Hi there, dreamers and deep thinkers,
Today I want to share a random thought I had.
I had a dream about my mother, and when I woke up, I felt a mix of awe and comfort. It wasn’t just a dream—it was vivid, like she was truly there, standing before me, her presence wrapped in peace. As I shared this with my father, I found myself saying something I had been circling around in my mind: Maybe we all get what we think we get.
He paused, looking a little puzzled, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. It’s not a question with a neat, tidy answer. Yet, it’s one we all ponder in some form—what happens after this life? Could our beliefs hold the key to shaping that experience?
What if my mother, with her steadfast faith, is in the very heaven she imagined—a place painted with the colors of her heart and the stories she carried? And what if this isn’t just true for her, but for all of us?
The Afterlife as an Extension of Belief
The more I reflect, the more this idea feels like a soft truth. I’m not saying the afterlife is a “build-your-own-adventure” or that belief is a guarantee. But what if our souls align with the narratives that resonate most deeply with us? Could we all be finding our way back to the Source in ways that feel like home to our essence?
Every spiritual tradition offers its own map of this journey. Hindu texts like the Bhagavad Gita speak of the soul as eternal, cycling through experiences to learn and grow. Christianity offers a vision of paradise as a reward for faith. Indigenous wisdom often views the afterlife as an extension of nature’s cycles and connection with ancestors.
These aren’t contradictions—they’re threads in a beautiful tapestry. Together, they suggest that belief isn’t just a mental exercise; it’s a soulful compass, pointing us toward the kind of peace we’ve carried in our hearts all along.
My Mother’s Heaven
My mother’s faith wasn’t just something she practiced—it was something she lived. She believed in heaven not as a far-off promise but as a certainty, a reunion with love, surrounded by everything she held sacred. If she’s found that place, it’s not because she performed certain rituals, but because her faith shaped her soul’s journey.
I think about her often when considering this idea. She always believed that love is the language of the Universe. If heaven reflects that, wouldn’t her beliefs naturally lead her there?
And isn’t that what we all long for? To return to something familiar, loving, and whole?
The Soul and Interconnectedness
At its core, this isn’t just about belief. It’s about connection. The soul doesn’t wander alone—it’s part of an intricate web, always connected to the greater whole. I’ve come to understand that nothing truly dies; energy transforms, memories linger, and love endures.
In this sense, maybe heaven isn’t a single place. Maybe it’s the space where our unique energy rejoins the Universal flow, where we become one with everything while remaining fully ourselves.
Belief as a Compass
This dream reminded me to be mindful of my beliefs. They shape not just our lives here but possibly our journeys beyond. If belief is the soul’s compass, we should point it toward love, hope, and interconnectedness, rather than fear or doubt.
This isn’t about choosing one doctrine or rewriting your faith overnight. It’s about nurturing beliefs that bring you peace, that align you with something greater than yourself. The Universe is vast and generous, and our beliefs help us navigate it in ways that feel authentic to us.
We Are Never Lost
At the heart of it all is a comforting truth: We are never lost. The soul knows its way, guided by the love and light it carries. For my mother, that may be the heaven she cherished. For me—and perhaps for you—it might be something different. And that’s okay.
So, dreamers and deep thinkers, I leave you with this: Be gentle with your beliefs. Let them reflect beauty, connection, and hope. Trust that your soul already knows the way, and that whatever lies beyond this life will feel like coming home.
Stay curious,
With Love,
April
Cognitive Psycho
