I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can't sing...
I can't help listening
These are phrases that describe God and me and somewhere out there in the other spaces or dimensions. And from experience I know that I am not alone in these feelings. Though for some they are more intense and frequent than for others. We have these colloquialisms.
'Tip of my tongue'...sometimes I feel like I just about know the answers, or better still can feel the answers, but they are just a little out there, just out of reach. If I think hard enough I can pull it up and speak it. But more often something has to happen to jolt my mind and then there it is, as clear as a bell. A distant bell.
'Deja Vu'...sometimes I think I have been here before, perhaps in a dream, or a moment, or in anticipation of a time to come. Something is familiar, but faint. It's real but maybe imagined. Is is and it is not all at the same time. It is in these moments that I realize I am more than a physical presence. Because I am. And I can hear it again, in the distance, a bell. And sometimes I know for whom the bell tolls. I know it is bound to come. One day the bell will ring and I will look over my shoulder and the world as I know it will fade away as I rise above. I think it is that way. When I was a little boy I dreamed I died and floated above the bed. Others were speaking, saying, 'How can this be' and I realise in my spirit I have died of a stroke. I even say in my dream, 'I am too young to die of a stroke'. I wonder if this dream state is somehow like a cousin to deja vu. Perhaps it has happened to me before or it will happen sometime in the future.
I don't know what happens when people die.