Belief in the afterlife: the gift of hope
An artist's impression of the sun consuming the earth
It’s amazing how often stunning synchronicities edge into our lives, though we usually give them little notice. One happened just then, as I was readying to post this link to my guest blog on the lovely Rebecca Dettman’s website (Bec is my former WHO colleague and a talented journalist and intuitive).
The subject of my musings in the guest blog is how a belief in the afterlife affords, above all else, hope. In the post – and in Spirit Sisters – I share the story of how as a child, I’d read a text book which rattled me for months. I’ll never forget how starkly it described how one day, the sun would obliterate the earth. It was a case of when, not if, and I couldn’t sleep afterwards, trying to imagine this vacuum, this vast nothingness.
Only my budding interest in the paranormal assuaged, to some extent, my fears. The promise of something existing in some distant realm, beyond the reach of the wrecking ball sun, was a wonderful gift.
You can read my entire post here:
