Some people think that after we die, there’s just a big, blank, black screen. Those people assume that there is nothing waiting for us on the other side, just an eternal darkness. I am not one of those people. I’m not one hundred percent sure what I believe, but I think that there’s gotta be something waiting for us on the other side. A Higher Power to guide us to the next thing, loved ones that we’ve lost throughout our lives, a roomful of our favorite things. Anything.
I don’t know if I can accept an afterlife that is just a whole bunch of nothingness.
But I do know that I have an idea of what I’d like the afterlife to look like. I feel like it’s not so much of a cloud, or a room, or endless white space, like what you see in movies. I like to think that it is more like a world similar to the one we live in.
When we get there at first, I imagine we wake up in the most serene place we have ever imagined. For me, that’s in a clearing full of flowers, not that far from water, because you can hear it running. Maybe a little confusion enters our consciousness, but we do not panic, because of that sweet state we are in when we initially wake up.
After a little time to ourselves, maybe a Higher Power greets us in that happy place, and they explain to us what happened, and where we go from here.
Shoes don’t exist in my idea of the afterlife. Random idea, I know, but I’ve always preferred to be barefoot, so that’s where I get that idea from. The Higher Power that we meet, whether it’s a man or woman, looks so graceful and well put together, that it almost seems like they’re floating around—but they’re not. They lead us out of the Happy Place, over a bridge across the water, to an even larger clearing, where other souls are.
And in this idea of an afterlife, we are only souls. Since the bodies that we took form of were left with the living, we no longer look like the body we took form of. In the afterlife, we are able to use our true forms. If you want to know what that is, it is what our minds would tell us that the perfect version of ourselves would look like when we are in the living bodies. That entire time that we are inside those bodies, we are telling them what we actually look like, not what we are supposed to make the bodies look like. So my soul is closer to 5’4″, has long, fiery red hair, green eyes, millions of freckles, is pale as all hell, soft to the touch, and totally fearless.
Everyone around is in light, loose clothing: men in button-up shirts and drawstring pants, and women in long, flowy dresses. It basically looks like everyone is on their way to a wedding on the beach. Nobody is in a rush, and every soul is happy. Barefoot and all.
The only thing that really sucks about not looking like the bodies we took form of in our last life is that it makes it a little harder to find the people we love in the afterlife.
“How you find them is to look them in the eye,” the Higher Power tells us. “It is only then that you will know.”
The Higher Power explains to us that where we are at the moment is only temporary. “You will stay here until I find the next body for you to take. It might take only a couple of hours, or days, or maybe even weeks before I send you to your next life. I am a very picky person.
“I send you to your next life to learn new things. Here, you will talk about what you’ve learned in your life as Amanda, and you will get to reunite with the loved ones that haven’t moved onto their next life yet.”
So yes, I do believe in reincarnation. And I think that if we get the chance, we get to meet the ones we lose during this lifetime in the afterlife, before having to look for them in the next one. And I don’t think that we always find those soulmates in every life we take, but we do eventually find them again. All we have to do is look them in their eyes; it is only then that we will know.
The afterlife in my head isn’t so much an afterlife as it is a mid-lives. We take a quick breather from the chaos that is living, and we get a chance to talk about everything we have done and accomplished and pushed through to get ourselves to the next step. It’s basically a break in between jobs. I think we have a purpose, and when we fulfill our destinies, we are taken to the afterlife to recoup.
Prompt: What do you think happens after we die?