May 22, 2005
Just passing through
Right before you awakened, we spoke to you of regions of thought you knew were not your own, but still heard the conversations, personal or not, being spoken.
You asked if this was where everyone who died passed through, on their way to someplace else. We did not answer, for you had nothing to compare this with, and so nothing would have satisfied your curiosity.
Now we are ready to answer. It was the visions of your own past, all lining up to bring you a complete listing of your own way of living through to the end of one lifetime.
This means little without knowing you live and die many, many times, but you know this without doubt. The only missing piece is your own knowing mind always readily availing you with details of past circumstance, and detailed information of how you made your stand, whether you found what you were looking for or passed it by.
This is available to everyone alive, but some have eyes to see through the veil, and some hold this out as vision coming from another plane. You hold only your eyes open, and wonder at this amazing line of constant passing: a winding line with young and old, with pain and sorrow, pain and sorrow.
The eyes of these ones hold your truth. When you sleep, are you alone? When you sing out of pain still in the details of this life, are you alone? When you scramble for protection from that pain, are you ever alone?
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