Ah, the views of the masses are changing. You are assuming there is a hereafter. Of this you have no guarantee. Just the word of someone who told you so, Who in turn was told by someone else. Who was told by someone who had a vision in a dream, or talked to someone who no one else can hear.
In today's society, If someone who non one else can hear is talking to you. You are placed in a facility not to harm your self or others. You are also subject to study by the medical profession for them to understand what is going on. This in turn can be done with medical treatment such as the input of foreign chemicals into your body. The proof of the hereafter is in the hearsay.
Those who do believe in a hereafter are entitled to that opinion and no one has yet proved them wrong. The belief in a supreme being and creator of the whole universe can still be debated on different levels, The same for what comes when we cease as we now know us to be.
If you bring about the bible. Who's bible are you quoting? and is that interpretation any more accurate than any other? Every religion has similar stories told. The after life of some is different to that of others.
In some the after life is reincarnation. This reincarnation can also vary, some say you come back as a person, Others say it could be anything or any animal. You could be a Bee, or an Elephant. Then there are some feel you go to a celestial place (which I have a theory on too, Might write a post about that one day.) Or you get thrown to a place with fire. They cannot all be right so most will be wrong. Maybe all are right to some degree.
The education of science's and the proof gained, The knowledge of how things work do not eliminate the possibility of an afterlife. They do bring about a greater understanding of the things around us.
In more ancient times, the rain God was prayed to to bring the seasonal rain. When things went wrong in an area, someone was found that could be blamed and blame the witch and begin a witch hunt started. These things were all done on the basis of belief, which turned out to be false.
Each one of us will develop an alternative belief to the other in some degree. By experience, personality or faith. None of them are right or wrong, they are what we as an individual believe. If people do not live by the morals you set for yourself, Do not take it personal,
The world does not revolve around any of us, But we do all live in our own world.
Brother, if we read the news in the mass media, it is increasingly revealed that the rampant crime rate is due to the motive of the desire to get world pleasure. Starting from the business of prostitution which allegedly involved many artists, or corruption cases carried out by officials, which reached the state's loss of trillions.
Beloved brother, you may have known that this world of pleasure is only a trial. Life in it is full of misery. The people are always afflicted with anxiety and fear. Fear of favors that will disappear. Anxious about calamities that always come suddenly, or fear of unexpected deaths.
If we look at the night, as long as there is darkness, dawn will surely come. Likewise a person's life. As long as anything lives in the world, he will eventually enter the cemetery.
Know that the real life of this world is only a game and a neglect. What's wrong? From the real purpose of life, from the real life task of serving God. Humans have been busy and stuck with neglected games so that all the seconds of the day and breath are used only to pursue this game, so they forget the real purpose of life.
Life is just a game and a joke, like a child who is competing to build houses from sand on the beach. He built houses from sand on the beach. He built seriously. He decorated the sand house as beautifully as possible, but after it was finished, the tide swept over him.
Humans are like small children who like toys. The time is up for playing. Every day they race to build magnificent high-rise buildings towering the sky, as well as mansions, cars, motorbikes, cellphones. Humans almost control everything. But unfortunately, all of that is only a game which is then destroyed in a wave broom or swept by strong winds, then destroyed. That is the life of the world.
The parable of the life of the world is like a human being born and then grows big and strong. Then he tried to find property, descent, position and position. After that the strength decreases, gets old and gray. His body has a deadly disease. His wealth and honor diminished. Then he died. End of history. Ownership of property is transferred to other people. His body changed shape. This human cycle is like a rain-drenched earth. So the grass and plants grow amazing and beautiful. Then dry and yellow, then damaged, destroyed and finally destroyed.
Searching for the world to taste will be beneficial, if excessive it will be dangerous. Strong desire coupled with hard work to reach the world in the end, surely the world obtained will disappear.
In general, humans only look at the world from the outward side, something interesting, something beautiful, something that can lift the degree of the owner. Humans only know outwardly, do not understand the nature. Because of this limited knowledge, humans were finally deceived. The world becomes the purpose of life not a means of life.
Their entire life destined for the pursuit of luxury in the world finally took disappointment, his property could not provide the slightest benefit, even harm him.
If humans have been ruled by the love of the world, they will occupy themselves with the world and forget the afterlife. He only works for the world and forgets charity for the Hereafter.
The natural tendency for humans to love wealth, go crazy over the world and try to reach it. So he cares deeply and immediately pursues the world without a clear orientation. And the hereafter is forgotten.
In the human heart instilled a love for delicacy, in the form of love for women, children, gold and silver with quintals, horses that are used as mounts, animals ternah and rice fields. All of that is just the pleasure of living while in the world. Though the best place to live for humans is only the eternal afterlife.
