When somebody dies…

I believe their soul moves onto another being,
whilst their mind and spirit continues to belong to them. They still have the ability to think, and basically live in another dimension. My beliefs seem to come from a variety of different sources, and I personally think that is kind of cool. I mean, some people just stick to the cliche “Everybody goes to heaven” and that’s it. Of course, that has a bit to do with religion.. and I promised myself that while writing this blog I wouldn’t get into religion.  So, back to beliefs; what are yours?  Just kind of think about it.  Do you believe that there is an afterlife?  And if so, what kind of afterlife do you believe in?  Personally, I believe in dimensions.  The way you can picture dimensions is like a huge stair case.  I don’t exactly know which dimension humans are in, but I think that when we die, we step up to the dimension above humans.  I believe that we are soul-less once we die, because our soul carries onto another being; yet we still have the ability to think and have a spirit.  I mean, in some cases we kind of turn into our spirit in the human world.

This may sound ridiculous to you, because really, everybody has their own specific beliefs.  But this is my blog, so it’s your choice to read or not to read.

Today, my aunts greatest friend Bob passed away.  The pain that she is feeling, really, I cannot understand it.  I have never had a best friend die, so there is no way for me to feel her pain.  I want to hug her, but I feel so emotionless.  I feel so awful for her, and for the rest of his family.  I want to comfort her, but, I just don’t understand how to.  I wish I did.  And I don’t know why I don’t.

I guess what I’d like to say before closing this blog is never take anything for granted.  I mean really.  I do it all the time.  When I get mad at someone I call them a whore, (not to their face but when I hang up the phone or behind their backs, hahaha.), and that is not ok.  I’m going to stop doing that because if someone close to me ever dies and the last thing I said about them was that they were a whore, I’m gonna feel real fucking bad.  And though I know they would know I did love them, it still would really kill me inside.

Death is such an interesting thing.  I can’t say that I’m not afraid of dying.  I really am.  I’m not afraid of the pain (if there is any), but I just really don’t ever want my life to end.  I’m sure I’ll think differently by the time I’m 80.. but I just want to love all of my life, and be happy.  I don’t ever want to not experience those things on this Earth.  And though I’m sure that when I do die.. there will be some form of love, and definitely happiness; I just don’t feel it would be the same.

So remember that.  Love everyone like it’s your last time loving them, cause you just don’t know.
Peace, Love, and mother fucking Doves to ya,
Lindsay

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