Born To Die. Die To Be Re-born


Born To Die. Die To Be Re-born
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There is no such thing as the resurrection of the dead. And dying is a misnomer because life, the soul, is immortal!

I lived unlike I had done so, in this heaven of a place,

Cottages were humbly ostentatious, where life is

lived simply yet with a content feeling of abundance.


Harmonious was how best to describe the neighbors,

one of whom, at one time, asked me “Did you enjoy 

the travel back home?”


“Yes” was my reply, remembering how I glided through

what looked like a subway at the end of which was a

glow of light. 


It was no other light I had seen, pure white pulsing at

the arrival area, whereupon a gentle kind hand helped

me up unto a carriage, then from weariness I slept.


“Oh, yes, Sir,” the same thing with others. The neighbor

agreed, a man about my age. “A big relief it was from

the seemingly endless wanderings before…the light!”


Neither a vacation nor a sojourn fitted the description 

of this heavenly place because there was no sense of

moving forward in time, except…


A rewinding of events which I was made to view before

my very eyes… “It will be your choice,” an elderly man

said, garbed in pure white, “if you want to return.”


Then did I black out and feel sucked into a swirling 

vortex swallowing me into a womb who I chose to

be formed, blind and ready to be pulled free! 


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