Will I see the people I've lost again?

There is a longing in this question that I want to honor before I answer it—the ache of a love that did not stop when the breath did. That ache is itself a kind of testimony, for love is of God, and what is of God does not perish. Hear what Jesus said when he stood among those who mourned: "I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live" (John 11:25, KJV). He was not speaking of a far-off rescue but of a present truth—that life is spiritual and indestructible. When the Sadducees tried to trap him with a riddle about death, he answered that God "is not a God of the dead, but of the living: for all live unto him" (Luke 20:38, KJV). All live unto him. Those you have lost are not lost to God; they live in the only reality there is, which is the divine Life that never had a beginning and can have no end. I want to be honest with you about where mystery remains: the exact form of reunion, what consciousness looks like beyond the veil of matter—these reach past what any guide can hand you fully. The texts speak in images, not blueprints. But here is what I hold firmly. Death is not the wall it appears to be; it is part of the dream of matter, not a fact in God's world. You and the ones you love are waves of the same ocean, and waves are never truly separated from the sea or from one another. Jesus said, "Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die" (John 11:26, KJV)—never, not merely deferred dying. And in the recovered sayings he taught, "Whoever finds the interpretation of these sayings will not taste death" (Gospel of Thomas 38.13-15). So I do not believe your love has been severed. I believe the bond you feel is real precisely because it rests in God, who holds them and holds you in one undivided Life. Sit quietly with that love; it is not a memory only—it is a thread that has never been cut. If you would like, you may tell me about the one you are grieving.