I ask, when one passes away

is there any doubt as to where

the soul goes would your answer

be “No”.  Is it only God who hears

that last breath, has he written

down at our birth the day of our


When we no longer move, can no

longer show joy, are the Angels

sad or do they make a joyful noise.

Do the Heaven’s sing, I have

questions and I wonder about such


Does death really take away all fears,

will we be happy never shedding

another tear.  Will we all become Angels

who can return at anytime to visit family

and friends; or will death be a void

without end?

Do sinners go to Heaven too; will they

walk the streets of gold just like me and

you?  Will, all souls become innocent once

again; will they know a rebirth, returning

to live another life right back here on


Will we have lives even though the body

is gone, will we live in houses, have

adventures, and will each of us have a

home?  Will there be rivers and lakes,

warm days and cool nights, is this all

possible; after death are we truly all


Is there a Heaven, does life continue

but in a better way, if this is true, why

is death everyone’s worse fear?  If

Heaven is what we are told, why do we

not want to hurry up and go, be happy

to free our souls?

On this my day of sadness, I do not

mean for my questions to offend, or

tread upon anyone beliefs.   I just

want my broken heart to mend, I want

to believe that those I love will be

waiting for me when I die, and I do not

want death to be the end!

I do not know if all that we are told, is

truth or a lie, if it is, I guess I would be

questioning “Why”.  Maybe start with

treating everyone as if it is true, be as

good a person as you can be, and then

we will just have to wait and see.

Try being good to everyone even those

who treat you bad, because if it is all true;

and you are standing before God whether

you want to believe it or not, at that

moment you are going to be glad.





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Never Ending Vacation from Life…

The inter-self may believe that to

survive it must find the strength to

run away.   Retreat invades the mind

each day.

It is not always a question of whether

to leave or stay with the physical body.

The mind tells us that departure from

life is the only way.

A dream of escaping a crestfallen existence

starts ominous emotions.  Yearning to

create happiness on more than a fabrication

of the Imagination.

Misplaced souls lives are not filled with

treasured memories, life has not been kind.

They are unsure of where they are going.

They have been living in tormented moments

a tiring and emotional time.

Living in uncertainty, truth unknown to those

who are near.  Fading souls find that life is

hanging onto the tail of a spinning world

trying not to slip into a dark abyss of fear.

Struggling between reality and imaginary

subsistence.  Unwanted, believing they are

doomed to watch others be happy from a

self-imposed Distance.

It is in silence that they turn inward.  Back

to their hiding place, deep within the core of

self-preservation.  A place where peace

abounds.  Fear subsides, outwardly knowing

true happiness will never be found.

When there are no longer reasons to chase

after dreams, these lost souls believe that only

in death will they find truth.  Only with death,

their tree of happiness will bear fruit.

Dreams of escaping a crestfallen existence may

be contemplated as a never-ending vacation.

Yet, it must be known as a false consideration,

a delusional unhappiness, a fabrication of their








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