As my pen drools blue nonsense upon a dry white page or my fingers claw at keys, I have attempted to describe what is beyond life. They say, write what you know. Upon this fascinating topic, the numerical value of my knowledge is zero. I have never died, I don’t have relics from eternity, and I have never been visited by a ghost.
Perhaps during REM sleep when the right brain rules and logic is reduced to a darkened mist, we as humans can dip our toe in the waters of eternity. I would like a list of those who made it to heaven, and those who ended up in hell. I wonder if I would be surprised? I wonder what they would say if I could talk to them for five minutes.
A few of my favorite mentions of the realm of the dead from the bible are;
30 “‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’
31 “He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”
1 Samuel 28 (Calling Samuel from the dead…)
Exodus 19:21-22 MSG
21-22 God said to Moses, “Go down. Warn the people not to break through the barricades to get a look at God lest many of them die. And the priests also, warn them to prepare themselves for the holy meeting, lest God break out against them.”
The logistics of the transfer from life to death is kind of a dead topic. My conclusion suggests that is that it is indescribable with my limited pallet of five senses. It would be like a rock trying to explain breathing, or a fish trying to teach someone to walk.
I lost my mom in 2008. My wife and I lost 3 kids that we never got a change to meet. I dream about them. I want to believe that they visit me, and are not just a piece of my mind trying to heal emotionally. Sometimes we talk, sometimes they are just in the room watching. I feel like they are there.
As I near my 40’s I am starting to realize that the places of the dead, and the location of souls is something that I don’t need to focus on. I am part of the land of the living, and I need to focus on that. I may just read about Moses and the Prophets in 2017. Perhaps my relationships with the living can avoid deaths grasp.
Copyright © 2016 Zachary W Gilbert