An Understanding of Death

A gift granted at childhood made all the difference

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Have you ever had a sense of knowingness? Foresight? As in knowing something without being taught or having learned it on your own? I’ve often questioned where does that knowing come from and why have I been given this knowledge. Who am I supposed to share this with? Or is this just for me and no one else? Or perhaps I’ve tapped into some ancestral tome filled with everything one needs to navigate life upon this Earth — the Akashic records?

I experienced this knowingness at a young age when I heard adults talking about death or dying and where we go when it is the end of our journey here. Even though I was too young to understand the concepts of Heaven or Hell, and hadn’t yet been taught about energy never ceasing but just changing form, I had this knowledge that death was not final. That although someone is no longer here, it does not mean they aren’t still around. Maybe they are still here as ghosts or spirits. Maybe as interdimensional beings. Or maybe a spark within my own heart. And it never bothered me much when animals or people I knew died. I would have a brief moment of mourning — perhaps a day or two at most — and then I was fine without their physical presence — I still felt them around me.

It was never the loss of the dead that alarmed me; it was the loss of living souls who separated themselves from me that caused bouts of melancholia.

Imagine my surprise when I did learn about how energy works and about the concept of reincarnation. And when I learned more about ghosts, spirits, and interdimensional beings. In some ways, I was overjoyed that this was already accepted knowledge; however, I still couldn’t understand (and still don’t) why I was given such knowledge as a young child. Perhaps it was because God, the Divine, the Universe or whatever the Source wishes to be called knew that I was a sensitive soul and would need all the extra help I could be granted, especially with mental illness problems occurring later in my life.

I have experienced a great deal of death over my half a century of life (but then who hasn’t?) — deaths that could have and should have sent me into pits of despair. And while I’ve been granted other untaught and unlearned knowledge throughout my lifetime, I am eternally grateful for this knowingness that I received as a child for saving me from all that anguish and pain. This knowingness humbles me and reminds me not to take any gifts I’ve been given for granted.

©2021 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

This is in response to Diana C.’s Collaborative Prompts by Joseph Lieungh & Frank Ontario on Death

Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction, and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. Check out her personal Medium blog here.



𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 & 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

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