About Me

I won’t go too much into detail here (my previous blog, “Open Your Eyes and Love Them,” was a fairly thorough account), but in early 2007–through no effort of my own, and to my great surprise, as I’d never much believed in such things–I started to see things that were, to say the least, not part of the day-to-day environment that I’d become used to in my 45 years.  At first, of course, I considered the possibility that I was losing my mind, but as time went on and I was able to function perfectly well in my life and simply feel happy and safe and looked-after, I realized that that was not the case (it was, to say the least, a huge relief).

A great deal has happened over the past three and a half years–things that given me absolute certainty that there is an afterlife, and the possibility of having a relationship with the Divine that transcends “religion”, and so much more to existence than what we see and feel and think about every day.  At first some of what I saw and heard was very frightening, but these days my usual state of mind hovers somewhere between “mere” peace, and complete bliss (that’s not to say that the mundane realities of life don’t intervene from time to time, but my new awareness makes them easier and easier to simply deal with and move on).

I no longer believe in the concept of “death”; but those who have passed on have been speaking to me almost since the beginning–either in words that I can see written out in front of me, or as voices.  There is one “voice” in particular that has been with me since the beginning–he has guided me, taught me, protected me, and often made me laugh (when I quote him here, I will simply use the pronoun “he”).  He’s basically taken me on a “tour of what’s out there,” always helping me to keep one foot on the ground “here”, raise my son, and do the things that need to get done.

Increasingly, the “voices”/words have been in Hebrew (predominantly), Aramaic, and/or Greek–languages I never studied or knew.  Although my vocabulary has grown quite a bit since that started, I still need to use an online Biblical Hebrew (and Aramaic) lexicon to help me figure out what’s being said.  It’s fun, and it helps to remind me that the things I hear cannot possibly have originated from my own mind.  (One thing that I want to make clear is that, although I was raised Catholic, I do not ascribe to Christianity or any other “organized religion” any more.)

My life is more fun and beautiful now after 48 years than it’s ever been, and it keeps getting better.  And I have zero fear of “death.”