What's Our Life Like Dead?

As a channel for the higher consciousness of the Angelic realm and a Medium, I love this topic. Who doesn't want to know what we do in our dead life, if we have one at all? Do we just burn out? Do we dissolve into space and float back into the quantum field?

The Angels tell me that the dead life is about perfecting our minds and hearts into the likeness of the Divine. As our consciousness entrains with the energy of the Divine, we are able to guide others, including you and me here on planet Earth.

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What if, in order to be born into a physical body, we had to leave behind our knowledge of how our life minus a body exists? If we didn't, why and how could we squeeze ourselves into the joy and misery of living in a third dimensional body?

What's Our Life Like Dead?

As a physically vulnerable baby, we die quickly without someone feeding and taking care of our every whimpered need. Did we realize what a risk it was to be born at all? Or are we like sheep, all following each other while sliding down a birth canal into the startling experience of life in the physical, without the ability to take care of ourselves?

If all was well on the other side, why would we choose life in the crapshoot of a body? Our third dimensional physical life is all about comparison and many of us never leave the two year old, "It's mine!" stage of thinking.

Our minds taunt in singsong, "I have the most, therefore I am... the smartest, the prettiest or most handsome, the most loved; I have the biggest house, the newest cars, and I have more money than you, yah-da, yada, yadaah..."

Not only that, but my edition is newer than yours. You, my dear, and forgive me for pointing out the obvious, are last year's model. We're the auto industry in a body! Let's give a hand to our advertising guys who modeled our lust into the form of metal and then sold us back our picture of life at a whopping profit to keep all our egos afloat.

Perhaps the unspoken tag line of this thought process is, "If I succeed in amassing worldly goods and the unattainable perfection of the physical, I am insulated from the pain of life. I have outsmarted God." Oh really?

What if, when our body leaves us, we are left alone with our true Self?

What's Our Life Like Dead?