Death is Nothing at All

A friend’s mother passed away today. She died shortly after being diagnosed with inoperable cancer at 2:22 p.m., a time of significance in the parlance of Angel Numbers. She had fulfilled her soul’s mission, and the angels called her home.

Some believe that when we die we simply leave the body behind and become spirit – going back to the source energy from which we’ve come. Other’s believe that we are called home to heaven, and that’s where we stay. Dr. Duncan MacDougall conducted experiments on the dying and determined that as a person passed there was a detectable loss in weight  of 21 grams; he called it the soul.

I believe that some choose to leave this plane of existence behind and literally go to another level, never looking back. Others who have passed learn quickly how to move among the levels of consciousness or planes of existence. Still others who have experienced trauma in death get lost along the way. Many realize who they can contact to get help, should they seek it, to cross to the other side.

Loved ones will sometimes send little reminders that they are still watching over us – it could be a strong scent, a bright coin or purposeful misplacement of something that was dear to them. If they cannot draw our attention in the present moment, they come to us in our dreams to let us know they are not so far away that we cannot still communicate with them.

Death is Nothing at All
by Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all…
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way you always used.
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort,
without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
there is absolutely unbroken continuity….
Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval,
Somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well

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