My Own Deep Thoughts on Death, Dyeing, The Paranormal, and the Fourth Demension Hypothosis

              My Own Deep Thoughts on Death, dyeing
            The Paranormal and Fourth Dimension Hypothesis

Is it not true that we all begin dying on the day we are born?
Starting from the time we are the mere size of a pencil tip,
Until we take our last breath our lives have come full circle.
Whether we be on this earth for sixty seconds or sixty years.
In reality nothing else matters in this world, we live and we die’
It’s how we fill the gap in between that really matters.

I have heard it said upon a newborns death, that there is another star in the sky, or God has another little angel. The Catholic religion believes that these little cherubs stay in Limbo or Purgatory until judgment day.
I don’t know if I agree with all these summations.
Would a just God condemn these little souls to a vast abyss of eternal black nothingness?
I think not.
I believe our souls leave our bodies when we die, and they keep searching for new hosts over and over, again and again.
Who is to say our souls can’t be reincarnate.
Who’s to say that we haven’t had past lives?
This is not to say, that I don’t believe in God, quite the opposite, I believe the good Lord above allows us to come back to earth to better ourselves and beliefs.
I do believe that Theologians have interpreted the Bible and scriptures in so many different ways throughout these thousands of years that the true written word probably is nothing like what we are led to believe today.

I have seen death in many forms in my life,
Some where peaceful, some were violent, some where painful and some never felt anything at all.
Is there such a thing as a good death? In Battle I have seen men die in many ways, here one minute and gone in a heartbeat, No pain, and no long illnesses. Just here, and in one millisecond only their boots remained. I can remember thinking that they were the lucky ones.
I have also seen many of their fallen comrades linger on for months or even years without limbs, or had missing organs.
I have heard these brave young men pray for death to take them, 
I have wept for them and with them.
I believe there is no such thing as a lost soul, but a soul without a body searching for a new host.
Could it be, in reality being here on earth is really the true purgatory, and how we lead our lives here on earth decides if our souls go to heaven or hell or the Fourth Demension.
Is there a fourth dimension? I realize it is just a hypothosis but could there be?
Is there place where our life’s essence goes when we die? In this dimension do we come back from time to time to visit or help our loved ones?
My children were 5 and 6 at the time when their grandmother died on May 8th, 1972. At 2am in the morning( was also her birthday) both my son and daughter came running into my bedroom screaming that Grandma was at their window knocking and waving goodbye. An hour later my dad called and told us she had died an hour ago. Stranger than fiction? But even to this day, my kids are in their 30’s now and they still talk about it. My daughter who lives in my mother’s old house swears she has seen my mother on different occasions. This is a young woman professional, a college graduate with a degree in design. She doesnt believe in illusions and doesn’t lie. Call it Supernatural, Paranormal or whatever you want, but it is fact. So you tell me, is there a fourth dimension? As of this day this phenomena can not be proven, but will modern science prove one day that these occurences are more than just a hypothosis?
What is even more intriguing is how many of you in this world have experienced this same phenomena? How many of you are too afraid to be thought lunatics, Daft or at the very least eccentric and laughed at.There remains one fact. There are numerous accountings for these occurances. These are just ones that have been passed on from generation to generation. I am sure there are new happenings everyday in one form or another.

Well here goes! I myself feel that upon my own demise, My spirit soul will go back to that same house in Floral Park , New York. The only place where I knew true happiness with my own family, and also one of the houses I grew up in. So now I tell my children if they see me from time to time just smile and say: Hi Dad, or Hi Poppa K. and most of all know I am watching over you all like a guardian angel.