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Once Dead When you die, you either rise out of one and into another existence or you are enclosed within an unknown place. You do not rise up nor descend. Hollywood has it wrong, science has yet to discover or prove, and the Bible does not totally explain. However, the spirit does reveal. Explain. The mystery of death is a thing hidden from the conscious mind because there is knowledge in death that if the now living knew of, could use in exploitive ways against others or against themselves. But death does not hold the same destiny for all people collectively. Death is an individual experience depending on the life just released. There are, nevertheless, collective places for a certain sea of people. Seas of people are people who hold like beliefs while in life. Common beliefs, limited beliefs left to the limited imaginations of men. There are theories but none as accurate as revelation told by profound inspiration. As the one you are about to read.
The Seas of People
Once you have identified yourself as a part of a particular Sea of People, the experience of your death will be afore-told and that will be yours eternally. You cannot choose one and return to choose afterward because life works as we ponder this moment and death follows as a moment aftertime. On these words you live and die. You Believe in God and His Kingdom Once dead, you will rise immediately into another existence not apart from the current. All things you see before you die will still be there but you will be no longer. Your body will lie but the spirit will raise your soul adjacent to your former life. All emotion ceases and everything become natural, immediately. You can stay where you are and observe all around in a state of naturalness understanding everything of the former life without question. You can stay and see but you will naturally know not to, remembering where you are and proceed to that which you desire the most. Familiar smells that return memories of a certain place at a certain time and moment; a room, familiar person and mood will travel through your soul as the spirit pacifies your desires. Your knowledge of time says you have another lifetime to spend recapturing moments, places, people, fulfilling desires, asking questions, revealing mysteries you so need to complete your soul. You were a child in a moment that made you embrace as safe. There was a person that you loved who were near you and your world was a place of solitude. That moment in your mind lingers and your soul drinks it and fills you. Now you can sit for a moment and piece it all together. The time of another life is before you. It all comes naturally and in perspective. Yes, you have questions and they will be answered as you ask, not through conversation but through inspiration. You will smile realizing it was all so simple yet jumbled because of that life you lived. You can sit and remember or you can observe with immense understanding. You can seek to know and you can take time to ponder the things that were always deep within you. There are no people with you because this is a time for yourself, alone with He who created you. You will remember where you are because it was there you left for that life, and all things remain as they were when you return. You Believe but do not Trust Him When you die your soul will immediately start seeking. In constant yet calm desperation, always seeking, wandering and are again and again led to familiar places. You are taken from what you always knew and are shown otherwise, right away, you have knowledge that there is and was something you always had a feeling about. Now you are there and those things await you. You feel them and sense them near. That which tugged at your heart, your desires, your curiosity; it is all there yet not quite in reach. Your mind knows all things are present yet you cannot seem to grasp or take hold of any given concept to understand it. You see things as they past, things you once understood and knew and had control over. They amuse you now because they were never really a challenge to you but were things you could control, unlike where you are now, the place you seem to be that has yet to reveal itself to you. Your reach is just shy of taking hold. But it is all there now. The things you knew existed yet had not the courage to understand. You now know. There is no doubt, for all doubt was left behind for reason of death. You knew. Now you know you knew all along. You knew they were there because curiosity often conversed with you and you found yourself conversing with it. Your soul is thirsty because that void has yet to fill, yet now that you know, knowing what it is you needed to know and desire to know is just out of reach and an emptiness remain. A burning emptiness left unfulfilled while in that life and even more so in this one. There you will remain for another lifetime satisfied yet thirsting for that which you know is there yet just out of reach. A soul starved for knowledge of all things true and pure and natural. Sorrow now controls you and is the only memory left from that life because sorrow was the one thing that kept you from trusting in God in full. Sadness caused you to misplace your trust and you chose not to trust in full but were satisfied with your lot in life. So sorrow becomes your lot in the new. You have found a reason not to believe Before you die you will be moved to a nagging wonder, which will barely supersede your determination to doubt, and the moment you die, your internal conflict will gently drag you through times and moments of that life that were filled with a now menial earthly pride. It was once a good feeling and now it is an annoyance to know what little pleasure it brought. Your soul will be so disappointed to realize such a small pleasure could bring you joy. You are now driven through moments in dim places with people all the time, people who share the pride that so pleased you in that life and you are disgusted by them and their arrogance and petty egotistical pretentiousness. Quiet. You will stand alone, thinking. Alone, thinking in a dim place. Not tortuous or hot or evil, but dimly lit by a light far away which seem to echo the most beautiful music and sounds you ever heard. Scents and smells of things that you never had the pleasure of knowing during that life. You can do nothing but wonder, hard. Wondering what. There is no choice for you. You are led over and over to places that remind you of that damned pride. That foolish pride. You are held for times unending in certain places never moving, just thinking. Thinking about things in that life that you allowed to fashion your thoughts and harden your heart towards what you at one point believed. Every now and then from the distance the voices of song, and scents spring from the only break through of the dim light. That ray. That one ray you start towards. You start moving toward that ray wondering how and where it comes and for what reasons you have no knowledge of it. You move toward it and finally you will, stand at the break through. And you will stand there. And stand there; and stand there perpetually lacking knowledge. You do not believe You will not die. You will awaken. And the moment your eyes focus, you will stare into the pit of your fears. It will be before you as a thing most devilish, and you will not be able to look away. It will lock your eyes to it and drive thoughts in to your head. Your empty head, filling your head with its will. You will desire so to turn and see all that is in motion around you, and there will be much going on in your peripheral vision. Deeds you have done. You will hear words you have spoken in that life. And it will stare at you. It will be an enormous thing starting at you and you will stare back at it for fear of turning not knowing what will happen if you turn away. You turn away yet it remains in your eyes path all the times never relinquishing, never unlocking your eyes. Then, you will sense strongly the presence of someone close to you and you will feel the breath of someone on your ear, desperately speaking your name vying for your attention. Someone you once loved. They will be right there in your ear calling, whispering your name so close in your ear you will know them. And in your desire to turn to them for a moment of familiarity you will not be able to turn from it. Your sense will convince you that there are others in the place seeking for you and trying for your attention, getting angry with you and you with them asking and pleading with them to wait a moment, just a moment and you will acknowledge them so you desire. Yet you cannot turn from watching it, and never will. It stands there looking at you, sometimes pathetically, sometimes, angrily, sometimes yelling, sometimes, smiling an evil smile and pushing thoughts into your empty head as you begin to desire more of its spell. You will finally realize that it will never release you from its stare and no matter how hard you try to turn away. It will be there eternally and you will fear it eternally. But you finally fall asleep. And you awake again as it never happened and again you awake to the pit of your fears. Staring at you as something new and it begins again and eternally over. Conclusion Take this neither as truth or fiction, but take it as it comes and keep it in mind. The mind knows not what is beyond this life and neither does any man to warn others. Life and death are what you make it. As we live so shall we die and there are things you cannot explain. If you have no knowledge of what life can offer or what life is about, you can never know whether these things of death are true or not. This can be true, you never know. What you have just read is your destiny brought forth by your own beliefs. There is no changing unless your beliefs change. But if you do not believe in what you just read, then your destiny remains. However, if what you just read moved you or placed a fear in you that was not there before, there is this moment and only this moment that you realized the change, in which you can take hold of your destiny and shift your place in the Sea of People. But remember, once dead, it's for another lifetime, eternally. © June 2007 By Afromerica
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