Death
is the final frontier to some. One man's frontier is another man's hell. Personally I am
not afraid of death. The reason is that I know our soul, our spirit, is indestructible. I
know that we are a spark of God to which there is no end. I have never believed in hell as
a place we're sent to, as much as what our life would be like without God in it, now that
would be my idea of hell. |
As I
said before, my dad was declared dead twice. This was back in the late 60's early 70's,
when they didn't bring you back after a certain amount of time for fear of brain damage.
My dad talked about this "out of body experience" and beautiful loving Light
long before Phil Donahue or Sally did so on TV. Before you go saying that those stories
about going to the Light is the effects of drugs or lack of oxygen, think about the fact
that there are people from all walks of life, from all over the world, telling the same
stories. (Some vary according to their own belief systems). Are you going to dismiss them,
chalking it up to mass hallucination due to drugs? |