Ever wondered what happens to us when we die ? Oo-ooh, heavy !! I see it
as a time of transition and perhaps I can explain it best in the
following few lines. Bear with me if you can . . .
From the
moment of our birth we live within our Earthly bodies - the
flesh and bones that house us and enable us to communicate with others,
as well as being a means of getting out and about. If we are lucky
enough - and that's debatable ! - we live to a ripe old age.
Unfortunately this body turns, by degrees, from a liberator to a jailer.
We're no longer able to enjoy the things of our Youth, at least not in
quite the same way. Some people grow to resent this . . .
Housed in
this body, we set about following the various 'paths' that stretch out
before us. we are following the Road of Life, along which we find
fascinating people, interesting places, the ocassional 'blind alley',
laughter, tears, happiness and grief. Often we feel that there's too
much of one and never enough of another, but we carry on with our
journey along this meandering road.
At the end of the 'road', at
least in my Mind's eye, there is a coastline with a huge bridge
disappearing into the mists beyond. At the other end, unseen to us (but
part of our consciousness), is the Land of the Dead. Freed of our worn
out, frail bodies, we take on our true guise as omnipresent spirits. We
are now able to be everywhere and everywhen .
We can meet up with long dead family and friends, enjoy the company of forbears we never knew, and keep a caring eye on those we left behind.
Gill
and I have spent quite a few times discussing 'how it will be' and I
have told her that if I go first, she's not to worry - I'll wait for her
at the Bridge that joins this Land of Life to the Land of the Dead and,
hand in hand, we will cross it together . . . See you later !!
Ian Hay, July, 2005.
