SOMETIMES ONE DOESN’T KNOW why things happened till later. Till way later.
So it was two years ago that I crashed Puff into some high-tension wires. I guess you know the story, in one second her wheels were caught in the cables and she slammed upside down into the ground, and I got to rest for most of a year, rebuilt Puff like new again and have been flying since. It’s old history, yet I think of it, from time to time. I’ve learned some lessons for me, but was there a story for anyone else, did my little adventure help anyone else’s lifetime?
All at once, the answer. Only three words, built from personal experience. Startling they are, but I think they’re true, they’re non-fiction:
We don’t die!
Most people who have lived through the adventure speak one time or two, for their family, their own story: “I knew I was going to die, but I didn’t. I don’t mean in this accident, this lifetime. I mean we don’t die, ever.“
Thoughts and spirits change in such calm words… spoken, sometimes whispered in quiet times, at home. Listening, we try to share that feeling, and once in a while, we do.
What happens for the person who lived it is that we’ve just whispered the most important story we can tell, it means so much to us when someone understands what happened.
It doesn’t matter whether someone tells me or not – well, it does matter to me — but their telling says that something happened, that a wall came down that had been years standing.
So here’s a message from Adina, she lives in Sweden:
“I was reading a translated interview with you in the Swedish Magazine Inspire, and wanted to tell you that what you shared there means a lot to me.
“34 years ago my father died in an airplane crash together with 3 others. Similarly to what you were describing, the plane got caught and went straight down. They had flown from England to Sweden and were just about a kilometer from the airport, but had somehow gotten lost and were running out of fuel.
“I’ve thought about how they were experiencing their final hour and wondered if they even understood what happened going into the crash. What you shared in the article I’ve never heard of before, and it’s comforting to think that even though there must have been a lot of stress before the actual crash, the crash itself can have been a completely different experience.”
If I could talk with Adina, I’d say, “Yes! It was a completely different experience! Not what the newspapers said, not what anybody said! Completely different! Astonishing! Beautiful!”
Used to be, I believed in continuing lives, they made sense, they seemed rational. I don’t believe, now. I know. Every death ends in a dream.
I think that the afterlife seems realer than this lifetime, yet I’m pretty sure that our afterlife is a dream, too. I think it is. I don’t remember living it, but it makes sense, it seems rational. My guess? We live in beliefs of spacetime until we finally discover they’re good lessons, but they’re not real. That happens, I think, when we know that the only thing that’s real, is Love.
Maybe that’s wrong. If that’s wrong, I have such an incredible number of lives before I can think of something higher than that.