The Afterlife of Billy Fingers is the story of a man named Billy who lived a dark and troubled life as a drug dealer, addict and participant in the seamy side of life. He is killed while running away from a hospital in a drunken condition. His sister, Annie Kagan, starts to get messages from Billy a few weeks after his death. These messages describe that afterlife in a style that is both conversational and very credible. (A true story according to the author.)
This is a story filled with so much hope and allows us to see this life and the afterlife in a very different way than we may have thought them to be. It was channeled from a man who we might consider to have been a low-life scumbag if we came across him while he was alive. And that lends even more credibility to this narrative and the fact that we are shown how NOTHING and no one can be judged according to appearances.
I initially resisted reading this book because of the title just didn’t call to me. And yet, after seeing so many sections of the book quoted on Facebook, I decided to give it a whirl.
And, I’m SO grateful I did!
When I started into the first reading I was very surprised at how the story so expertly weaves deep spiritual insights into a somewhat tragic story of a woman’s relationship with her older brother.
Billy shares how our afterlife is somewhat tailored to our own particular uniqueness, at least in the beginning, and then goes on in different steps until the complete submergence into the Oneness.
He describes his own journey and how he actually bypassed some steps BECAUSE of the type of life he led here. I found that to be most interesting and wonderful because I had never come across that concept before and it adds so much to the richness of the story.
As I said, there turned out to be so many pithy sayings shared on Facebook that got me interested in reading this book in the first place. So, I decided to copy some of the text that gives the flavor of the book:
If there’s one thing worth doing on your planet, it’s discovering self-love. I say “discovering” instead of “learning” because learning implies you’re starting from zero; but the truth is, you already love yourself. When you’re born, when the amnesia happens, you forget your magnificence, and think you have to earn the right to be loved. How can you earn what already belongs to you?
Each person is an instrument of the Divine, composing cosmic symphonies while on earth. Some of the music is melodic, some discordant, some bright and upbeat, some slow and melancholy. No matter. Each piece will be part of your own serenade in the afterlife. All your efforts, your ups and downs, will be a mystical tune you didn’t realize you were humming. Maybe, sharing what happens to me here in this world will help you feel your music.
Remember this, my darling— remember this. What you achieve on earth is only a small part of the deal. If there’s a secret I could whisper, and that you could keep, it would be that it’s all inside you already. Every single thing you need. Earth is just a stopover. A kind of game. Make it a star game. If I could give you a gift, it would be to teach you how to stay free inside that game, to find the glory inside yourself, beyond the roles and the drama, so you can dance the dance of the game of life with a little more rhythm, a little more abandon, a little more shaking-those-hips.
The story in this book is intended, according to a section of text, to be more of a transmission than simply an account of a dead brother talking to his very much alive sister. A transmission that can elicit changes simply by reading it.