Where does the soul go to when you die? It’s a very distorted question. The premise is false. Imagine a discussion between a refrigerator and electricity. The refrigerator is plugged in and it’s cooling food. Now suddenly the plug is pulled and the refrigerator says to the electricity, “Where do you go when the plug is pulled?” Electricity says, “What do you mean, ‘where did I go’? Where did you come from? You’re a little box that was just created in the last century; I’ve been around from the beginning of time and I’m everywhere. They created a box to hold me. You’ve contained me. You’ve confined me in your box and you’ve become a cooling agent.”
When we ask “Where does the soul go to?” it is implying that here is where it’s at. Maybe it’s the other way around: The soul is where it’s at. And this world is a newcomer. We’re like the box. And the soul enters into this box for a period of time and then it just goes back to its natural place. The fact that you’re not familiar with that place is like how a refrigerator is not familiar with electricity. All it is is a box. We have very narrow vision. We don’t see the larger journey of life. It’s all stages in a journey. It doesn’t necessarily relieve the pain of loss, of death. But it makes you understand that a soul doesn’t go anywhere. It may be right here, but it is not contained in a container.