I grew up in a household where there were séances and a belief in talking to the dead—a belief that the dead had more intelligence and a greater ability of prophecy and insight than the living!
Even as a child, that didn’t seem logical to me. At the most, I thought, maybe the deceased had been through some additional experience than those called “living,” and so, perhaps held a wider and wiser view of life. Yet the claimed connection and communication between those living and those who had died, while it implied that there was no death, also implied that there were at least two separate states of being: one here on earth called “life,” and another, in some other place, called “death.” That made the term death an oxymoron, and it made no sense to a child searching for logical thinking.
Even so, there was a strong sense within me, as early as I can remember in childhood, that I had always lived, and that I would continue to live after a so-called death.
