I wont go into detail, but your Mother never leaves you. She is always there, in your blood, powering your heart, warming your innards. Not wanting to sound like a script from the appalling Call The Midwife...I'll leave it there.

Quite right FC and I think about her more than ever at this time of year. My blood was her blood; my cells were her cells. She gave me so much more than just life.

The Fat Controller wrote:
I wont go into detail, but your Mother never leaves you. She is always there, in your blood, powering your heart, warming your innards. Not wanting to sound like a script from the appalling Call The Midwife...I'll leave it there.

Not entirely sure what you are meaning FC, but I think you may have had some kind of spiritual experience?

We like to think that we have evolved and now know (almost) everything there is to know ... but I believe there is much we don't know.

I have a "mental" chat with my mother almost daily.

hedda is a spooky old Spiritualist,,

I cannot remember his name but I listened to a fascinating lecture by a scientist who unscientifically believes in the afterlife etc and explained how everything is basically connected but nothing more so than the mother-child via the fact that all the cells of both are indivisable etc etc.....

Without believing in an "afterlife" I've always thought there is more to all this than our tiny little human minds will ever understand. It may be we'll discover after death. Whatever - it's been a great life and continues to get better and better. If there IS something when I croak, my first words will be "Thank you for a fantastic life".

Me wonders(in thoughtful pondering)is death, exactly the same as falling to sleep?

My mum died 6 weeks ago (hence why I've been quite of late). The doctors were quite useless in the end (though they were pretty much all the time since she was ill).

Watching her closely in the few days before she died, it became apparent that she was already slipping into a dream world & unable to separate from reality. She was describing events of 35/40 years ago, like it were the present.

She passed away at 3.30am on Friday 22nd November. I had a dream about an elevator going up. Not 10 minutes later, the hospital told of the sad news. Consequently my brother told of the same dream.

Her last words were "I did turn it off, didn't I?"

What she did or didn't turn off, was quite unapparent. But in her mind it was something like 1978. 4 days before her passing, her old coat fell off it's peg. At the time I said "that's a bad sign". Old energy having an effect? I think so. Day after she died, the bulb in her old bedroom blew. No coincident, I don't think.

All proving we can & have to use our living energy to make a difference to some of the bureacratic idiots calling the shots, in this badly run country.

JK2006 wrote:
Without believing in an "afterlife" I've always thought there is more to all this than our tiny little human minds will ever understand.

I'm not a religious person - far from it - but I do like the peace and solitude of churches (and love the architecture, the fact they have often stood for hundreds of years - and will see us all out etc).

I think I would describe myself as "spiritual" - as I do believe there are traits etc that are passed-on from generation to generation.

I'm often fascinated by my dogs - they seem to have another sense - they always know when you are feeling "down", and I believe that they can sense illness (and death?)

There is an awful lot that we do NOT know.