My human life has ended, my transformation undergone and here I stand firm. Firm ‘n ready. Ready to serve my purpose in dis afterlife. Among my forest (if there is a forest) are the numerous trees also ready to serve their purpose. Life Trees have it the most difficult for they don’t know their state of min’ and remain confused as the wind rips through der branches taking life away little by little to those who need it. Fire trees seem the coldest for it’s not until der purpose do dey warm themselves appropriately. I am a Rhythm Tree, and appropritly so.
Rhythm trees serve their purpose by providing music to the world of musicians. My assumption is dat Rhythm Trees are assigned to those who loved or provided music in the human life. The tree assignments are not chosen randomly. Although I don’t know the entire process, I can only assume, based on my own assignment dat we souls are devoted to our assignments through a selection process based on our humanity. There are countless trees, I assume, for I’ve never heard of a rhythm tree in life, though I’m honored to have been given dis’ assignment.
The assignments are given after visitation. Visitation begins shortly after the journey through the cosmic array of light. So yes, to answer yer questions about a bright light after death, it does exist. More than you’ll ever know until your experience. The feelings of euphoria and happiness are also true. Death is not something to be feared, yet seems to be the most feared event of life; the end.
So back to visitation, I found myself inside the abysmal bright light hovering among other lights of color. I immediately recognized the lights as those that have passed before me. My father, a welcoming orb of bright light with reddish tints mixed into a milky white. My grandmother on my father’s side, Ida, was also there. Her shades of yellow and orange reminded me of sunlight, bright n’ energetic. I also recognize Uncle James, my father’s brother. I sense that he will be important in my upbringing of this place for his colors are much different than those of my father and grandmother. He holds a pale blue with tints of gold sparkling through is spirit. I have no idea what these colors mean but I am reminded of them later, just before Transformation. These previous family members approached and welcomed me into the afterlife with familiarity and open hearts. The feelings of euphoria continued from the journey to dis place as they brought me further into the abysmal light show before me.
My own color is a rich blue, much brighter than my uncle, and holds no additional hues. It is rich and deep in color and very significant against the other pale colors around me dat are filled with transitional definitions of other colors. Confusion at first, but I feel that I will be made aware of these colors later on.
There were other lights, but none as familiar as my father and grandmother.
For me, dis was difficult, as I’m sure most souls fin’ because visitation is short. Without experiencing dis process, the aura of others is the only comparison I can make. For instance, I’ve already left visitation, yet an essence of my soul remains there for future souls to meet with, for comfort mostly. My aura will change color as it progresses into the many levels of the afterlife, but will remain recognizable to those in visitation. Even though my conscious mind is here, my actions of life leave a footprint in visitation mimicking my human actions n’ mannerisms.
Though standing firmly, I wait, and wait. The Fates determine the time when I shall serve my purpose; these are the judges of all trees. Within the forest, (or woods, if that is where you are assigned), no companionship of conversation is had. There isn’t any sort of comradery as you would think, these are strict rules and it is impossible for us to communicate amongst each other. There’s no telepathy, there’s no movement other than the growth pattern each tree endures. Even when the roots of two trees mingle underground, there’s still no communication, just entanglement. In other words, you’re left to your own thoughts. Simple as that.
The singled out trees, those planted in neighborhoods or shopping malls have it worse. At least in the forest or woods there is a sense of accompaniment, even without the communication. It is nice to know that there are other trees nearby going through similar experiences.
During assignment giving, I was made aware that I would become and transform into a Rhythm Tree. I found this fitting and soothing. There were horror stories in visitation of those that were assigned horrible acts to serve their purpose. As a former musician in life, I could not see myself as a Fire Tree forever freezing until I served my purpose as kindling. Absolutely not.
However, he selects wisely and carefully. Can I tell you who “he” is? Not exactly. We all see a figure (or so I am told from the aura of my uncle) during our transformation. He will come in human form and expect that we understand what is expected once our assignment is given. There are no words spoken from the man, only a presence that explains it all through an osmosis approach. We just know, once he leaves, what our purpose is. I’m sure you are hopin’ that this is God and I have the answers to all yer questions. The truth is, nobody knows who he is. He just is. After the horrible natural act of the hurricane that took me out, I’m not sure I’ll ever believe in a “god” again, even here. Even when he could be staring at me straight in da face.
It was no surprise when I learned of my assignment and purpose. What becomes of us after our purpose is served is beyond knowledge, the same way the afterlife is for humans. After the afterlife is still unknown. For now, I grow steadily and reach for contact through my roots. Root on root is a similar concept of humans touching for comfort. It will be nice to know another tree is nearby.
We give life; we take life and provide many things for mankind. We are recycled beings that remain motionless to the human eye, yet I feel myself growing and expanding. I am what humans call an oak tree, and yet, there are no scientific names in the afterlife. We are what we are, providing what we provide for humankind to survive. The emotions, life, and self-worth of acting as humans are a recycled trait. If this is heaven, then it is the worst kind for we remain without the knowledge of each step of our lives that seem to continue forever. No questions are answered at the pearly gates. No mentioning of another place related to Hell. If the man who assigns us is a god, God himself, or any other religious figure has yet to be known. We only know that he is the one who watches us, assigns us and from there, we wait to serve our purpose. If he is God, then he’s not revealing his identity, remaining faceless and nameless in a gray tactful suit.
Now let me tell you more about the humanity that brought me here.
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