I am learning that we know, on a higher level, exactly what is going on. For some reason, the ego is seldom happy about it. It is the old troublemaker, the one that pushes us through our days, days in which we end up filled with self-doubt, fear and exhaustion. Then suddenly, by grace, someone blows into our consciousness and says “I love you so much” and you KNOW it is the universe speaking through that person. In other words, it isn’t personal.
We are a universe of love; we just aren’t ready to fall into it and die. Resurrection seems to be beside the point to the ego. It is too busy protecting itself from death to remember that life follows death and death follows life and that is how it IS.