Recently, several people I know have had someone close to them die. It is never easy to deal with the death of a loved one. I don’t believe that those who die are ever really gone as long as there is someone who remembers them.
I don’t see death as an ending but a beginning. Not in the sense of an ‘afterlife’ perhaps, but in the sense that the soul lives on. I agree with certain Native American cultures that believe the soul has many lives, and the soul chooses the life it will live, knowing full well what will happen to it in that life. However, at the moment of birth, that foreknowledge disappears. We may have glimpses of what we were told, intuition, deja vu, call it what you will. When someone close to me dies, after the grief has spent its first storm, I start to wonder what that person’s next life will be like; will I meet that person again and will I know who he or she is? Have you ever met someone who ‘clicks with you right away? Who makes you feel you have known each other for ever? Maybe you have.
Death is all around us. Anyone who enjoys Nature knows that. Everything dies eventually, even mountains. But when plants die, they leave behind something of themselves, seeds, to live again. When a tree dies, it has left behind children that are probably already growing somewhere from seeds scattered by birds, the wind, other animals. When a mountain dies, it is washed to the sea and reborn as sand on some foreign shore perhaps. It is a never-ending cycle.
The soul is only in this earthly body for a short time. And when we die, our soul doesn’t die, just the body, the shell, that is no longer inhabited by the soul. So do animals have souls? I believe they do. Can you look into the eyes of a dog and tell me there is no soul there? If the Creator made everything before she made human beings, who is to say that plants and animals aren’t imbued with some sort of soul. It may not be a soul like we have; it may be something different; but nevertheless, it is still like the soul in that it is a living essence, an indescribable something.
We can die at any time; we won’t know where or when or how. We can lose someone we love at any time and not know where, when, or how. Life is short, for all of us. Eulogies are beautiful things; but how about letting the people we love know that we love them now; after they’re dead is too late. And we can take comfort in the fact that the soul never dies.
The end of the body’s
And the beginning of the soul‘s
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The soul is the guide.