In some strange way, I firmly believe that consciousness continues after death. Deep down, I understand life in this apparently solid Earth realm to be some cumbersome, painful but necessary rehearsal. It is like a forge. We come here as souls for the pressure, pain, frustration, and tumult: This gives the soul its unique form and density, its structure and vibrational frequency, which only finds its deeper truth, meaning, and full field of expression in those other worlds – which I consider to be something like a mirror reversal, a receptive and reflective dimension made of dark matter, where we glide, sylph-like, through shimmering palaces and stellar nebula of the universal consciousness, where we always and forever find our true heart’s desire, where we know as we are known.
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