You gotta have faith
I’m reminded today of how fortunate I am to have had OBEs since I was 16 or 17 years old, and how further “proving” that these OBEs are real gives me peace of mind. That is, while other people have to rely on faith, I don’t need that, as I have already experienced the soul outside of the body many, many times, and I have been able to do things with that soul in this physical plane to convince myself that it is all very real.
Today’s reminder came when I woke up, made some coffee, looked at Facebook, and saw that a close friend of my 18 year old niece passed away last night. She was killed in an auto accident.
While I’m fine with my own death — while I wait for the doctors and medical establishment there have been several nights recently where I didn’t know if I’d make it through the night — I find it hard to give comfort/consolation to other people. Of course they will always miss the person who died here in the physical world, there is no way to convince someone who hasn’t had an OBE that there is some sort of life after death, that yes, there really is a soul.
So these people have to rely on faith.
In a way, maybe that’s okay. Maybe that makes them stronger than me, I don’t know.
Events like this inspire me to push harder to have more OBEs. If there is some way for me to send a message from soul to soul between me and my niece, for instance, that can be a way of demonstrating this reality, and also giving her some peace of mind.
That being said, I have not been able to have OBEs lately, possibly because I usually have a fair amount of physical pain, which keeps me attached here. (FWIW, I could be looking at three more surgeries in the next few months.)