I don’t know for how long I have been dead. Maybe it’s since my birth; maybe I’ve been dead for many lives. Maybe I came to this world alive at first, and I got lost somewhere and left myself to die.
I don’t remember exactly when I started asking questions like “Who am I?” and “Why are we living here?” However, I distinctly remember when I was given the first answer
Writing this article is not easy for me, but nor was being the son of a medium. I suppose it was the root cause of my skepticism. You establish norms according to the environment you live in, so children’s norms come from their family and their friends.
In a green garden full of white daisies, a small girl picked a daisy and began to tear off its petals one by one, hoping to get the answer “yes” to the crucial question: “Does he love me or not?”
There is an interesting story about a lapis lazuli ring. This family heirloom was given to a four-year-old boy by his grandmother on her deathbed. The ring was in a clay box that had cuneiform writing on the top.
She had been completely stressed the last few days. She faced a wonderful opportunity that could help achieve all her desires.
The story of a spiritual journey, each sentence felt and lived.
Among her birthday presents, she found a box, which she took in a flurry. She was really fond of presents, especially the ones that were carefully selected and reflected the spirit of the giver.
This is a story of past lives which surfaced during one session of a Bridge of Light study.
He stopped suddenly, lowered his head, looked down to a spot thousands of meters beneath the earth as if it were transparent and said, I believe he won’t come anymore.