Sowing Seeds

Not many, while living, could possibly claim to know that one’s death is the end of the game. They may think that the facts are simply quite clear that when life has ended we just disappear, and nothing lives on when our bodies decease but you’ll never be sure till they say “Rest in Peace!” But me, I am certain; I talk to the dead, and listen with interest to all that is said. It’s not just my memories of them I recall for I seldom know all the people who call. They tell me of things that their friends know are true so if it ain’t them… what is it comes through? The dead, like the living, look out for a friend, sometimes to greet them or prove there’s no end. They do this quite often to just reassure that death’s not the end, but there really is more. Not angels and demons but people like you are usually the ones that normally come through. But believe what you will and think life ends it all and at last you’ll be free when you finally fall. No purpose at all to live your life right for if it’s the end, there’s no reason for fright. Not possible either to gain better things, nor reason to worry about what dying brings? Not many, while living, could possibly claim to know that one’s death is the end of the game. I am sure that each person will have their own view if one’s soul can exist and remain simply ‘you’. But be certain whatever you think you may know it’s the seeds that you plant in your lifetime that grow! Ivor G Davies