Hey Kimber...nexttime you put a topic up be prepared to hear that truth.
"Truth" only means something to you as long as it is YOUR truth. You are so willing to close your mind and to let others make your decisions and choices for you that you won't stop and truly take into account what someone else has to say. You automatically assume they are wrong and you are right. I've read a lot of posts on this board, in this thread and in others, where people have given you solid and valid information and made credible arguments against what you are saying and you still insist you are the only one who knows "the truth".
Your figures about how many Jehovah's Witnesses there are means nothing and doesn't add any credibility to you. There are 1 billion Hindus. Eight percent of the total world population are Buddhists. Twenty-three percent (about 1.6 billion) of the total world population are of the Islamic faith. Fourteen million adhere to Judaism. There are over 2.2 billion practicing Christians (including the Catholics you apparently hate so much). Of the total world population, 9.6% are non-religious and 2% are atheists. As of August 2013, there are only 7.9 million (with an "M", not a "B") Jehovah's Witnesses in a little under 114,000 congregations. Your army seems pretty small compared to other systems of belief so if numbers is the only validation of "truth" you have to flog, you're in trouble.
Sigh. "It's obvious you can't deal with it so what can I say."
Now, to remain ON TOPIC...
I most definitely believe in life after death. I, as well as close friends and family, have experienced a lot of things that has made me a firm believer that death isn't the end. It's not final and nothing. The soul is eternal and doesn't go to nothing.
I was extremely close with my maternal grandmother. I worshiped the ground she walked on. She was as much of a mother to me as my mother. She was a best friend and confidant. She was my champion and my hero. There wasn't a day of my life where I was apart from her. After her diagnosis of Alzheimer's, my mother and I cared for her until she died in 2007. I was devastated when she passed. A light in my world had gone out and I was lost without it. After she passed, I always felt like she was still with me watching over me and that made me feel so safe and so good. Periodically, I'd have dreams where I talked with her and my grandfather (he passed in 1997; he and my grandmother died on the same day 10 years apart almost to the minute). Sometimes they would tell me things and other times it almost felt like a "catching up" time.
Three years ago, in January 2012 our house burned. The morning of the fire I was the last person out of the house. Once getting the rest of the family and one dog out I had, without thinking, gone back in to try and rescue other pets. The smoke was thick and I heard the ceiling in one of the back bedrooms fall in but I didn't feel at all like I was in danger. I felt safe. I stayed in until I couldn't any longer. I firmly believe she was with me every step I took. Of everything that was lost in the fire, three things hurt me the most. I lost my grandmothers ashes, a turquoise and silver ring she wore every day of her life and a suede coat with a mink collar my grandfather had given her on their first anniversary. When I was a child, every time I got sick and ran a high fever my grandmother would bring that mink collar into my room to make me feel better. It was always so soft and so cool and it felt so good on my feverish little face. I loved that collar and named it "Mr. Minkie". That's one of my favorite childhood memories, that collar.
A few weeks after we got settled into the house we're in now (which is about 500 ft from the old house) it was time to go up and go through the rubble and clear things away. The night before we decided to start doing that I had a dream where I was sitting at the kitchen table in the house that burned talking with my grandmother. She told me that she and Mr. Minkie were gone but that the ring was still there but it wasn't quite in the shape I would like it to be. It had been damaged because something else had melted onto it in the heat of the fire and she described the damage. She told me a few other things to look for that had survived. When we went up and started digging around, I found every single thing she mentioned and they were all in the condition she had described. It was a small comfort in a bad time.
I still have dreams where I talk to my grandparents and I hope they never stop. There are times when I still feel like my grandmother is there with me watching over me. I don't see my grandparents as evil spirits or anything bad. They are my angels, especially my grandmother. She was my angel when she was alive and now she's continuing that job and taking care of me until we are all together again someday. I'm just fine with that.
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