The Dreamer's Pen

I’ve always believed that life is more than the minutes we spend walking around on this earth. Honestly, I can’t wrap my brain around the idea that everything like the trees, the laughter, the heartbreak, the tiny coincidences that feel like winks from the universe just exists to disappear. I’ve seen meaning everywhere I’ve looked, felt lessons tucked into the cracks of ordinary days, and I just don’t think it’s all random. Sunlight hitting the kitchen floor at just the right angle, a bird landing on the fence, the way Chewy’s tail swings in perfect rhythm with his excitement. All of it makes me wonder if life is this intentional, is there more after it’s gone?

Almost five years ago this month, my mom passed away and now everything I’d thought about life and death and what comes after didn’t feel like abstract pondering anymore. It felt urgent. I started watching videos, reading books, diving down rabbit holes about consciousness and energy. Did you know our brains are literally made of electricity? Thoughts, memories, feeling travel on sparks. So when the body dies, what happens to all that energy? Does it just… vanish? Or does it go somewhere? Some studies even say that brain activity can continue for a bit after biological death. Which, to me, screams, something persists. Maybe consciousness is like a spark that never really dies, maybe it just moves somewhere else. And if that’s true, doesn’t that mean love, lessons, memory, and the essence of who we are could carry on too?

I’ve always imagined that maybe, before we show up here, we’re somewhere else like a spiritual plane, heaven, or a place too abstract for language where we can see all our life options laid out like books on a shelf. And maybe, somehow, we pick. We pick a story. A family. A set of challenges. Maybe that explains why life feels so layered sometimes. Why the lessons keep repeating until we finally get them. Could it be that I chose my life before I was born? That I chose the heartbreaks, the joy, the people I would meet, the lessons I would learn? And maybe my mom chose me too. Maybe that’s why our connection felt like magic from the start.

Then there are my other pets. My rabbits, gentle and cautious, demanding care and respect, would often sit quietly, watching me like they were trying to tell me something I couldn’t yet understand. My hamsters, tiny little creatures of endless determination, running on their wheels like they were trying to show me the meaning of persistence. Happy, my childhood dog, lived up to her name every day, reminding me what joy and unconditional love feel like. And Frank, my cat, whose grumpy face was a perfect mask for a fiercely loyal heart, taught me that love can be subtle, quiet, patient, loyal without needing acknowledgment. And the fish, gliding through their water, taught me about rhythm, flow, and the magic in the mundane. Each of them had energy, presence, and soul in a way that I cannot explain, and I often wondered if that energy carries on, rippling outward, even after they’re gone.

All of these lives – my pets, my mom, the people I’ve met, the moments that seem too coincidental to be random. They all make me think about soul and karma. I think that every action, every choice, every moment of love or neglect, joy or cruelty, ripples out and comes back in ways we can’t always see. Maybe the soul is learning, evolving, carrying the energy of every lesson forward. Maybe every heartbreak, every mistake, every act of kindness, every magical moment is part of that process. And maybe sin isn’t punishment, it’s just the mirror showing us what we need to understand, what we need to grow from, what we need to repair.

Then there are the magical moments like the flashes of synchronicity, the coincidences that make you pause and wonder, the whispers from the universe that maybe we are part of something bigger. Sometimes it’s the wind brushing past your face, or the sunlight catching a puddle and turning it into diamonds. Sometimes it’s your cat staring at the ceiling, tracking something invisible, or your dog nudging your hand at the exact moment your heart feels heavy. Sometimes it’s a dream of your mom so vivid it feels like a conversation, like she’s really there, reminding you of love that never ends. Those moments feel like proof! Proof that energy, consciousness, soul, and love persist. Proof that everything we do, everything we feel, every life we touch, leaves a trace beyond the physical.

I think about angels in that context too. Not necessarily in the religious sense, though I love those stories, but angels as energy, as guides, as subtle presences. The book my mom gave me, The Everything Angels Book, opened my mind to the idea that angels are everywhere, messengers, protectors, little nudges guiding us in unseen ways.

Sometimes I think the breeze, the sunlight, the bird landing nearby, the perfect coincidence, they are angels in action. Maybe that’s what life is: a mixture of soul, karma, lessons, love, energy, and magic, all flowing together in a way we can barely perceive, but that shapes our journey in ways both beautiful and profound.

And so, I circle back to my original thought: life is too meaningful, too layered, too magical to just end here. I believe in the continuation of consciousness, in the persistence of energy, in the souls of all beings – humans, pets, plants, animals, every spark of life. And I believe that what we learn, what we love, the energy we share, and the magical moments we experience, all carry forward into the next stage of existence, whatever that may be. Maybe that’s heaven, maybe that’s the universe, maybe that’s the endless flow of life itself.

I don’t know exactly what it looks like. I don’t know exactly how it works. But I feel it. I feel the lessons, the love, the energy, the souls, the magic, all around me. And sometimes I feel my mom. Sometimes I feel Happy, Frank, the rabbits, the birds. Sometimes I feel the invisible threads connecting all of us. And I know, without a doubt, that this is not the end. There is more. There is meaning. There is magic. There is soul.

Life is a journey, yes, but it’s also a school, a garden, a dance, a web of energy and consciousness, a place where love and lessons ripple forward endlessly. And if we pay attention, if we open our hearts, if we notice the magical moments and learn the lessons, maybe we come closer to understanding why we’re here and maybe, just maybe, we carry all of it with us into whatever comes next.

Let me know what you think in the comments. Do you feel it too? Do you see the threads, the magic, the souls? I’d love to hear how you notice it in your life