What do you Think?

I saw my grandpa on the night he died, he was standing over me looking down. I was terrified at the time, hid under the covers until morning, praying that God would make him go away.

I loved my grandpa dearly, but knew his body had been taken from the house, I knew he was at the undertakers. I never mentioned it to my Gran, his partner of over fifty years. As an Irish Catholic I think she might have washed my mouth out and certainly wouldn’t have believed me. I didn’t offer to stay another night and any times I stayed following that night, I always hopped in with my Gran. I never saw him again but have often been told he is with me.

I believe in life after death, you’ve probably gathered that by now if you’re a regular reader of my blog, but I have so many questions. One of these questions is, if a body has been disposed of, how can it look the same? Sometimes I believe, or have heard, they might look younger, healthier, happier. But why do we see them as they once were when they have left their bodies. Is it the energy we recognise, our brain doing the rest, or is it them, does a spiritual body have some sort of form?

After my mother died, I sat up for nights looking for her, I was sure she would appear, I’d asked her to come back but she didn’t. I think maybe my childhood fear closed the shutters. I think I have prevented myself from ever seeing anything quite like this again.

I’ve seen other things, people I don’t know, but not in the same way. Although they might look like they are in the room, I know they are in my head, it’s different. After my cat died she jumped on the bed a few times, the last time I kept my eyes closed hoping she would stay and she padded all around me before disappearing again. I think she came to let me know she was okay, just as my grandpa did.

I’ve seen a Buddhist Monk and a Big Warrior sort of guy, I don’t know them. I see or sense people who aren’t really there, can’t be seen by anyone else, but never like grandpa.

Sometimes when I’m in bed, I’m tickled, touched I think. It’s like a stroke, the most gentlest stroke, sometimes like a spiders web across my face or hand.

Now for reincarnation, I’m a firm believer in this too. I regress people and take them into future possible lives. I’ve been regressed and seen the men and women I have been. So if we live so many lifetimes, why do we look like the last if we come back like grandpa? I’m not sure I make sense, let’s try again. If I have one soul, but many bodies, surely they are all part of me, so I would look like a mixture of them all. Or is it my soul would look like me to anyone who knew me in this life, but different if I was visiting a past life in France?

It’s all bloody fascinating, I’m intrigued but suppose I’ll only ever know for sure when I get there and that’s if I’m right. I’ve sort of come to the conclusion it’s all energy, we recognise the energy and our human brains do the rest. The people I don’t know, like the monk, I put his energies into the form I recognised. I’m not sure from where, maybe a different life. Or maybe my soul, knows him, maybe my soul recognised him as a monk.

No I’m cheating a bit on the daily post today, although my grandpa was my grans partner. I haven’t got a partner to chew this over so I though I’d ask what you think. It would be great if someone could answer my questions or at least give them a go.

This is how my mind works when I’m procrastinating. I should be packing for my house move on Tuesday not working out the whys and wherefores of life and death!

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A Temporary Stay

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I’m renting at the moment, it’s temporary. I’m renting a flat while I take a breather, plan for the future and set myself up, but it’s certainly temporary.

Life is temporary, we are here for just a while and yet our spirit is infinite, our spirit continues long after this life. We travel through many lives, what seems to us a lifetime is just a temporary stop off, like another lesson in school. We enter the classroom, absorb what is being taught, store it somewhere, gather our things and go onto the next lesson.

I like the flat I’m renting, it’s new, modern and spacious. I’m on the balcony at the moment, I just love having an outside space. I don’t like the town of Worthing, it’s not my sort of place, the people are not my people, it’s hard to explain but Brighton is more my vibe. Brighton is full of interesting people, vibrant, weird and wonderful. I can find stimulating conversations on every corner, art and music are just a stones throw and the food choices are huge. I tried to find a good bakers today, I’ll go into Brighton tomorrow and while I’m there, I’ll go to Infinity Foods and stock up on essentials.

