Recently my dad passed away and I was able to spend the last two days of his life with him. In the hours before he died I could feel him leaving his body and when he died I remember feeling that dad’s body was not Him.
We took dad home for 3 days before the funeral and he lay in his coffin in the lounge of our family home. Many visitors and family came to see him and shared stories about his life. Often I would go and stand by his coffin and I knew that it was not Him.
When we were in the church and his coffin was centre stage and family shared memories about dad I remember looking at the coffin and I knew that what it contained was not Him.
At the graveside as we all stood around and talked about dad, the coffin was lowered into the ground and I definitely knew that it was not Him.
And now a few weeks later, as I visually try and hold onto my dad, I can feel the very strong attachment we have to the physical body and what it looks like and how this imprint is often what we hold onto in our heads and in the photos we keep and look at.
Yet dad’s body was the vessel which housed his soul (life force or his essence), and this body after death has no purpose anymore.
What I was feeling after he died was the departure of his soul from his body and I knew that without his soul, the body was not Him and was no longer needed.
When I connect with the soul of my dad I remember his hugs whenever I was leaving and that special kiss on the cheek. Dad was not an overly physically affectionate man, but when he hugged, I knew it was from Him.
When I connect to the soul of my dad I can feel the love he had for his family, not always shown in traditional ways, but it was felt by us all and we knew it was from Him.
When I connect to the soul of my dad I shed a tear as my mum reads some quotations from the heart, which she found in a drawer in his writing desk, and we know they are from Him.
For most of my life I have been told about the finality of death and that we go to heaven or hell. It has never felt true to me and I have never believed this explanation.
Serge Benhayon has presented death as a ‘passing over’, where our soul eventually comes back again into another physical body to live another lifetime. Our spirit is on a journey through many lives learning the lessons we need to learn on our journey back to be united with God. This makes so much sense to me, as I cannot believe that our life here has no purpose except a beginning and an end.
In my observations of my dad’s death I could feel the absence of “Him” in his body and know that this life was only a small part of his journey on his way back to God.
Published with permission of my Mum.
By Anne Hishon, Registered Nurse, Tauranga, New Zealand
Further Reading:
The Kingly Body – Building a Connection With Your Soul
Reincarnation: Does Everything Start and End?
My Mum’s Funeral: Celebration of a Life Completed
753 Comments
Seeing death as the passing from one cycle to another supports us in understanding that we are forever on an evolutionary journey, and that the body we leave behind was simply an envelope which en-housed our essence, but was not our essence. Thank you Anne, your sharing has given me much to ponder on.
I had a similar experience when a close friend passed over, even before the last breath was taken I felt that the spirit had left already, to continue its journey, the body that I was looking at was like and old coat, no longer needed, being able to be discarded.
When we have had completion with another and they pass-over then we will not have any regrets for everything has already been said.
Many years ago, when my granddad died, I was asked if I wanted to see him in the funeral palor. I’d never seen a dead body and was unsure. Some people were nervous I would be upset with seeing him and they themselves had decided to not see him because they preferred to remember him being alive. I did opt for seeing him and I was very glad I did because I could feel this was just a physical body and he was no longer around which helped me let him go. I wasn’t particularly understanding of what happens when we die but I felt that it wasn’t until a few days later that I felt he was really no longer with us. It’s wonderful to be able to talk about these things.
Thank you Anne, for expressing what you have experienced and how it felt. For us to learn from this by every word and action. For it shows us that there is a deeper part of us that knows about this return and passing over. There is no such thing as non-existing. As we are. And we will continue to life by lives until we fully live love again, together, not separative.
A beautiful sharing and inner knowing that we are always connected
I was with my Dad 18 months ago when he passed. I watched and sensed him leave his body and his body became a shell, it was not him, he had moved on. Great blog thank you Anne.
Death is definitely not the end and birth is not the beginning. We are much bigger than a mere lifetime in a physical body.
The tragedy of only living a human life is that we miss the depth of connection our Soul offers of the eternal oneness that we are from, and will continue to be in a cycle within this life, the next and so on, until we all return to knowing that it is all about the quality space that we are here for and not time.
It is so important that humanity learns the truth of reincarnation, that people know with a surety what is actually happening in life, death, and rebirth. This is the game changer.
Death has a way of showing us that we are more than human, I remember feeling the same when my nan died. It wasn’t her anymore. Likewise this otherworldly part of us can be seen changing when using substances or reactions. Even having phrases like “your not yourself” or “whats gotten into you” shows that we know we are more than the body that enhouses another aspect of us.
I love the observed science of this blog Anne, and I remember seeing a dead body for the first time when my grandfather passed away and feeling the same thing. It was like I was looking at someone’s jacket they left in a coffin- the way his body was just a shell to hold his soul during his life, and could almost feel how he just slipped it off when he died. I felt the same after seeing my grandmother’s dead body as well. Great blog Anne!
Being able to feel the difference of things by the felt sense, can allow us to feel the truth of life.