Anger & The Afterlife...

A friend of mine asked me the following question:

Do you think our deceased relatives can be mad at us? And how shitty is a person that is mad at their dead relatives?

This is a really great question because it allows the opportunity to discuss transcendence. Before addressing the question, it's important to have a starting point for discernment. At our most basic understanding of who we are, it is fair to say that we are both a human being and a spiritual being. But in what order?

It is my belief that the soul part of us, being eternal, is our CORE self and is educated only in truth. Our soul is the part of our existence which is connected to both God and our body at the same time (which is what allows us to be co-creators with the divine).

So let's go with the perspective that the soul is in fact first in creation, before we are born on Earth. Then we are born on Earth into a human body. You as a baby don't know anything in humanity. You don't know how to speak, how to rationalize, how to talk or walk or feed yourself. You know nothing. You depend on humanity... to teach you to be human. Think about that. If the soul is eternal, and the soul came before the body... and the soul is the direct link to God AND your body...then wouldn't your soul know everything in truth upon arrival here in humanity? If so, then someone (parents, teachers, caregivers) has to teach you how to be human right? So the world imprints itself on that body... you know, the one you see in the mirror... that body. The world teaches it everything it needs to know in order to live here on Earth. You learn how to say please and thank you. You learn who to like, who to trust. You learn how to judge yourself and others. You learn what love is and what hate is. You learn... and learn... and learn... You have experiences in your life that develop perspectives and ideas and as you grow those experiences and the people in your life shape who you are on Earth. And so unfortunately most of the time human beings act and live according to their teachings.

"You know, 10 years ago, I was in a similar situation so now I don't trust doctors anymore! Or you know every time I try to bring a new idea to the table everyone shoots me down... so now I'm just not gonna say anything.... blah blah blah... "

We all know this drill. Because of what the world taught us, we have stifled half of our existence. We have learned to become who we are, which is our education and not our truth.

And so we interact with others and we grow to love them. Sometimes they are our parents, our friends, our spouse... We love them through condition. In other words, we love them as long as they are not acting like assholes (and then even still we will keep giving them opportunities to love us back). But sometimes they they don't, and yet, we wait for them and forgive them because we know that what they are doing to us is not their truth, but their education. And we can fight like hell to try and get them to see the truth, whether that be our own truth or theirs. But sometimes event when people know the truth, they choose not to listen to it because it's just too hard to pay any attention to that inside self, the soul self. Like the one we have been telling to shut up since we got in trouble by our parents for saying that one thing to the neighbor lady about being fat... You know the drill: Behave, fit in, be nice, etc. And so here we gather anger, judgement, remorse, abandonment, loneliness and an infinity of shit from all the people that we thought were supposed to love us.

So what do we do? What if we are just so done with their shit that we split, or that they walk away? What do we do if they are our sisters, brothers, parents? In humanity, we probably feel vindicated in our decision. After all, we have reasons why we are angry at them, we have reasons why we couldn't sometimes bear to be near them. Maybe they did something really shitty; maybe they did that same shitty thing all the frickin' time, over and over again and then, well... we became exhausted and said no more and we just let it go.... or maybe we really buried it.

So let's say we bury it and then they die. OH CRAP! It all comes back! Now what? Is it okay for us to be angry at our family in Heaven? In a sense. You must ask yourself: who are you really mad at?