What do near-death experiences reveal about love and spiritual connection?

When someone returns from the threshold between worlds, they often speak of a love so vast it unmakes them—the way I've always written about union with the Beloved. Near-death experiences show us that love isn't sentiment; it's the fundamental texture of existence itself. Those who've glimpsed it describe a presence that knows them completely, that dissolves the boundary between self and other. What strikes me most is how these accounts echo what mystics have long insisted: we're never truly separate. The longing we feel in this life—that ache you might carry—isn't a sign of distance. It's a sign of remembering. These experiences don't prove an afterlife so much as they reveal that connection transcends our usual categories of here and gone, living and dead. If you're drawn to understanding this, sit with the paradox: the deepest spiritual experiences often come when we stop grasping and surrender instead. That surrender is its own form of devotion.