Transiberian Railroad: Courtesy:http://www.flickr.com/photos/muskva/1173138974/
Conversation on the Trans-Siberian Railway:
“…………..But death is just a door into another dimension”
“And yet, despite what you are saying our loved ones and we ourselves will one day disappear”
“Never. We never lose our loved ones. They accompany us; they don’t disappear from our lives. We are merely in different rooms. For example, I can’t see who is in the next carriage. But it contains people traveling in the same time as me, as you, as everyone. The fact that we can’t speak to them or know what’s going on in the other carriage is completely irrelevant. They are there. So what we call life is a train with many carriages. Sometimes we’re in one, an sometimes we re in another and sometimes we cross between them, when we dream or allow ourselves to be swept away by the extraordinary”
“But we can’t see or communicate with them”
“Yes we can. Every night we shift into another plane while we are sleeping. We talk with the living, with those we believe dead, with those who live in another dimension and with ourselves, with the people we once were and the people we will be.”
“Love always triumphs over what we call death. That’s why there is no need to grieve for our loved ones, because they continue to be loved and remain by our side. It’s hard for us to accept that. If you don’t believe it, then there is no point in my trying to explain.”
Excerpt from ALEPH by Paul Coelho
Siraat-e-Mustaqeem 