenderhearted woman has passed away and I am on the other end finding ways to understand it all. 

She is not the first person I have lost to death.  This is not my first rodeo... dealing with the death of someone close.

Someone who deserved to live.

Someone who had so much more to give.

Someone who was my brothers' life.

Someone who had children and grandbaby's who loved and adored her.

My heart aches for them.  My heart understands their grief. 

However, I do not understand death.  I use to believe in a certain afterlife, but that was a facade.  It was a tall-tale.  A comforting lie. 

Now I am left with my own emotions and no understanding of death.

BUT I am on a journey to understand death, through life.

Some of my thoughts and some of my findings...

Science and religion have battled death and life after death, for as long as I can remember.  I realize there are many scientists who believe in life after death, however from my studies, science has not proven this belief.

Is There Life After Death?

But then there is this...

Most common memories include a feeling of detachment from the body, feelings of levitation, total serenity, security, warmth, the experience of absolute dissolution, and the presence of an overwhelming light. - German Scientists Prove There is Life After Death

I recently read this study and my heart says it has to be true.  I want it to be true.

Believing in life after death, makes understanding death so much easier.  However, is it real?

Or better yet, does it matter if we know or not?  Will it really make death easier if we knew there was an afterlife?  Will it make it easier if we knew there was nothing but blackness after death?

My mom told us a story of my great-grandmas near death experience.  She says my grandma died in childbirth and remembered looking down at her body and her family in the room.  She said she saw a light, where a woman and a baby walked out of.  My grandma was given the choice to stay or go back.  If she went back she would have another baby as well... the one the woman was holding.  Obviously my grandma chose life and she did eventually have another baby.

Is this all true?  Did this really happen or was she having an illusion based on the chemicals in her brain protecting her while her body died?

I wish I knew.  I wish I could say without a shadow of a doubt, there is life after death.  That there is a place where our souls or our energy returns to.  A place where we live on.

It WOULD make it easier for me.  It would make leaving this world, knowing I was moving on to something better, much easier.  I still hold onto that.  I still hold onto that HOPE.  I do not believe in it, but I hope for it.

Before I close, just one more study which sparked my interest:

"Of 2060 cardiac arrest patients studied, 330 survived and of 140 surveyed, 39 per cent said they  had experienced some kind of awareness while being resuscitated.

Although many could not recall specific details, some themes emerged. One in five said they had felt an unusual sense of peacefulness while nearly one third said time had slowed down or speeded up.

Some recalled seeing a bright light; a golden flash or the Sun shining. Others recounted feelings of fear or drowning or being dragged through deep water. 13 per cent said they had felt separated from their bodies and the same number said their sensed had been heightened.

Dr Parnia believes many more people may have experiences when they are close to death but drugs or sedatives used in the process of rescuitation may stop them remembering." 

First hint of "life after death" 

Thinking of all of these "scientific studies" I want to jump on the train with all the believers and say there is, most definitely, life after this one.  Like I said before, I hope for it.  However, I do not live by it.

I will continue to live my life the best I know how.  I will continue to love others and treat people with the respect and kindness, I would like myself.  I will live this way because it is the right thing to do.

I will not live under the threat of eternal damnation IF I do not live according to the rules of the religions in this world.

Once again, I live to be good because it is the right thing to do.

Maybe that is all I need to understand death.  Living right.  Living well.  Living life to the fullest.  So when we do pass on, die, participate in the circle of life, I will know I did everything the best I could for this world.






 

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Karma's Bite

It is funny...

Honestly, my life is funny.  Here I sit, late into the night, thinking of the universe and the punches it delivers to me daily.  I want to complain.  I yearn to complain.  My brain is screaming at me to bitch and moan and let everyone know why I am so picked on.

Funny, on so many levels.

What I have discovered today... I am the cause of all the punches.

The punches to the gut.

The punches to the shins.

And best yet, I am responsible for the punches to my head.

Karma has a way to come back and bite a person right in the backside and when you look back to see what the hell just happened, it sits there gleaming its red, beady eyes at you, daring you to retaliate.

These past couple of months have been trying.  I sit back on days like this and ask the universe, what is my lesson in all of this?  What did I do which created this mess?

Today I finally understood why.

I was at my favorite Smith's Marketplace down by my old neighborhood.  I usually do not go there any more, but I had to take my little guy to his dad's house.  I love this Smith's.  It's clean.  The staff is happy and inviting.  And they almost always have good deals going on.

I did my shopping.  No harm.  No foul.  It was easy and I enjoyed it.

So where's my lesson, you say?

Here it is...

As I was walking out the EXIT doors, I noticed a van parked right outside the door.  Well, for those who do not know the Smith's I am speaking about, there are large cement beams about 4-5 feet apart that line the walking area right before the parking lot.  The lady had parked her van right up against those.  There was no way to get by her.  She was putting her kids in the car and it looked like an older lady was putting groceries in the back.  I had to back track and go around to the entrance area where I could get by them.

No big deal, right?

It really was not a big deal, but it irritated me.  It irritated me they had left no room for people leaving the store and expected them to find a different route out of the store.

So, I opened my mouth and inserted my foot.

All I said is this, "you know you are blocking everyone else's path to get out."

The older lady immediately snapped back, "you try getting two small children and groceries out to the car, in the snow.  We are doing the best we can.  Let's see you try to do better."

I wanted to snap back at her.

But I didn't.

I walked off, shaking my head.

Here were two grown women and two small children, out getting groceries and she really thought she was the only one who had done this?  It was hard to even comment back on that without laughing.

I did take my two children, when they were small, into the grocery store.

I did bring them when it was snowing as well.

I did it on my own.  No husband.  No parents.  No friends.

I did it on my own multiple times.

I get the frustration of having small children in the grocery store.

I get it more than they will ever know.

I do not get NOT having common courtesy for others.

As I drove off, knowing full well I was in the right, my mind shifted to another way of thinking.

What if there was more to the story?  And even if there wasn't, could I have approached this lady in a more kind and thoughtful way?

Could I have offered to help, so they could move their van out of the way?

Yes, I could.

And honestly, I believe that would have been the better approach for everyone involved, regardless of their reasons.

I had judged them, instead of choosing the kind route and assisting them.

We are all in this together, right?

We all have to live on this planet.  So, why is it so hard for us to coexist?

Why is it so hard for me to really see others for who they are?

Humans, just like me, stumbling through life, figuring it out day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.

Who am I to judge?

When will I learn all my lessons so I can just enjoy life, instead having life beat me up every turn I take?

Honestly though, I do enjoy life.  I have my bad days, just like anyone else, but I enjoy life.

I love to laugh.  I love to sing.  I love to dance.  I love being with my family and doing all three of those with them.

Although, after my friends have experienced me at karaoke night, they will attest I should not quit my day job.

I guess what I have to say tonight...

First off, karma sucks.

Second off, we are all human beings.

Third off, I will continue to strive to be a better me.  I hope you all will do the same.


Keep up the good work and smiling faces, because it makes it so much easier on me to be a better me ;)

Haha!  Just kidding, already!

But no really, smiling faces are better.

Goodnight folks!

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