No post yesterday and it maybe spotty for the next few days. Steve's mom passed away yesterday morning. His dad passed three years ago. So in supporting him, I may not be available as much.
I've studied the after-life concept for decades. We pass from one form of dense material to that of pure energy and love; we go back home to the Universe that is God. We understand all and love all that is, has been, and will be. Passing is going through a door. It is going home.
To die:—to sleep:
No more; and, by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
- Act III, scene 1, line 60.
Go hug a loved one, or your pets.
Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster
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