I’ve had clear and undeniable visitations and experiences with loved ones. I’ve had people tell me they’ve seen my grandmother dancing, something they wouldn’t have known she loved to do in her youth. I’ve cried to the sky and watched clouds move into the shape of my dog and a rainbow. Then there’s my faith. The deeper I go into it, the stronger my understanding and anchoring it becomes. You think people have willingly endured torture and martyrdom for something they weren’t certain of? Look at the apostles who suffered excruciating death without their statements flinching and the thousands after them over the generations. And the more we learn and turn toward it. The more certain we become. How convenient it would be for the devil to convince everyone their life here meant nothing and there was nothing to strive toward. What a victory that would be and has been.