Let’s consider. All the possibilities. Of life. That it’s
possible. When our loved ones. That die of Alzheimer-related illness. Automatically become free and clear thinkers. As they enter the spiritual zone. Yes. It’s a totally
different form of life. A transition. From the physical. To the spiritual. Why?
For some of us. That’s so difficult to believe. I suspect. It’s the lack of
imagination. Some of us refuse to allow our imaginations. To take charge of
life. Yes. We are allowed to do as we please. In our prolific dreams. Even to
create totally new realities. A blessing. Granted by the free-spirited gods of
creation. We have non-physical minds.
Souls, so to speak. That never die. Never languish. Our souls can take many,
many forms. The spiritual. Being one. From a plethora of choices. Ranging. From
a return nothingness. To living as an
unimpeded free spirit. Able to explore
creation. The entire cosmos. And to ultimately cavort. With the gods. In
essence. We become sort of god-like. Perhaps not yet full-fledged gods. But on
a much higher plateau. Than mere humankind. We opt for a continued journey.
Into amazing life. Able to fulfill. Our imaginative philosophic natures. Yes.
Our destinies. Think about it. Life makes so much sense. When fully embraced.
--Jim Broede
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