Excerpt: Ecosystem of Souls

I’ve never been a spiritual person. I never gave much thought to religion, life after death or really anything that can’t be easily proven or touched. Death wasn’t something I had time to think about. Life was too busy and there was too much to do. Who had time to deal with all the drama and bullshit that came with religion or thinking about death? All that changed the day I died.

The only real solace in the whole dying thing was that none of the religions were right. It would have been really annoying to die and find out that the Catholics or the Mormons had been right. I never believed that some guy sitting in the Vatican or some old wise man in a temple would have better insight on the afterlife. That’s why I never bothered. As a wise man once said, “Never bullshit a bull shitter,” and I’m a great bull shitter. I think that’s why I’m writing this. In a world of misconceptions and people running off them believe almost anything I figured I should document the truth. Well that’s not completely true, I don’t have all the answers I just know what I saw and what I experienced. Saying I know the full truth would be like visiting Europe on vacation and saying I understand why the continent is shaped the way it is. Just because you’ve seen something doesn’t mean you fully understand it. If that were the case, men would understand women and we know that’s not true. Leaps of logic and understanding are for religions. I’m an engineer, I just tell things the way they are.

This is my story or life, death and the what happened afterwards. It’s not a religious tome. It’s not a guide on how you should live your life. Think of it as a travel documentary. A strange documentary. With ghosts. . . .