I’m ready to state categorically and definitively that I do now believe in life after death.
If you’re waiting for the punch-line then don’t bother because there isn’t one.
No, God hasn’t spoken to me and I haven’t seen a ghost or had a NDE. As I’ve always protested and lamented, my much longed for belief would have to come with one of those circumstances preceding it. There’s no way that I would just take other people’s experiences or claims as truth without seeing the reality for myself.
Arrogant? Maybe. But to me this whole area is much too important to just jump on a bandwagon willy-nilly.
As I suppose I could have expected, I’ve finally read myself into belief and there is one book that, just last week, finally made me go; These people aren’t lying. This man is legit. This is really happening.
The book is Return To Life: Extraordinary Cases of Children Who Remember Past Lives and it’s pretty amazing. Back in my seriously Skeptic-Atheist days I could debunk a claimed reincarnation at 50 paces but the cases in here are absolutely mind-boggling. And I just realised ‘This stuff is for real’. And then I re-read Holy Ghsots and Grave’s End and the fascinating books by my favourite Karina Machado and I realised that people aren’t delusional, or manipulative or ignorant or any of the other words used to describe people who believe in God or spirits or ‘other realms’.
The simple explanation is, it’s true. Not everyone can sense these things, not everyone feels a direct connection to God, but that doesn’t mean that they are not valid. I have a seriously awesome sense of direction. My sister gets lost going to the shop. I can’t explain my ability to her, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist.
So I’m not quite sure what this all means. I feel that I should be writing a more profound post, but this is what we’ve got. I know some of you will be disappointed that this does not neatly segue into my being a Christian. Sure, culturally that would make sense but I think I’ll just sit with my new understanding for a while.