In the Afterlife

The avalanche of human souls
those who crossed over
before achieving their goals.

So their spirits linger on,
and their loved ones hear them moan
as whispers in their thoughts.

The corporeal self can flee
the physical pain of life,
but emotion and intellect continue
spirit, the soul intact.

It takes time to release regrets,
to mourn the loss of life,
to reconnect or redirect
that entity of energy.

But it goes on.
They are still out there.
They are still involved.
They still care.

Those whispered words in your sleep,
the loved one’s phrases you draw on
that is them.

If you quiet your mind
and stop your ego interfering,
you can tune into intuition
and hear them without superstition.

It is otherworldly,
outstanding.
It will change the course of your life.
Death has a new meaning
and so does life.

The meaning of life is the complex web we weave:
all the interactions, all the souls we meet,
all the objectives and accomplishments we drive.

We are the sum of our intentions and actions,
and for those we pay
working off karmic debt,
living life over in replay.

In contrast to Western religion,
we return to this spot
to figure things out;
life lessons are sought.

And with that, if we have met,
we shall likely meet again.

We shall likely meet again.

©In the Afterlife - Artimus, Susan Manley 1/17/2026 12:18AM All Rights Reserved
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Etgen-Baker Avatar
February 21, 2026 at 5:27 PM
I agree...I hear them....tune into my intuition....happens pretty frequently for me. I see we're kindred spirits. I believe in karma. Just loved your tender words. faving
Manley Avatar
February 25, 2026 at 12:55 AM
I am so glad to read your reply. I don't often write about this. Its from the experiences I had from near death and then trying to understand it all. All of my western teachings hold such a dim view of those who can see past the veil. Quantum jumping, the real multiverse. The lines blur. And I honestly just want to create, and leave the world a better place.
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