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After I Died

Updated on December 19, 2011

After I died, I floated upward towards the ceiling and looked down at my body, laying there in bed. The lamp on the night stand was lit and I could clearly see me, in my pretty blue nightgown, lying on my side with my white hair tied in a ponytail. My little dog was asleep by the foot of my bed, she didn’t know yet. Oh, and my husband was asleep in his bed in the bedroom down the hall. It was a good idea to sleep in separate rooms, because of the snoring. Yes, we both slept better afterwards. Most importantly, he wasn’t there for, you know, the end.

How wonderful that I had such a peaceful death. Nobody was there to cry or beg me to stay around. I didn’t even know it was my time to go. That was a real blessing, because if I had known, I would have been living in fear. I would have wondered when it was coming and if it would hurt. If I had known it would have been sad to share time with people I love, thinking it could be the last time I would see them. One thing’s for sure, if I had known, I would have cleaned out my closet and called my cleaning people to do a thorough cleaning of the house.

But after I died, I just gazed down at my bedroom, then I felt the sentimental attachment dissipate. I floated up through the ceiling into the night sky. The moon was shining and it grew larger and larger. I now felt that I was in outer space. I could see all around me, in every direction. I could see colors in spectrums I had never seen before. Actually my way of seeing changed. I realized that my sight was now more sensory, not produced by an eyeball, but a sensory experience all encompassing. Like sight combined with other senses known to me, and senses I’d never before experienced now became more and more familiar.

Time, where was it? I felt conscious without the existence of time. It felt that I had always been dead and that this new existence was my present, past and future form. I felt immortal for the first time. With that, I felt happiness like never before. “I am always!” It was becoming more and more difficult to remember life as a mortal human being, a detestable foul smelling rotting hunk of flesh that housed the real me. Oh I wished I could go back and tell them how much better this was! I felt so free! I could move with ease as fast as I imagine in any direction, just by thinking it! What was the purpose of being there on that violent planet anyway?

Suddenly I saw the moon get smaller and smaller, I was being pulled away from the solar system. Then I traveled past the Milky Way, past other countless universes, to and through what seemed the edge of creation. When in this place I was greeted by a very bright entity. I fell instantly in love with it and I knew…this was my source. It surrounded me in light and our minds became aware of each other’s thoughts. It reviewed all the experiences I had as a human and it was happy for me, I did good, I brought back good data and my impact in that human existence was a positive one. I had earned the right to remain with my source.

And so I joined my source and reunited with other’s who belonged to the same source. I knew these others as my relatives. They were related to me in the sense that we were of the same source. Some were ancestors, others connected to me through like experiences. Here on this plane, with feelings of great love, we shared everything, all our joy and all our knowledge. All questions I had ever conceived, were answered. And because time no longer existed we greeted each incoming relative, those I thought I had just left on earth included, with love and great celebration as they each earned their right to remain.

So you see, after I died, I lived happily ever after!


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      Frannie Dee 5 years ago from Chicago Northwest Suburb

      Thank you fahthef. My grandmother died in her sleep and though it was a shock to us, it was indeed a beautiful death for her.

      As I mourn the fallen children and teachers of Sandy Hook, it consoles me to think they have found the happiness I imagine in this story.

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      Faythe F. 5 years ago from USA

      great story..voted up

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      Frannie Dee 6 years ago from Chicago Northwest Suburb

      Thank you Bell, for your encouragement.

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      Frannie Dee 6 years ago from Chicago Northwest Suburb

      Thank you Vinaya, appreciate your comment.

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      Vinaya Ghimire 6 years ago from Nepal

      This is an example of powerful writing, it gives an impression of near death experience. The descriptions are very vivid, makes the reader feel what the author felt.

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      bell du jour 6 years ago from Ireland

      Hi Frannie Dee, a lovely unusual hub, voted up and beautiful.