So we’re having a difficult time here, adjusting to her not being physical anymore. However, she woke me up the next morning, just like she always has done, by standing by the bed staring at me. It felt exactly the same as it always has felt to me. It’s been our thing, the way she can wake me up without a touch or a sound, just by looking at me. And she did it again, only this time, when I opened my eyes, she wasn’t there.
Or was she?
I think she was. I did a deep meditation on all of this. What lies beyond the Veil is a topic I have pondered often, especially lately with several friends making their transitions within the past week or two. And while this isn’t writing related per se, it kind of is if you think deeply enough.
My Meditation 'Download'
What we are is consciousness.
What God is, is the Consciousness of the Whole.
The Whole sends itself into individual forms in order to experience through each of them. (That’s us, consciousness in bodies.)
When we “die” (no such thing) our individual consciousness withdraws into the Whole again, bringing the entirety of our lifetime, personality included, into the Whole, where it now is accessible to every other part of that Whole.
Everything we are, and were, becomes a part of that grand tapestry of Awareness. Of Consciousness, expanding it all.
Everything we are, and were, remains accessible to those still in physical form, but it’s internal now, that connection.
We experience those on the other side by calling to mind the feelings we felt when we were with them. When we manage to experience those emotions again, we find ourselves able to see them, hear them, touch them, without our physical senses in exactly the same way we can see and hear and touch in dreams.
And when we do this, it’s not false. They are a part of that Whole now. (Always were, in fact, but we had them here in the physical so we didn’t need to find them there.) This is how we tap in to the part of the Whole that is uniquely them. By imagining them. [bctt tweet=”Imagination is NOT imaginary. It is the ability to sense without physical senses, as we do in dreams. BlissBlog.org” username=”@maggieshayne”]
It feels fainter, thinner, the connection more tentative to us, because we are physical beings, and for things to seem ‘real’ to us they have to be physical too. When we’re no longer physical, it’ll be the spiritual things that feel real to us, and the physical will feel like make-believe.
So to be physical and connect meaningfully to those who no longer are, it really, truly is just as simple as calling them up within us, in the place we call imagination and think isn’t real. It really and truly is just that simple. And the amount of comfort we can get from doing so, is directly proportionate to our level of belief. Of faith.
Yet, because we are physical beings, we can’t spend all our time sitting still and communing with our beloved dead inside our minds. We are here to experience the physical world, and we need to go out and do that. But we can touch them and feel them and maybe it can make the time until we have a more tangible connection feel easier to bear for us. [bctt tweet=”Just because something’s not physical, doesn’t mean it’s not real. BlissBlog.org” username=”@Maggieshayne”]
What is Heaven?
The afterlife, or Heaven, will be whatever we want it to be, because we are the ones who will be creating it, just as we are creating our lives here on earth. My thoughts on this are close to Robin Williams’ touching film, What Dreams May Come.
Separation is an illusion. We are all just tentacles of the Great Consciousness we call God, and we are imagining all the rest of it into existence.
The entire physical world is nothing more than a creation of the imagination of the Whole of us.
There is absolutely no limitation. And the entire idea that the “Imagination” isn’t real, is the biggest illusion of all. Imagination is the only thing that is real. It’s the method by which Consciousness creates.
They're Helping Us in Powerful Ways
I believe that each time a loved one crosses over, our connection to the Whole, to God, becomes stronger and clearer, if only because we are paying more attention.
I believe they remain interested in our lives and are instrumental in helping to guide us. They have a broader scope of knowing from their new perspective. By virtue of their love for us, and us for them, they nudge our attention toward things it benefits us to see.
And this is about story because...?
Because we are strands of the Whole, we are compelled to create, even while here experiencing life within a creation. We are creators. It is our nature. And so this is where storytelling comes from.
But that leaves me to ponder even more deeply. If the whole of what we call reality is just a projection of Consciousness, and if we are all strands of that same powerful Consciousness, then do our creations really exist? Do our characters have lives of their own? Do they have consciousness too? And if so, can they also create?
I don’t know the answers. But I seriously enjoy pondering the questions.