I find myself thinking about death a lot these days. Not in a morbid way
I find myself thinking about death a lot these days. Not in a morbid way. More like curiousity. I mean, nobody has come back to definitively state what exists after death. So we are left to speculate in all sorts of ways. Is death a permanent state? Do we return? If we return are we the selves we were, or entirely different.
I like to think of it as a new/different adventure. If I had thoughts about what life would be like when I was in the womb, they would have been similar. A new adventure.
I have had a pretty mild existence, so if there is a hell, I shouldn't be going there. But is heaven really a place where I'll walk on streets of gold and drink milk and honey, wear a crown and have mansions at my beck and call? That really doesn't sound very exciting to me.
Actually, I think of dying as reunion with my maker. I am leaving the physical self behind and reuniting my soul with God's. It's as if at birth we are all endowed with a piece of His energy, His life force, and at death we reunite with Him.
We really can only think of the hereafter in terms of our human experiences; and that is very limited and limiting.