SHACK 2062 SWEET DEATH

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As from the chirping of the birds in the garden and the sweet smile of the The Source that was felt, I look forward to the fading day of my life and as the sunset beckons me on as it were and my daily awareness of the mundane fades so the glow of the afterlife welcomes me and the 'I' of the body gladly surrenders its personal local familiarities to the non local impersonal of the Spirit. There is no personal possession or material form here and so the the personal former life gives way to the free spirit and all is shared and loved. 

This sweet death is not death at all and the smile of joy for at last what was 'I' now is a free nameless Spirit and is a Universal 'I' of a sort that is free of limits and ego finite limitations.

And what of this Spirit that roams in its own abode and yet permeates all realms and dimensions and yet is not possessed or clings to any of Its creation and when the time arrives for forms and creations to end, The Spirit brings them home to its breast and loves them and that is a great joy to the creative forms to comprehend this not with the intellect because this is beyond all human senses but with the joining of all in feelings and joy beyond all expectations.

So those that cling to earthly pleasures alone will be satisfied with these pleasures and in the fading evening of their lives regret and fight to go away and hope to return in reincarnation to regain the pleasures and treasures they left behind. And so the great wheel turns and many lives lived in many different circumstances and in one of these incarnations a glimmering, a call soft and whispered and a feeling yet barely perceptible and an ever so, ever so feeling of an ancient home far away as the most distant star as it were, begins the long arduous journey back to THE Source, The Great Fountain of Life, God Almighty and like a light as a pin prick at the end of a vast long narrow tunnel the journey beckons one on, gradually shedding skins, layers of crud and sticky dark substances and eventually leaving behind the debris of the past and the light is a sort of gentle laxative and all the hard rock materialism once fought for with wars, cunning, strategies to cheat and corrupt and even felt human love and been a 'good person' they fade as the supernal light of the Spirit and the quest to arrive 'home' and join whence one came from and the familiar of the Earthly planes gives way to the beckoning light of the Ancient and yet very present now.

I feel the light in my NDE in 1942 and my reluctance to incarnate may have been a left over from another incarnation and the ancient call is the light and has always come to me in the hour of need written about some articles back and now the clarion call is softer and I trust in the 'inner call' and I am relaxing more out of bodily forms and disciplines to just sit and feel the call, the mystical still voice and feeling of the Ancient Emergence of my soul from the great Soul and so be it.

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