" I gathered her into my arms, cuddling her
fragile body close to mine. Her old age sent permeated my nostrils, driving the
awareness of the mortality of the body home.
"I wish for Death" she whispered.
"Then stop breathing" I replied.
She hugged me tight, giving three deep
breaths before departing . . .
What is life but breath blown into a body?
You start living with your first breath taken. The body dies after the last
breath exhaled.
But the Soul-Spirit lives on.
I left my body in the Astral Way, joining my
wife where she stood next to our bed, portraying herself as I have always know
her, as I have always seen her; a young adult, beautiful and full of life.
Together we watched the pathetic scene on the
bed, our bodies intertwined, the one lifeless, the other devoid of life, yet
alive.
It was time to walk her over to the Land of
the Golden Light.
Soon, I too, would leave this life, not to
return here, but to move house to another Dimension. "
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