We could be born anywhere, each time a different place or keep returning to the same place time after time. I think we are involved in choosing but we might also be drawn back for reasons, unfinished business or to continue a lesson. We might stay up to a hundred years, maybe longer, often shorter but it is still only temporary compared to continued existence of the soul.

I can cope with living in Worthing, I have space and I need space, I’m minutes from the sea and the beaches are not covered with tourists. The sea smells of seaweed and not beer and candy floss, that’s certainly a plus. I am fourteen miles from Brighton and can go in any time I need a fix, my son lives in Brighton.

If we look at life as temporary and break it down into parts, we can see it is all temporary. The good times and the bad, nothing lasts forever and it’s good to make the best of what we have for as long as we have it because the tides will change and another lesson will present itself. Each time life presents us with challenges, welcome them and know they are temporary, that they are there to teach us and they won’t last, brighter days are just around the next bend.

Temporary

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Where would you go?

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Imagine if there really was no such thing as time, everything was and is happening at this precise moment in some form and you could go anywhere, where would you go? If I could take you somewhere, back in the past or into the future, where would it be?  A past life maybe, somewhere to perhaps remember the lessons of that life or into the future to see where you might end up in say five or ten years or even into a future life.  Wouldn’t it be interesting, maybe we would recognise each other in another form or those we know today?

I went for regression therapy myself after my mother died, I couldn’t come to terms with her death and was in a state of grief. It had always been something mum wanted to do herself, on her bucket list so to speak so I thought I’d give it a go myself.  I was taken back in this life, taken just a short while back and then further to the point of my mothers death.  This might sound morbid but it was something I couldn’t allow into my thoughts, I was I suppose in a state of denial. Seeing it again, or rather viewing it from another point of existence sort of made it real for me, I cried buckets as you can imagine but I accepted her death.  I went back further to a teenager, oh how I felt sorry for that poor girl, know all know nothing I think the term is, I loved her anyway, I think she needed that.  I went back to being a toddler, felt the enormous love of my mother and to a baby in the womb listening to my dad sing.  This might seem far fetched to those that won’t allow their minds to travel this way but to me it was cathartic and healing.  Even if my body was just lying on that couch, my mind was able to expand, travel and heal.

I travelled back through other lifetimes, some of no interest, I looked on detached from what I saw.  One woman, who I believed I was, I had no time for, she was bitter and twisted and had wasted her life.  I experienced her as an old woman and felt there was not much else for her to do with that life but die and try again in another life.  I found myself as a doctor in one life, looking at my shoes I was amazed to find myself as a man, he is my favourite so far, he kept a journal of his findings and died with the journal open next to him on the bed.  Would you believe I found him the next day on the internet, he looked exactly the same and when I read about him it was the same as I had learnt during the session, mind blowing!

So what can we get from past lives, I think lots of lessons.  As much as I loved the doctor, loved the fact he wrote and was passionate about his lives work, I also understood his loneliness, he had sacrificed family, never marrying or having children being married to his work.  I learnt from him about balance, to be committed to your work might be wonderful but make room for love.  In this life as much as my career has been important, never more than my love for my family and friends, they will always come out on top.

Recently I’ve been into the future, or the best possible future to how I’m living today.  I’ve been forward five and ten years and it’s fascinating.  I can see potential and possibility, it has given me, above all, hope.  I’ve trained as a Past Life Regression and Future Life Progression (FLP) practitioner now, another tool for my box of tricks and I’m having fun experimenting with my new found skills. If I can help people see possibilities then that has to be good.

I think both the past and future can help us make sense of the present, I think we can understand the lessons in this life that sometimes seem pointless or cruel.  I can see why some people appear to have it all and others nothing at all but do believe in balance as in some way or another, life or lives will even out.

This post is not in any way meant to offend, I’m not pushing any beliefs on anyone as I believe being present in the moment every bit as important, I’m just curious and for me I’ve found these therapies helpful in making sense of now.  So if you could go anywhere in time, where would it be?

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