Where do I go after I die?

Where do we go after we die?

Almost unconsciously during this conversation had I been guided and helped into a room, which had all the luxury, all the beauty of rooms in earth life, and each article was just as tangible to me as the articles in the old life.

I looked at my hands and saw hands like the old ones, only every trace of age had passed away.

I felt of my body and found I was the same man, clothed as a man with no difference, only the look of youth. I think I rested then—for a while, all was a blank, but when I came back to myself, such a glorious view presented itself to me! I was not expecting to see the throne of God, but I saw Nature as never before—lofty mountains, winding rivers, lovely valleys where the green foliage made an arch overhead and left shaded walks—lakes with many a little boat, filled with pleasure parties—cottages nestled down among green trees—mansions that contained souls who had come up through great tribulation—pavilions, beautifully decorated, made with open sides where there was often a multitude of eager spirits, listening to words that came from the hearts of men and women who had learned their lessons in earth life and here have their place as teachers.

All was peaceful—brotherly love was one of the conditions prevailing everywhere, as I saw it.

I feel even now lost in wonder when I realise that spirit life is so closely allied to earth life—that the heaven I had dreamed of is only your natural world intensified—that Nature without blemish exists for every soul—that personal life is so important that infinite wisdom has provided for it eternally—that once a man or woman realises an existence, they go on forever.

—Samuel Bowles in Spirit