Say Hello to Heaven
Do you believe there is an afterlife?
Given the fact that I have a ghost living in my apartment, I sort of have to say yes to that, don't I?
But even before Scott moved in, I believed. I'm a witch, after all, and that means I have a different sort of connection to the paranormal. I can speak to spirits, though I didn't know this until I met Scott. Before him, I suppose I believed what many others do: that when we die, our spirit goes to a better place. Heaven, or whatever else you want to call it. There have been too many similar reports from people who've had near-death experiences not to at least give the subject some serious thought.
I died myself once, though for a very short time. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed not to remember what happened during those moments of suspended life. Does the fact that I saw no bright light, heard no one calling for me, saw no one holding out their hand to beckon me to join them, mean that there is no Heaven? Or that I won't be going there? I don't think so. I think it just means that either I wasn't dead long enough for anything to happen, or I just don't remember it. Simple as that.
I've never asked Scott what he saw when he died, or what happened to him once I'd released him from the house he was haunting. Did he go to Heaven, even if only briefly? All he ever told me was that he wasn't ready yet, that he wouldn't "know anyone." I assumed that meant he hadn't had any friends or loved ones die, and therefore was nervous about following the light, or whatever it is that spirits do to cross over, and finding no one waiting for him. I'll admit I'm curious, but it seems like too personal a thing to ask about, so I doubt I ever will.
I'd rather just keep my own beliefs, that when we die, no matter who we were in life, we go to a brighter, happier place, where we are reunited with those we've loved and lost. If I didn't believe that, how could I go on, knowing I'm going to outlive everyone I love and thinking I'd never see them again? I don't think I could.
Given the fact that I have a ghost living in my apartment, I sort of have to say yes to that, don't I?
But even before Scott moved in, I believed. I'm a witch, after all, and that means I have a different sort of connection to the paranormal. I can speak to spirits, though I didn't know this until I met Scott. Before him, I suppose I believed what many others do: that when we die, our spirit goes to a better place. Heaven, or whatever else you want to call it. There have been too many similar reports from people who've had near-death experiences not to at least give the subject some serious thought.
I died myself once, though for a very short time. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed not to remember what happened during those moments of suspended life. Does the fact that I saw no bright light, heard no one calling for me, saw no one holding out their hand to beckon me to join them, mean that there is no Heaven? Or that I won't be going there? I don't think so. I think it just means that either I wasn't dead long enough for anything to happen, or I just don't remember it. Simple as that.
I've never asked Scott what he saw when he died, or what happened to him once I'd released him from the house he was haunting. Did he go to Heaven, even if only briefly? All he ever told me was that he wasn't ready yet, that he wouldn't "know anyone." I assumed that meant he hadn't had any friends or loved ones die, and therefore was nervous about following the light, or whatever it is that spirits do to cross over, and finding no one waiting for him. I'll admit I'm curious, but it seems like too personal a thing to ask about, so I doubt I ever will.
I'd rather just keep my own beliefs, that when we die, no matter who we were in life, we go to a brighter, happier place, where we are reunited with those we've loved and lost. If I didn't believe that, how could I go on, knowing I'm going to outlive everyone I love and thinking I'd never see them again? I don't think I could.