The body is deemed to be dead as soon as the Soul departs. So, where does the Soul go just after passing away? The Soul then travels directly to its new location, where rebirth occurs. But only when one believes in the existence of the Soul can one sustain their belief in reincarnation. The Soul has remained true to its nature and immortal throughout all periods of limitless lives of birth and death. But because of ignorance, the Soul is forced to travel with the bodily complex at every birth.
What Happens After Death?
Our spirit and body separate as we pass away. Our spirit, the core of who we are, endures the death of our physical body. Our spirit departs for the hereafter. Before we get the gift of resurrection, when our spirits shall unite with our bodies, we must wait in the spirit realm. In the future, when we are raised from the dead, we will have a beautiful body that is free from discomfort, disease, and flaws.
We will truly experience a new birth, with the soul going through a supernatural transformation to become "fit" for heaven. Without atonement, our spirits are deemed "lost."
When someone passes away, their body is returned to nature: "dust to dust." However, the soul returns in a brand-new celestial body.
Any person who invokes the name of God in order to be rescued will witness a wonderful transformation of their soul.
What happens after the resurrection?
God will judge each of us on an individual basis when we are raised from the dead. This ultimate judgment will be determined by our intentions, deeds, and decisions.
Only God is able to judge us fairly because only they have complete knowledge of our souls and life situations. This will be a merciful, reparative, and loving judgement.
The ultimate aim of God is to assist all of His children to return and join Him in the heavenly state. However, where we spend eternity will depend on the decisions we make now. In order to receive the gift of the Holy Spirit, we must confess our sins, come to faith in God, and be immersed in His name. Additionally, we must uphold the commandments for the rest of our life and confess our sins when we fail to do so.
Salvation from Our Sins
Without God, neither the Resurrection nor the forgiveness of our sins would be possible. Everyone will be raised from the dead because of God's control over death, whether they believe in Him or not.
People who are dead slumber. They are "asleep," which means they are luxuriating in the relaxed tranquillity of those who have crossed over from this world's difficulties into God's presence.
Living in this world is fantastic, but taking part in the last resurrection is the best thing that could ever happen.
The Karmas Much Affects in This Entire Process
The Soul leaves from the previous physical body as the last breath is taken in (this event is called death). At the same time, a new physical body is taken by it (this event is called birth).
When the soul leaves the body, the karmas accompany it. The soul makes its way to the mother's womb, where it resides, and travels there. In the womb, the physical body develops as the karmas start to discharge one after another. Finally, the baby is born, and the course of their life is determined by their past-life karma.
New karmas are being charged at the same time as the old karmas are being discharged. At the point of death, when the soul departs from the physical body of this life, these karmas continue to exist. Thus, as previously described, the cycle repeats itself at the time of death.
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Peanuts and Crackerjack
Bottom of the ninth inning. The game is tied with two outs, two strikes and a man on second. I tap the bat on home plate. The rigid vibrations it creates reminds my aching digits that this isn't over. The practice swing only adds to the heft of mental burnout... Man on second, willing to chance it. Pitcher eyes him but doesn't give in to the dangerous bluff. I kick up dust, readying the peculiar stance I've had since the days of little league. The bat lays stiff upon my cramping shoulder. Pain has no reason to be acknowledged; it's a fleeting afterthought. The sun sits passed high noon, but the stadium lights are on anyway. They trick my brain into believing they are the cause of this sweltering heat. Sporadic clouds are motionless, they too, don't want to miss this exhilarating predicament. Anticipating the next pitch, intensifying roars from the crowd rumble the stadium... Behind me, the crafty catcher adjusts his stance and spits to the dry dirt. Behind him, the staunch umpire doesn't flinch or even blink; he knows how important his call will be. The pitcher winds up, his grip tells me its gonna curve. The release is fierce! Beads of sweat from his hair and face disperse in every direction as the force of his might is unfailing. My left leg lifts—an instinctual move that will increase the power of my swing. It's all down to my two, bloodshot eyes. They lock onto the speeding, white dot as it instantly becomes the target I intend to destroy. The swing is late, but I manage a solid tip. The ball is taking a fast bounce toward the pitcher who is recovering from the almighty throw! Man on second leaves in a desperate rush! I fling the bat to the side with a sense of urgency and make a mad sprint to the only destination I have—first base. Three defenders race inward to be the first to retrieve the skidding ball. Man is almost on third! I watch the open glove of my adversary, wondering if I’ve done enough to win this race. I switch my attention to his eyes, looking for a clue, some kind of reaction that tells me the ball is in the air and heading his way. All I see is frustration. The deafening roar of the crowd spikes! Something happens that I can’t see! My opponent abandons his post right as my left stride touches the bag. I waste no time turning my head to see the pitcher laying on his stomach, pounding the mound with an open glove. He misses the opportunity to out me and the ball has quickly bounced past him. Excitement grows! This isn’t over yet... It's become an imperative fight to tag out the runner heading homeward. The catcher falls to his knees in obvious despair as he watches my teammate make the run of his life. He knows it’s going to be close when he sees the shortstop fumble the ball a second too long. I jump up and down with no plans on leaving first base. All my chips are on the speed and agility of the active runner. His cleats dig into the dirt, trailing a dust-filled cyclone from the rapid and strenuous strides. With a thrusting dive and an outstretched arm, he lands on his chest to begin the crucial slide to home plate. The shortstop fires the ball to the catcher! It immediately begins closing the gap! Nail-biting doesn't begin to describe the anxious vibe permeating the stadium. The bench begins to celebrate even before he reaches the plate. Forty thousand cheering fans reach maximum crescendo, filling the air with a glorious sound. Everyone knows how this story will end… My teammate is met by the entire bench as his fingers inch across home plate, instantly followed by the unmistakable motion of the catcher's glove attempting to tag him out—its milliseconds too late. The ump swings his arms outward, officially calling him safe.
By Lamar Wiggins6 days ago in Fiction
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