When I reflect on my journey, I realise that death is an inevitable part of life's tapestry. In my younger days, the mere thought of my mortality would send me spiralling into panic attacks. Fear gripped me tightly, overshadowing my existence with its ominous presence. But as the years have passed and I've traversed the peaks and valleys of life's terrain, my perspective has shifted.
Now, in the year 2024, as I sit here putting pen to paper, I find myself on the other side of that mountain, gazing into the horizon with a newfound sense of peace. Death no longer looms over me as a spectre of dread but rather as a gentle whisper beckoning me home.
I've come to embrace the idea of returning to my true home, where I believe I'll reunite with God, Jesus, angels, and all the celestial beings that await me there. My soul yearns for this reunion, for a return to a place where love reigns supreme.
Throughout my life, I've searched for a sense of belonging, a place to call home. And now, in this moment of clarity, I realise that I've always carried my home within me. My soul is the sanctuary I've been seeking, and as I inch closer to the end of my earthly journey, I find solace in the knowledge that I'll soon be enveloped in the embrace of pure, unconditional LOVE.
Navigating the realm of spirituality and the afterlife can indeed be a daunting journey especially for those who remain asleep, unaware of the deeper truths that exist beyond the physical realm. As I contemplate the fate of individuals who cling to materialism and bravado, I can't help but feel a pang of empathy for them.
For those who live their lives cloaked in arrogance and aggression, the prospect of departing this world may unravel the facade they've constructed around themselves. Behind the bravado lies a vulnerability, a fear of the unknown that they may struggle to confront as their time draws near.
It's a stark contrast to witness individuals who exude toughness and disdain for matters of the soul, only to find themselves trembling like frightened rabbits when faced with the inevitability of their own mortality. The big, tough men, the hardened cynics who scoff at notions of love and celestial beings, may find themselves grasping for solace in their final moments.
I can't help but think of my own family members who fall into this category, drowning their sorrows in alcohol and smoke, numbing themselves to the deeper truths that beckon to them. If they don't awaken to the reality of their spiritual journey before it's too late, they may find themselves filled with regret as they depart this earthly realm.
But even amidst the fear and uncertainty, there is hope. For those who are willing to open their hearts and minds to the possibility of a greater existence, there is the opportunity for transformation. The journey towards spiritual awakening may be arduous, but it offers the promise of liberation from the shackles of fear and ignorance.
As I ponder the fate of those who remain asleep, I hold onto the belief that even the most hardened souls have the capacity for redemption. As they take their final breaths, may they find peace and enlightenment in the loving embrace of the celestial beings who await them beyond the veil of mortality.
Departing from this beautiful planet will undoubtedly be a bittersweet journey for me. As I bid farewell to my earthly existence, I find solace in the knowledge that I am returning to Mother Earth's embrace, grateful for the life she has bestowed upon me and the experiences she has granted me.
As my physical form dissolves into the soil, I am filled with a profound sense of gratitude for the opportunity to have walked upon this wondrous planet, to have witnessed its splendour and felt its heartbeat beneath my feet. I offer my thanks to Mother Earth, returning to her the vessel she so generously lent to me during my time here.
But even as I bid adieu to this earthly realm, my soul rejoices at the prospect of returning to my true home, to the essence of who I truly am. The mere thought of reuniting with God, of merging once more with the divine source from which I originated, sends shivers down my spine and brings tears of joy to my eyes.
Throughout my time on this planet, I have endeavoured to spread love wherever I go, to be a beacon of light amidst the darkness. And though some may not have resonated with the love I offered, I take comfort in knowing that when I am reunited with my celestial family, all there will be is love.
In that celestial realm, where the vibrations of love reverberate endlessly, I will be enveloped in a love so pure and all-encompassing that it transcends the limitations of the physical world. As I prepare to embark on this final journey, I do so with a heart full of love and gratitude, ready to reunite with the divine and bask in the eternal embrace of unconditional love.
In Love, Light and Blessings.