What is the Mind and Where is it When We Leave the Physical Body? (Or where do we go when we die?)

What is the Mind and Where is it When We Leave the Physical Body?

(Or where do we go when we die?)

Where do we go?
Where do we go?

As a psychic and a medium, is it any wonder that these types of inquiries are natural for me?  What really ‘is’ mind?  And where is it when we leave the physical body? What about death?  Where do we go when we die? Do we keep consciousness?  I’ve spoken with or better said connected with the consciousness of loved ones on the other side who are communicating in tandem with their loved one’s here—current exchanges so that I don’t need a lot of convincing that there is something of us that remains connected.  It’s not easy to make those connections and they are fleeting or quick and then gone light lightening in the sky but there have been enough of those flashes over the years that I no longer need convincing because the client validates those quick impressions that are received during a reading.  But that’s not exactly the point that I want to make with this blog post.

It’s just that a moment ago I came across some information in an email that puts into words that which I described (or tried to) in my last blog post concerning mind and consciousness.  I lost consciousness due to a severe infection of kidney which is very untypical for me.  (I am in excellent health, verified again via various test in the hospital where I was treated when I did faint– passed out as they say.)  I passed out of the every day level of consciousness and into Continue reading

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Loss of Consciousness Gives Glimpse of the Non-Self–maybe?

time imageI was somewhere peaceful.  Not really a dream you see? It was rather a space of no stress, no time, lovely floating.  I was a non-self –sort of I guess or how I’d image it to be a non-self… I wasn’t me.  Where I was there was no “me” as I am accustomed to knowing it.

In coming back (and I don’t even remember leaving by the way), there were the following impressions.  I didn’t see anything that I can recall – no form of any kind but I was not in the body and not in the space my thoughts usually occupy.   No time, I say, because when I slowly returned to my body that was on the cold hospital Emergency Room floor the first impression was that I didn’t know how long I was gone but it seemed to me like I was gone for a long while.  There, where I had just been, time was huge or non-existent; it had no meaning or significance.

I think that the reason that it felt like I was gone a while is that I had to remember myself again and what was happening.  Like I’d been away for a long time and had to jump back into a life that I could hardly remember—like that life was a long, long time ago.

Voices and shouting brought me back.  The cold floor on the side of my face made me wonder what the body was doing here.  I had to work really hard to re-enter the point and time and re-join the body and the life circumstances… to come back into being a “me”.

It was like Continue reading