Dead people are cool. They float around in heaven and go to school there. They take classes with the Archangel Michael, and pursue advanced studies with the Lord. They grow in wisdom and prepare for their next incarnation on earth.
November 2 is All Souls Day, the holiday in celebration of the dead. There are no special deals on cars on All Souls Day. There is no commercial hype that has been building for months in anticipation of All Souls Day. There are just a bunch of dead people approaching people on earth, ready to interact with them if they want.
I know a few dead people. I'll probably be thinking of them on All Souls Day, as I sometimes try to think of them on other days as well. I expect that if I'm lucky I might have an especially keen awareness that these folks are seeking out my company.
If I detect a ghost of someone I knew on earth I'm going to try to be civil. Just as I tried to keep things manageable with these guys when they had earthly bodies I'm going to try to do so now, too. I don't want any trouble with phantoms any more than with physical forms.
My dead friends and former kin are reconfiguring and calibrating themselves within the crucible of the Lord. They're burning away all their shortcomings as best they can, and anticipating a better time on earth when they return. It's my job, and the job of others so-inclined, to try to see that when these people return to earth they are able to read in the historic record that someone named Dick Cheney was exposed as a false-flag architect: that is to say, someone who enjoyed staging fake terrorist attacks on his country in order to blame it on someone he wished to invade. Likewise, these people who are dead in heaven now will undoubtedly be much happier upon their return to earth to learn that a sinister plot to manipulate world currencies through central banks had been foiled. Someone of god-like status had once walked the earth, by the name of Ron Paul, and he and his associates had worked diligently to ensure that humanity possessed a sound currency system. God bless Ron Paul and all the work he has done for the living and the dead.
A German hippie I know named Anja told me that All Souls Day is the time of the year when the veils between worlds grows thin. This allows the living and dead to commune in the solemn festival of All Souls Day. May All Souls Day 2009 be a very special time in which numerous dead people everywhere make a special concerted effort to express their appreciation and give their encouragement in any way possible to Ron Paul and other tireless workers for the realization of fiscal sanity on earth. Likewise, may people living on earth in bodies of clay extend their gaze upwards and earnestly yearn for the immanent incarnation of large numbers of people able to help bring justice and reason to the world through assisting in the abolition of central banking from every last den and foxhole on earth.
Regardless of how much progress happens in terms of social betterment on earth this All Souls Day, I know it's going to be a fun time for everybody. The advertisers are scared speechless by the holiday, and nobody's going to have to listen to their screeching. A pregnant stillness steals upon the earth now as the truth of immortality quietly announces itself to all who crane their ears to the language of the wind.
November 2 is All Souls Day, the holiday in celebration of the dead. There are no special deals on cars on All Souls Day. There is no commercial hype that has been building for months in anticipation of All Souls Day. There are just a bunch of dead people approaching people on earth, ready to interact with them if they want.
I know a few dead people. I'll probably be thinking of them on All Souls Day, as I sometimes try to think of them on other days as well. I expect that if I'm lucky I might have an especially keen awareness that these folks are seeking out my company.
If I detect a ghost of someone I knew on earth I'm going to try to be civil. Just as I tried to keep things manageable with these guys when they had earthly bodies I'm going to try to do so now, too. I don't want any trouble with phantoms any more than with physical forms.
My dead friends and former kin are reconfiguring and calibrating themselves within the crucible of the Lord. They're burning away all their shortcomings as best they can, and anticipating a better time on earth when they return. It's my job, and the job of others so-inclined, to try to see that when these people return to earth they are able to read in the historic record that someone named Dick Cheney was exposed as a false-flag architect: that is to say, someone who enjoyed staging fake terrorist attacks on his country in order to blame it on someone he wished to invade. Likewise, these people who are dead in heaven now will undoubtedly be much happier upon their return to earth to learn that a sinister plot to manipulate world currencies through central banks had been foiled. Someone of god-like status had once walked the earth, by the name of Ron Paul, and he and his associates had worked diligently to ensure that humanity possessed a sound currency system. God bless Ron Paul and all the work he has done for the living and the dead.
A German hippie I know named Anja told me that All Souls Day is the time of the year when the veils between worlds grows thin. This allows the living and dead to commune in the solemn festival of All Souls Day. May All Souls Day 2009 be a very special time in which numerous dead people everywhere make a special concerted effort to express their appreciation and give their encouragement in any way possible to Ron Paul and other tireless workers for the realization of fiscal sanity on earth. Likewise, may people living on earth in bodies of clay extend their gaze upwards and earnestly yearn for the immanent incarnation of large numbers of people able to help bring justice and reason to the world through assisting in the abolition of central banking from every last den and foxhole on earth.
Regardless of how much progress happens in terms of social betterment on earth this All Souls Day, I know it's going to be a fun time for everybody. The advertisers are scared speechless by the holiday, and nobody's going to have to listen to their screeching. A pregnant stillness steals upon the earth now as the truth of immortality quietly announces itself to all who crane their ears to the language of the wind.
I wish I had seen this on All Souls' Day!
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