Lost in a dream

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 .
Bicycle accident.

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.

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