(Hopefully it is useful and there is no intention to corner any religion.) Thanks! 🙏
That's because this world is very real. We have no choice but to live in it right here and now. Its existence is not a matter of belief or anything anybody has any reason to doubt. The hereafter is something we can only believe in. There is no evidence whatsoever of its existence. To a lot of people the existence of an afterlife is counter-intuitive.
As a person of faith who believes in a hereafter, I will try to share my own unique perspective. To put it simply, it is because we live in the World and not the hereafter.
Firstly not everybody even believes there is even a hereafter. Unbelief is on the ascendancy in the World, so it will be wrong to think everyone shares the same beliefs as we do.
Further more the World moves at such a fast pace that it is very easy to get caught up and overwhelmed with challenges, issues and tasks that we have lesser time for our faith.
Finally I believe as humans we are in the World for a reason, other than to just die and go to the hereafter. It is therefore up to us to make our marks with the time we have and be relevant here in the World.
Warning - You may not like my answer, because it has truth in it. I am not challenging any religion here.
The answer to this question is simple, we are HUMAN and that's what we do. We have evolved into beings who looks for comfort to such an extent that we create things. We lay out the ground rules with which we are comfortable and then we let our imagination run wild within the boundary.
Here let me put and example forth. There is this man who has done some very unethical things and deserves to be punished by law or rule, everyone is aware of it and loathes him. Now that person escapes the law and lives a full and happy life and dies. This will make many of us uncomfortable. I mean how can one do questionable things and get to live a happy life. So what we do. We make believe that the person has moved on to afterlife where he is in a place called 'HELL' and being punished with various mental torture and is paying for his deeds. Once this Idea is established, The general masses minds comes to a rest because they believe that the justice is served in the afterlife.
Same goes for 'HEAVEN' too, for us the idea of doing something selfless and not getting rewarded is too much and hence there is heaven is happy place in the afterlife. Imagine you have known a person who has done nothing but good to the society leads a very miserable life. You wanted to do good for him, but lets face it you are busy with your stuff too. So you ignored him and finally the person passes away. Its natural for us to feel bad, we would be feeling down and may beat ourselves up over the fact that something could have been done to make his life better. So what we do, Assign him to Heaven.
Now if you take out the concept of afterlife, The people and general masses would get really confused. And the world may not be the same. or shall I say makeup would wear off the from the face of society and we wouldn't like what we see.
PS: I am not challenging any beliefs or religion. It is just my personal opinion. And even if there is afterlife trust me I am not counting on it. Now lets do shots :-D
Because the life we are closest to "knowing" how to live is this earthly life, plus why worry about something that we don't know exists or isn't happening yet?
I would undoubtedly worry about not ruining this life and then I suppose I will have time to know how to live the afterlife. The earthly life is already too complicated to charge us for things that are not yet important, and even though I know that many religions place great importance on that life treating it as an eternal and spiritual life I consider that the main thing is to address one "situation" at a time, because if truly the afterlife is a spiritual and different life there will certainly not be a perfect way and reason to worry about it.
This story got my attention and it’s related to your question, now let me share it with you and to answer the question.
Just a few minutes before we were to meet, I was told the subjects of this session were Elaine and Joe Stillwell. It was a nice surprise,
As I stood to go to the conference room door to greet them in advance of their arrival, my thoughts immediately went to the chairs--comfy, swiveling, leather armchairs that I can, and have, sat in for hours. I knew Elaine and Joe would get a kick out of the chairs. Many things had changed over the many years since I started working in earnest out of my house in Deer Park, Long Island, after taking a chance and leaving my job as an operator at the New York Telephone Company, including the furnishings. More than thirty years ago, Elaine and Joe had come to a small group session held in my home. Money was tight, so things were as basic as you could get. The room in which I held sessions was unfurnished, except for a framed print of a schooner (which the home’s previous owners had left hanging in order to avoid having to repaint the wall that had faded around it), a table lamp that gave off a hideous glare, and the beat-up armchair in which I sat. My clients sat on borrowed folding chairs, sometimes for hours, to hear from their loved ones and to reconnect with the souls they had lost. The leather chairs were certainly an upgrade.
At our first meeting more than thirty years ago, I realized I already “knew” Elaine and Joe, without ever having met them before. I remembered reading in the paper about a terrible accident in which two young people, a brother and sister, lost their lives. They were driving back from a concert at the Jones Beach Theater when they attempted to cross a small drawbridge. They must not have realized that the single flashing light on that darkened road meant the bridge was on its way up. Their car hit the rising portion of the bridge, killing one sibling. The other, who was critically injured, died four days later at the hospital.
The story resonated with me because I knew the area where they were killed. During the day, it’s a beautiful sun-soaked drive through dunes and gorgeous water views. But at night, that beautiful ride becomes a daunting labyrinth of dark stretches and sudden turns on a poorly lit highway. It always surprised me that more people didn’t meet tragedy driving through that desolate area at night.
