I Drank Tea in December

Written by Arthur Zulu

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January 10, 2005. I sat down to read a letter from home. And then camerepparttar sentence: “The juju priest who said you will die in December died that very month and has been buried.” That was when I knewrepparttar 122139 reason forrepparttar 122140 distress call in December. I had been required to come and to make sacrifices to impotent gods to survive December. Pityrepparttar 122141 “authoritative,” “all knowing” juju priest. Didn’t know that death is everywhere. Didn’t know that he was prophesying his own death. Didn’t know that I was enjoying my tea way back in December. Equivocation.

Mohandas Gandhi said: “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you would live forever.” That has been my guiding principle. Who is afraid of death? Someone said “the tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.” What matters inrepparttar 122142 end is not how long we live. But “it’srepparttar 122143 life in your years, said Abraham Lincoln. Sorepparttar 122144 question that we should ask ourselves is, How would I be remembered? Not a few people care if they were remembered for vileness. But even if you were known in your lifetime for some spectacular achievement, it adds to nothing.

Ifrepparttar 122145 Bible were a book of epitaphs,repparttar 122146 second verse of Ecclesiastes is dear to my heart. It simply states: “The greatest vanity! Everything is vanity!” And that’srepparttar 122147 dinkum oil.

As we take our tea, with DD Phil and Val K happy that their controversial writer is still alive,repparttar 122148 fact remains that we must die of something someday. And if my people supposing I was dead had wept over me and buried my effigy, I will haverepparttar 122149 singular honor or infamy of being mourned and buried twice.

Yet it is good to be alive.

So even if I were to pass on tomorrow, let it be known thatrepparttar 122150 priest LIED. I drank tea in December.

Arthur Zulu is an editor, book reviewer, and author of Chasing Shadows!, How to Write a Best-seller, A Letter to Noah, and many other works. For his works and FREE help for writers, goto: http://controversialwriter.tripod.com Mailto: controversialwriter@yahoo.com Web search: Arthur Zulu

Arthur Zulu is an editor, author, and book reviewer.

Aftermath of a Child’s Near Death Experience

Written by RobinRenee Bridges

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Frequentlyrepparttar people I saw were “dead” relatives. I knew they couldn’t really be “dead” because they looked too alive. They were beautiful and luminous. They were happy and active. There was nothing “dead” about them.

Today I see that all living things pulsate with energy and movement, light and color. The people that I see tell me that I still can’t seerepparttar 122138 complete picture. My physical eyes see only three primary colors in a world of a million primary colors. They tell me that when I drop my body and pass throughrepparttar 122139 veil, I will be able to see all these colors that are now hidden from me. And I will hearrepparttar 122140 colors and feel them too.

They tell me that leaving this world is like passing from one room into another room, and that there is not one moment of unconsciousness. Even though a physical body may be unconscious atrepparttar 122141 moment of death,repparttar 122142 soul is conscious and totally aware of what is happening. The soul gently coachesrepparttar 122143 body to let go of it.

They tell me thatrepparttar 122144 physical world andrepparttar 122145 spirit world are one world. We’re not able to see it becauserepparttar 122146 physical senses are a barrier between this world andrepparttar 122147 real world. There is no separation betweenrepparttar 122148 two worlds inrepparttar 122149 same way that our world is not separated fromrepparttar 122150 world of a fetus in its mother’s womb. The fetus cannot seerepparttar 122151 world of its family that exists all around it, but it’s there.

Whenrepparttar 122152 silver cord detaches and we droprepparttar 122153 body, we will be able to see clearly how all this exists together. We will seerepparttar 122154 angelic creatures called Joy and Exaltation as they enfold us while we translate fromrepparttar 122155 gross earthly flesh into our radiant and tangible spirit body. They tell me that I cannot imagine, even in my wildest dreams, how exquisiterepparttar 122156 experience is.

Copyright 2005 RobinRenee Bridges

RobinRenee Bridges has been a chaplain and officer in The Sanctuary for more than thirty years. She is the author of “A Bridge of Love between Heaven and Earth: Self-Induced Contact in the Afterlife.” For more articles about death, dying, and the afterlife visit her web site at: http://www.spirit-sanctuary.org

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