Hello,
Could anyone explain to me, what is the purpose of life, as a human, and as a living being. Could there be a sweet and simple answer for this question? And also what about after-life?
I read some where that the meaning of life can be explained like this;“He takes birth, he strives and then he dies”…I also wonder that if the meaning of life is so simple, then there possibly cannot be a reason to believe in after-life. I had come to the conclusion that death might be the ultimate solution to all the striving amongst mortals, and I reasoned that there is not a need of after-life after death, and if believed in after-life and soul, then how come the population of earth is increasing day by day, is there a factory of souls in God’s house?
Eventually I had come to the conclusion that there could not be a single fixed solution or answer for the ever-changing universe. I believed that there could be an infinite number of explainations and solutions about the meaning of life…that no living being is different from the truth of mother nature, we all emerge from the same woumb and dissolve into it again. But I was thinking according to my brain. I had concluded that there need not be an existance of after-life, but I heard some stories of people remembering their past life experience etc, I shook them away like dirt…I was in no way going to beleive in such stories.
But then something happened in my life that perhaps no one would believe me. Believe it or not, but I have seen ghosts in my very house, both good and bad. I have seen the image of a dark strong-built figure that lifted my bed in air and grabbed my sisters feet and pulled my grandmothers hair. And on the same night I saw a bright white light of the size of a ping-pong ball frolicking in the air, but we felt no fear due to it…it went past my sister touching her cheeks, and my sister felt the sensation of a cold flame like thing. All this happened seven years ago. This happened only for a week, the last time we saw the bright white light, and we did not see anything after that. Then we forgot everything, and we were not afraid to live in the house…work and business made us forget everything.
But just a month ago when my sister went to bed and was passing those few moments before sleep, again after seven years she felt the bright white light brushing her cheeks with a cold sensation. My sister did not get afraid of it, because the white light never harmed us…we came to believe that it was the good soul. But I still wonder if there are two souls or just one. Not only this, recently our neighbours saw a dark big figure perching atop our house at midnight…Why this retun, I am alarmed again, but I cannot do anything about it. I still try to believe that there is no after-life, but my personal experiences and our ordeal with these ghosts has made me to ponder.
I do not care if someone does not believe my story, but I know what I saw. I still clearly remember the lifting of my bed, and that dark big figure, and that bright white light.
What does anyone tell about this? I live in India.
Thankyou,
Bhaskar.