afterlife

Sweet Evelyn, I think, I should have loved you better.Possessing perfect knowledge I hover above him as he hacks me to bits. I see his rough childhood. I see his mother doing something horrid to him with a broomstick. I see the hate in his heart and the people he had yet to kill before pneumonia gets him at eighty-three. I see the dead kid's mom unable to sleep, pounding her fists against her face in grief at the moment I was burying her son's hand. I see the pain I've caused. I see the man I could have been, and the man I was, and then everything is bright and new and keen with love and I sweep through Sam's body, trying to change him, trying so hard, and feeling only hate and hate, solid as stone.

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Kill him with your blessings of healing.

Forgiveness, she was only required to accept the seed of healing, and to let it grow on its own time.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.

Believe that you are someone worth saving.

There is no place so dark that light cannot lead the way.

Healing cannot occur by refusing to listen to the truth, unsettling as it may be.

The difference in our potential as angels or demons is the effect of time on the decisions we make.

One's past can't be erased, it can only be learned from, the child taught her.

I feel more alive now than I did while on earth. I am coming to terms with the notion that death is truly another word for opportunity.

Since both the departed saints and we ourselves are in Christ, we share with them in the 'communion of saints.' They are still our brothers and sisters in Christ. When we celebrate the Eucharist they are there with us, along with the angels and archangels. Why then should we not pray for and with them? The reason the Reformers and their successors did their best to outlaw praying for the dead was because that had been so bound up with the notion of purgatory and the need to get people out of it as soon as possible. Once we rule out purgatory, I see no reason why we should not pray for and with the dead and every reason why we should - not that they will get out of purgatory but that they will be refreshed and filled with God's joy and peace. Love passes into prayer; we still love them; why not hold them, in that love, before God?

My son, I don__ believe in God, prayer, afterlife or miracles. You may disagree with me on all of these. I__ prefer that you agree and reserve rebellion and independence over important issues instead.

It was one of those dreams from which she woke up depressed about her reality, filled with a longing that pulled at her insides, wishing the dream could have lasted forever, or at least much longer than it had.

There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.

Dragons and Afterlife .. I don't see any difference between both of them, we didn't see neither the dragons nor afterlife, we just heard about them and both of them are superstitions with no scientific or logical evidence .. But the only reason you believe in afterlife unlike dragons is that you've been taught to believe in it from your birthday. now if they taught you to believe in dragons and if it were mentioned in your Bible or your holy book you would have believed in it .. herein lies the danger of religions, you can believe something exists without any evidence .. and that's why you should only follow science and let go of your religious teachings

I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.

When I wake up I go through an abbreviated process of mourning all over again. Plainly, there__ something within me that__ ready to believe in life after death. And it__ not the least bit interested in whether there__ any sober evidence for it.