I have to say I doubted there was one, but now I know there is. But I don’t think it is anything we can comprehend.
I also think in this society we are the opposite of the Victorians . They would discuss death endlessly and never discuss sex. We discuss sex endlessly, but never discuss death.
I have had two experiences where I felt something weird, that made me question.
My father died 6 months before my 40th birthday. I went on holiday for a night on my 40 th and when I came back I had a brief thought about why I hadn’t received a birthday card from my father , when everyone else had sent one. Then I remembered. I opened my cupboard to put my clothes I hadn’t used away and out fell a birthday card . It was a card my father had sent several years before, I had forgotten all about it. He had confused how old I was and the card said Happy 40th Bithday to my son from his Dad. I know coincidence, but I felt him then.
Two weeks ago one of my best friends died of breast cancer. I hadn’t known till 5 days before her death , it had come back. I rushed back to my home state and some precious moments with her. While I was there, her mother talked about how my friend wanted to be cremated and her ashes sprinkled on a particular mountain, so she could be part of it all. I didn’t say so at the time , but I remember thinking what a stupid idea, but of course said nothing. The next day she died.
That night I had a dream about a movie , that my friend and I loved , in which 3 Victorian school girls go missing on a mountain , never to be seen again. I woke up immediately and felt my friend say that moment I am part of it now, the mountain. Just at that second , my phone beeped. One of my other best friends had sent a podcast at that moment on the very movie. I dreamt. She was in another country 5000 miles away , 8 hour time difference. She wrote on the description that she hadn’t thought about the movie in years , but suddenly saw this podcast about the same obscure movie I had the dream about.
Listening to the podcast I listened to this pretentious wanker discuss all his thoughts on what happened to these three fictitious Victorian schoolgirls. But what shocked me was at the end of the podcast, the narrator used almost the exact words my friend’s mother had used about the girls being part of the mountain now and word for word it was almost the same as what her mother had said.
That night I had another dream in which I knew beyond doubt my friend was gone but was still there , a spirit . I just knew it. It is hard to explain but at that moment I became convinced that when we die our souls immediately leave our bodies. It is weird I know, but I am sure of it.