Yesterday I’ve met a girl. She was 12-13 years old. She asked me if she’s alive or dead. I looked at her wounded head and told her to push her hand through a table.
When her hand went into the table …she looked at me with beautiful sad eyes. Knowing and understanding .
The confusion some souls experience after death is a very real and fascinating thing. I think it’s a lot like dreaming ; we all get confused sometimes …am I dreaming now ,or is this for real? Sometimes is hard to tell.
Our lives , what we call being alive seems to be only one of the many forms of existence. There is no death there is just switching forms.
Being human, living in a gravity well – is hard to comprehend the infinite possibilities of being.