Is the afterlife a real dimension of imagination?

According to William Blake, who got many of his ideas on this subject from the seventeenth-century scientist and mystic Emanuel Swedenborg, the imagination is ‘the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the Vegetated body.’ This statement is hard to get much of a purchase on until we realize that what Blake is talking about is not ‘imagination’ in the sense of our ability to create unreal images within our minds, but rather a whole dimension of being: one which we enter when we leave the physical body, and which is less dense, less stubbornly immovable, but equally real.

 

When we die, in this view, we go to another real place. But the rules of this place are different from those that govern the material one we are in right now. Our active imaginations, after a lifetime of collaborating with physical reality, and doing so as the less powerful partner in the alliance, are suddenly much more free, much more in charge of things; they are in a realm of being in which, whether they want to be doing so or not, they are able to actively create much more of that reality than they did when they were in the physical world.

 

The afterlife is a place where, as the poet and student of afterlife philosophies William Butler Yeats put it, ‘Imagination is now the world.’ As such it has a novelistic depth and subtlety to it. The afterlife is, quite simply, as complex as we are. This is terrifying, but it is also the single most fantastically positive piece of news we could ever hear, and the cure for every variety of modern despair. For if the world beyond the body is a place where our full and fathomless interior complexity is allowed to emerge and truly exist, it means that we might actually be the secret larger beings that humans have, since the dawn of history, hoped to be.

 

Ptolemy Tompkins, The Modern Book of the Dead (Atria Books, 2012), 102 and 105.