PREFACE I just got off work, and was thinking about this my entire shift. I know that most people on this forum are Catholic and I wanted some thoughts on what I believe. I an Agnostic, as I do believe there is something that is always judging us, but I don't believe in a big man in the sky spying on me playing survival/farming sims on my free time. This isn't an attack, just my thoughts.

REASON I very recently lost my cousin. Last time I saw/talked to him was on Easter. We both hung out outside near the firepit while the majority of the party was inside. We talked about this and that, caught up on our lives, and made plans to hang out sometime when our schedules aligned. That never happened.

We don't know how we died, just that he was found dead in his bed by his Dad (my Uncle) when he came over to visit him. This is the same man that lost his wife as he slept right next to her and had his daughter (my other cousin) spiral into darkness and use the family for her habits. The latter managed to come back, and just started a family of her own. Having found his son dead in the same house where all the other stuff went down has probably killed him emotionally. He was physically shaking at the funeral. Getting off topic, though.

MAIN POINT With his passing, and while I grieved, I started to think about life after death. I always had a theory, and I would like to share it.

In life, we are given two doors. One when we enter, and one where we leave. The hallway between them is our existence. It is a predetermined path that our life must take before we can leave and move on to the next. In this hallway, there are points where we can "die", but we don't really. Think of these as our near-death experiences. Our consciousness has to follow this path from start to end, and if we "die" before we reach the exit door, our spirit is moved to a healthy body in a different dimension/parallel universe where we keep living our predetermined life. This parallel is mostly the same, except for small differences. Think Mandela Effect. We have these memories that are considered false, but they are only "false" to the reality we slipped into where we "died".

When we reach the end door of our life, we are judged by something. God himself, a council of beings, the Flying Spaghetti Monster g for all I know. They shows us our deeds of our life, and how we respond to them. This determines where we are sent next. Either to live again on Earth as a second chance, or sent somewhere else to live a new life. Have adventures and trials as we did on Earth. It';s not like Buddhist reincarnation, as you will always come back as a sentient being with thoughts/emotion/empathy/etc.

I like to think that my cousin either "slipped" or he reached his door, and left to a new step in his eternal journey. It makes me more happy that he lives on somewhere else as opposed to a urn of ashes buried in the ground next to his mother/my aunt. I don;t know, I guess I am just venting and miss him a lot.

What are your guy's thoughts?