A glimpse into the afterlife

A glimpse into the afterlife

I knew Billy was OK as he assured me, “There is nothing hard or cruel for me anymore. I am drifting weightlessly through these gorgeous stars, moons and galaxies twinkling all around me. ”

I knew Billy was OK as he assured me, “There is nothing hard or cruel for me anymore. I am drifting weightlessly through these gorgeous stars, moons and galaxies twinkling all around me. ”

by Annie Kagan — 

The first thing that happens is bliss — at least it was in my case. I grabbed a pen and began writing my brother’s words as he spoke. Nothing would have been odd about this had he been sitting next to me or on the phone. But he was dead. He died three weeks earlier after being hit by a car.

I had been a mess ever since, so depressed over Billy’s death that I could barely lift my head from the pillow. But on this day I was awakened by his unmistakable voice calling my name. “Annie, Annie it’s me. It’s Billy. Get up and get the red notebook.”

The red notebook had been a birthday gift from him the year before. I remember thinking that a blank book seemed like a strange gift from him. Inside, he had inscribed it with: “Dear Annie, Everyone needs a book dedicated to them. Read between the lines.”

As cryptic as his sentiment was, I do not think either of us could have imagined what it ultimately would be used for. That red notebook became our book — mine and Billy’s. It served as a record of my encounters with him as he spoke to me about his journey through the afterlife.

 

Feeling a Divine presence

When I first heard Billy’s voice, I wondered if I was having some sort of strange grief-induced reaction to make me feel better about his departure from earth. But as my brother kept on speaking, I felt happy for the first time since his death.

I knew Billy was OK as he assured me, “There is nothing hard or cruel for me anymore. I am drifting weightlessly through these gorgeous stars, moons and galaxies twinkling all around me. The whole atmosphere is filled with a soothing hum, like hundreds of thousands of voices are singing to me, but they are so far away I can just barely hear them. And although I cannot exactly say anyone was here to greet me, I feel a Divine presence — a kind, loving, beneficent presence, twinkling all around me.”

When Billy was alive, he was far from perfect. My bad-boy brother did a lot of things that many people would consider big mistakes. Although at the end of my brother’s life he was filled with darkness as he battled his addictions and lost the war, he was healed by the light as soon as he left his body.

According to Billy: (1) What lies beyond this world is a realm of absolute love that reaches far outside the limits of human understanding. (2) Some people believe there is a  judgment day after you die, but Billy says the opposite. There is a no-judgment day. (3) As you experience the unconditional love of the Divine presence, you begin to feel that way toward yourself, unconditionally.

So whatever our struggles, whatever our truths, whatever darkness we may encounter, Billy wants us to know that, “The shadow is illusory and temporary. Bliss, ultimately bliss and light, are the truer and stronger reality.”

People often ask if hearing Billy’s voice from the afterlife is frightening. No, it is not. As he speaks, the bliss of his world flows into mine and I feel almost euphoric. According to Billy, this is just the smallest taste of what awaits each of us when we pass into the next dimension.

 

Annie Kagan is a singer/songwriter who had a chiropractic practice in Manhattan for many years. She shares her late brother’s description of the bliss and wonder to come in the next life in her book, The Afterlife of Billy Fingers: How My Bad-Boy Brother Proved To Me There’s Life After Death. anniekagan.com.

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Reprinted from the AzNetNews archives.

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