by Jurgen Ziewe
It is important to stress that the ideas of an afterlife, where souls drift as disembodied blobs of light through a featureless landscape of hazy mists belong into the same bin of poor imagination as angels with harps sitting on clouds or devils with pitch forks torturing our sinful souls in an eternal fire of hell.
The most important point to make is that when we die we retain real bodies, are greeted by real people. We are being introduced into new real worlds with real gardens, houses, parks, lakes and rivers, cities and buildings and everything else we are accustomed to from this earth, though frequently vastly richer, more profuse and more grandiose. If anything our new world will make our past earth life appear like a distant dream.