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quotagirl said:Well, at least the SOB is down tending Hell's Gates.
My ex is still alive and inflicting his personality on others......
quotagirl said:Irene... very interesting that you hold interest in the hereafter. An obsession of mine as well.
I really believe that there is something after "hell on earth" (? )
Also, I truly believe that if there's someone you absolutely CAN'T STAND on this planet, once you're both up in Heaven (?) you both won't care at that point, because well, it's rather silly and pointless at that stage, eh?
Billy Oblivion said:If there's an afterlife I've got a list of dead people I want to give a good kicking. Starting with my stupid ex-brother.
watercrystal said:*clearing throat* cough, um hmm! quiet, quiet. here is the professional answer!
1) about the afterlife thing. umm, someone's death is the time when he/she waits. just like the tree in autumn, the leaves are gone, and it just waits for rebirth.
2) according to Amy Tan's 100 secret senses (on recommendation of chewbecca), the spirit of dead person will not wait for you to find him/her. so it might be not possible that you can still kick your ex-brother after your death.
but only if you're good ...Irene Wilde said:When I have met these, when life has done with me, I want my soul to be free to do that which it could not do in life because it was weighed down by what needed to be done. I want my soul to sail on the wind, linger on a certain place, and after that, scatter itself to the very ends of the universe.
Irene Wilde said:When I have met these, when life has done with me, I want my soul to be free to do that which it could not do in life because it was weighed down by what needed to be done. I want my soul to sail on the wind, linger on a certain place, and after that, scatter itself to the very ends of the universe.
Am I asking too much Professor Crystal?
Irene Wilde