We don’t know what we don’t know. I love this thought, because for me it sums up the question of whether or not there is an afterlife, a place we go to when we no longer walk the earth.
If we haven’t died, ourselves, we have no first-hand knowledge of the afterlife.
If we HAVE died and come back, and if we had what is called a near-death experience, we may have first-hand knowledge, after all.
If we have faith, there is no question. Whether it’s floating on clouds with harp-playing angels or something else, we know there’s something after this life.
Now, there are lots of physicians and scientists who believe that near-death experiences are simply hallucinations of a dying brain.
But there are others who are not so quick to discount the idea that consciousness doesn’t reside in the brain at all. They understand that knowledge, like everything else, is evolving. And that truly, we don’t know what we don’t know. Instead of looking to disprove life after death, they’re studying the phenomenon with rigorous scientific method, fascinated with the exploration. Physicians who have had near-death experiences of their own are the most interesting to me, because most of them completely changed their point of view after they experienced near-death.
Even though I’ve had many experiences that point in the direction of life going on after this life, I still wish something unequivocal would happen. Everything, it seems, is open to interpretation and I’m not a pushover.
….says that the simplest explanation is usually the best. So, I tested it against that text that originated from my friend’s cellphone a full week after she died and when her cell phone was in an empty house. I’m pretty sure she sent it to let me know she’d arrived on the other side, sense of humor intact. But maybe, in some weird way, she or someone else had accidentally scheduled it to send. Of course, I know darn well that she had no earthly idea how to schedule a text. It is possible that someone else scheduled it after she died, but not probable. So the simplest explanation is that she sent it from the afterlife.
And then there was that day in San Diego when I was listening to a lecture about funeral rites and my father “appeared” on my right. I didn’t see him but I knew he was there. He spoke, and I didn’t hear him, but I know what he said. And the most amazing feeling of love washed over me again and again for some minutes. There are alternate explanations. Maybe I was day dreaming and dreamed it up. Maybe it never really happened. But I know I wasn’t day dreaming. I know it happened and I wrote about it, HERE. So the simplest explanation is that my father visited me with a message of love from the other side.
What more proof do I need?
We believe we are a technologically advanced nation, don’t we? And yes, we can do amazing things, like make music play off a thumb-sized device, build a driverless car, fly to the moon.
But every era thinks it is technologically advanced–just think about the telegraph, the telephone, jet planes and the cotton gin. (What elementary student DIDN’T learn about Eli Whitney and his cotton gin?) And we are not as advanced a society as we will be in 20 years. Or 50. Or 100, assuming we don’t bring about the world’s demise before then.
The truth is so simple
…that Occam, himself, would agree: We don’t know what we don’t know.
My mind is open.
My experiences tell me there is life after this. But I’ll continue to go beyond faith alone, seeking opportunities to expand my own knowledge of what comes next. I’ll still be looking for convincing evidence. I’m just a curious girl, for one, but for two, at this age my real-time knowledge of afterlife will come sooner rather than the later of my youth. I’d like just a little more certainty.
I’m interested in your thoughts on life after this life. And then, there will be a future post on this topic. After I wrote that I’d like just a little more certainty and that I wanted something unequivocal, I got it, courtesy of my recently passed girlfriend. You’ll be reading about that one day soon.