The siblings were Elaine’s children from her first marriage. The souls identified themselves in the session as Denis and Margaret, a formal name the young lady quickly changed to Peggy. They talked about their closeness and an unusually deep friendship for sister and brother. They insisted that although the bridge was poorly lit and the drawbridge signal nearly impossible to see, the accident was nobody’s fault. But then, Denis, the older of the two, said something extraordinary that made me sit up straight in my chair. He told us that Peggy had died instantly in the crash, but he had lingered. He explained that while he was in a coma, Peggy came to tell him that she had passed on, that she was going ahead of him to the hereafter. Denis, fearing not only that he could never live with the pain of losing his sister but also that he would have to bear the responsibility for her passing, decided that he wanted to go with her. After clinging to life for three days, Denis passed, following his sister into a world of joy.
I was young at the time, still in my thirties, and it was the first time in hundreds of sessions that any of the souls had dared to tell me they had a choice: to stay on the earth or go on to the hereafter. It took me a second to comprehend what was being said. Although the souls had told me many times that there is a day and an hour we will pass on, sometimes it is possible to rewrite the script, to bend the rules, to literally change what I had been taught by the souls was a one-way ride. In the past, the souls had been very resolute on this point. We live, we pass on, we continue forward to the hereafter on a specific day and at a specific time. It all seemed so tidy. But this new information generated more questions than it answered, especially for me. Is fixing what dumb luck seems to have broken something the souls are able to do? What about the life journey? Wasn’t that plan etched into us even before we were born? It was simple, Denis told me. They weren’t rewriting their lives, they were just moving the goalposts a little to bring each other peace, while also still providing the life lesson for those left on the earth.
I almost thought this information would be too much for Elaine to bear. I thought she would cry out at the injustice of losing two children simply because it was an easier road for Denis to walk. I looked into her soft eyes, and all I saw was peace. She knew. As a mother, she knew it had been as it had had to be. She told me afterward that that was Denis’s way, and that, although it was painful to know his life could have been spared, she understood his decision to go on with his sister and loved him all the more for it.
So I had found out that choice is a wild card, and circumstance is apparently moveable when the souls need it to be. This was news to me, and a bit of a wrinkle in my thoughts. The souls had usually been straightforward when it came to why we live, why we die, and what we are to learn in both circumstances. But this became one of several asterisks in their narrative, a new concept: that the souls, due to our needs or theirs, can change the journey for us here or change the resolution for us in the hereafter simply because there is a greater good at stake. It was a real learning experience for me as well as for the Stillwells, and something that has helped bond us as friends for many years.
When we began writing this book, I tried to think of the times in which the circumstances in sessions were somewhat extraordinary and challenged what we had learned or been told about life here and hereafter. This was the first time I realized that, between these worlds, anything is possible for the souls to experience what they need to, so that they can proceed on their own life’s journey; and everything is possible when you are dealing with the interface between our world and theirs.
Some thirty years had passed since I first met the Stillwells and heard Denis’s incredible revelation. We thought it would be interesting to bring Denis and Peggy back and see if their original assessment of their lives and their journey held true, and if, perhaps, they had any nuances they could share with us. To me, the session that follows shows how much they had evolved in their own soul growth as well as how much they were continuing to impact Elaine’s and Joe’s growth here on the earth.
This is Elaine and Joe’s story, in their words:
An incredible journey opened to me following the tragic, sudden deaths of my two oldest children, twenty-one-year-old Denis and nineteen-year-old Peggy, in a car accident on a rainy summer night, August 2, 1986. Peggy died instantly and Denis died four days later, following brain surgery, the day after we buried Peggy. Even in my state of shock and fighting the utter weariness and agony that assaulted my body, I was consumed with a passionate energy to tell the world how much I loved these children. I poured my heart and soul into preparing their funerals and writing their eulogies with every ounce of strength I could muster, thinking that would be my last gift of love to them. As the last guest and all our caretakers left after Denis’s funeral, my husband, Joe (stepfather to my children), and I sat there in the living room, staring at each other, thinking, Where do we go from here? How do we get up in the morning? How do we sit at the table with two vacant seats, soon to be three when my remaining child, Annie, leaves to begin her freshman year at college? How do we bear the utter quietness in our house after living with the constant din of telephone calls, stereos, and chatter? How do we face the world again? These were all frightening, overwhelming, almost paralyzing thoughts in those dark first moments of unimaginable grief. I didn’t have a clue or a plan for how to survive, but unbeknownst to me, God did.
