Our current state of consciousness has a great deal to do with what our spirit is like. See, the human spirit, as many of you well know, can be capable of the kindest of acts; yet also be responsible for the most despicable as well. The irony is that our fleshly bodies are a bit fragile in the scheme of things, a sort of learning experience.
Our essence of consciousness moves on as the body dies, heading for complete transformation of existence as previously known. All that is carried on is the autonomy of knowledge brought from the previous existence; accompanied by the remnants of emotional sentimentality that are what is left familiar of that which was.
Yet they express that there is more, that there is light that fulfills not just the darkness of the space, but has a solemn calm to it, a warm comfort of love. This than becomes a lessened enlightened space in which a spirit finds those that passed that are loved ones, because no one takes their journey alone.
Some, whom can not find their way, remain in the space with the sentimentality or emotion that attaches their affections, their attentions, so a spirit or spirits remain. Oddly enough they are like a noun in that they remain with a person, place or thing.
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