So I decided to take a go on my own, no one around, just me and the apartment.
I started with music: Sasha, Oakey, etc. And then things started to change. I went straight to the computer. I always have Word open and on this particular trip I found myself writing about an alternate afterlife.
Summary: There is no heaven or hell in the conventional sense, only through the life of thought and memory. If you were good to people when alive, when you die, a good memory resonates every time they think of you. Same with being mean. Thus, your afterlife exists in thought, in memories. In a cohesive, flowing existence--eternally.
I then proceeded to reach clairvoyance with regard to the future of my loved ones. I knew everything that was going to happen to them, good and bad.
Finally, as I closed my eyes, I saw a lady. Youthful in clothing, she was clearly trying to hold on to her dying youth. The type of parent you might have ran into that always competed with her children in hippness and such.
Altogether, I found that this experience was like none I've ever had.
Where's your head?
I started with music: Sasha, Oakey, etc. And then things started to change. I went straight to the computer. I always have Word open and on this particular trip I found myself writing about an alternate afterlife.
Summary: There is no heaven or hell in the conventional sense, only through the life of thought and memory. If you were good to people when alive, when you die, a good memory resonates every time they think of you. Same with being mean. Thus, your afterlife exists in thought, in memories. In a cohesive, flowing existence--eternally.
I then proceeded to reach clairvoyance with regard to the future of my loved ones. I knew everything that was going to happen to them, good and bad.
Finally, as I closed my eyes, I saw a lady. Youthful in clothing, she was clearly trying to hold on to her dying youth. The type of parent you might have ran into that always competed with her children in hippness and such.
Altogether, I found that this experience was like none I've ever had.
Where's your head?