Peggy and Denis were just a year and a half apart in age, and only separated by a year in school. From the playpen up they were always together and enjoyed the same neighborhood pals and school friends, becoming the “Inseparable Duo.” Denis, the firstborn, the big brother, the only son, named after his father and grandfather, curly blond hair, piercing green eyes, sunburned nose, and infectious smile; he made his own mold. Social studies, history, the Civil War, Germany, English literature, cooking, and concerts were his special interests. Fishing, surfing, skiing, and camping fed his love of the outdoors. Swimming, soccer, baseball, and lacrosse filled his life with that competitive zest. But music was his spirit! He had a charm that could move all ages, a wit that could keep you entertained for hours, a smile that could not be forgotten, and a love of life that would make you feel how great it was to be young. He had belonged to the fraternity of lifeguards since he was sixteen, risking his life for others every day. And this giving of self was evidenced in the very last act of his life: the donation of his organs to save or better the lives of others. Friends were his anchors, Samantha was his love, Peggy was his pal, and Annie was the one he loved to tease.
Denis loved life, being on the go, traveling, getting together with friends, talking till the wee hours of the morning. He was a loyal fan of football pools, the Mets, the Islanders, Notre Dame, and the horse “My Boy Dennis.” Surf shirts, crazy hats, and sunglasses were his trademark. He was surrounded with golf clubs, lacrosse sticks, stereo tapes, records, and whatever else he could fit into his car.
Following high school graduation, he took an extra year to knuckle down, get back on track, and apply himself to his studies. After graduating from Nassau Community College, he was excited and eager to be heading to Northeastern University in Boston a few weeks later, to major in International Relations and pursue their work-study program, “on the eight-year plan,” as he called it. After his accident we honestly thought he would recover from brain surgery in time to be there shortly after the semester began, but it was not to be.
Peggy was a beautiful free spirit who enjoyed colorful outfits, dangling jewelry, and big pocketbooks. She truly relished life and loved being Irish. Music and rhythm were part of her vitality. Expressing her thoughts verbally or in writing was her forte, and choosing just the right card to send you was her specialty. She had a knack for expressing exactly how she felt in a concise, humorous style that endeared her to you. She bared her soul to Denis, shared her soul with Annie, and spoiled our dog, Mickey, who was her shadow.
Peggy loved parties, staying up late, baking, shopping, celebrations, Christmas, balloons, crepe paper, and tradition. She was loyal to the core and had an innate sense of fairness. She was a good friend. She made her share of poor choices, but could always say, “I’m sorry.” She tested the rules, affected by her father’s long-term health issues and her parents’ divorce, but got through “teenage syndrome” in one piece. Attending the University of Dayton, living in “The Ghetto” there, being a member of Lambda Nu sorority, deciding on a psychology major were joys to her. Whether babysitting; dog-walking; working at the A&P, Nassau Beach, or the Nassau County Probation Department; or just being your friend, she joked and laughed and made you feel the happiness in her soul. People responded to “Peggy O’s” twinkling green eyes, her impish smile, her famous dimple on the chin (devil within), and those unforgettable freckles! None of us will ever forget her sensitive, fragile, beautiful, loving spirit that enhanced our lives. When Peggy died, I immediately comforted myself by believing she was in heaven with my mother, for whom she was named. It made my heart feel so good to know Peggy was not alone and that she was enthusiastically welcomed by my mother. When Denis died, I knew they would both be overjoyed to be reunited, and that notion actually gave me strength to get through the double loss.
Even in my pain, missing them so terribly and surrounded by their possessions, I knew right away that I wanted my children to be proud of me as their mother, living life and not hiding under the covers. I wanted to use that special love I had for them, spread it around and not waste it. I wanted them to be remembered forever, not erased from memory, but I had no clue how that would happen, how they would eventually become known from coast to coast.
In those early days of grief I operated as if by remote control, grateful for my job as a third grade teacher. I returned to work three weeks after burying two of my children because it was the opening of the school year, and you had to be there to set down the rules and the goals for the class to “be yours.” It gave me motivation to get up in the morning, structure to my never-ending day, and loving children and colleagues to keep me nurtured, busy, and needed. Little eight-year-olds keep you on your toes all day. I put one foot in front of the other each morning and tried so hard to make sure Peggy and Denis would be proud of me for wanting and trying to have a meaningful life again. When I didn’t give homework on Denis’s birthday, the children all yelled, “We love Denis!” How could you beat that? Returning to work was a big door to open.
As months went by, I was bolstered by the books I read, as I eagerly looked for answers to my pain. Learning that others had survived the death of their children gave me inspiration and encouragement for the journey out of the Valley of the Shadow, as they called it. When every book I read mentioned the value of The Compassionate Friends, a national organization for bereaved parents, I was anxious to find such a group near my home, but there was none. So I asked my husband, Joe, if together we could start a local chapter in our hometown.