This topic is central to human happiness. A couple of “givens” obvious to you, but which I have to insist upon when speaking to my glitterati café society friends, is that when people die they don’t just go poof. They still exist in some form. Their conscious spirit lives on somewhere else. Some take their earthly baggage, and the worry lines on their faces with them, while others are able to put the past behind and start over.
The image of people sitting around on clouds, playing harps, is as clichéd as cops in donut shops, and I don’t expect to see that there. I think people have assignments and real work to do in the spirit world. They roll up their ectoplasmic sleeves and start taking names.
One of the most interesting dead people I know is Adolf Hitler, the poster child for evil, a man so wicked that today it’s against the law in Germany and Austria to have Hitler as a family name. They retired his jersey, so to speak.
I had read an article written by a man, Dr. Lee, who had died and was apparently communicating via an earthly medium with some recognized ability. He had been a scholar in his earthly life and had a general reputation of being truthful and trustworthy. In his messages from beyond, he said he had been assigned to visit all kinds of people and talk with them about their lives, what they did right and wrong, etc., and then report back to us, the so-called “living.”
I acknowledge that some people (but surely not you, gentle reader) don’t believe in the existence of a spirit world, and therefore don’t buy into the notion that spiritual communication is anything but bogus. Others believe everything.