People seem to have a hard time discussing death and dying because no one really understands it. Of course you hear accounts of people dying and coming back and they try to share this miracle that has happened to them, but people are sceptical and fearful because they don’t believe or understand. I believe!

People fear what will happen to them after they leave this reality and depending on the faith and teachings that they were taught as children they will cling to those ideas. I have met many that were very devout in their belief and their way was the right and only way to reach the Kingdom of Heaven. I personally believe in no religion and I think one is just as good as another.

I do however believe in God and spirituality and that there is nothing to fear in dying. It’s simply a return of the energy to it’s source. I also know that nothing or no one can actually harm me, the real me because I’m not this body. Sure they can blow my body to bits or chop me up and yes this body would hurt in this reality, but like I said this body isn’t me.

I think everyone has to find their own truth and just because your truth isn’t mine or mine yours it doesn’t make either one wrong nor does it make it right, it just is. When I was young before my Mother died she must have been searching for her own truth because she exposed me to many different religions.

I remember the snake pit and the people that worshiped with them and then there were the Pentecostal, as children we called them Holy Rollers and they scared me more than the snakes. I thought they were like one of those chickens that jerked and flopped all over the place after my Mama had wrung it’s neck and the weird noises and sounds that came out of their mouth was spooky.

It’s really weird that I would marry into a family that all spoke in tongues and flopped all over the place. I even witnessed my Mother-in-law fall and crack her head several times and have no recollection or pain afterwards. Tommy’s sister was an Evangelist and practised laying on of hands and she tried to make me receive the Holy Spirit, but it just didn’t happen so she said I was blocked by a demon or devil.

At any rate I have been in many churches of different religions while growing up and they all believe that their way is the only way to God. I believe that everyone and everything is already safe with God and this is just a dream of life, the only problem is I can’t figure out why I wanted to have this dream in the first place.

I have always had a yearning to go home even when I was home, if you can understand what I’m referring to, maybe you’ve had the same yearning. I also believe that we share the same soul and are united, these are my truths and they make sense to me. Poor Bill at times thinks I’m a nut, but he’s very respectful toward my way of thinking just as I am toward his and everyone else.

I don’t fear dying, but I don’t like this reality of feeling pain. I was in bed with my Mother when she died and she was not afraid, I was 7 years old and it made a lasting impression on me and 6 months later my Daddy died and he had been paralyzed on one side of his body for as long as I could remember and used a cane to drag himself around.

My sister hollered and we all went running into his room and he did the strangest thing, he put that paralyzed arm and leg up in the air and shook them both. He was not afraid!