Hello, bonjour, hola', whatever your place of origin, it matters not to me. To me, you're all the same. You see differences in yourselves, and yet, when I finally get to see you, face to face, you are all the same. The same white whisp of what was once a human being. It matters not who you were when you were breathing and had no real idea of what was to become of you when you passed. Evil or good, warrior or civilian, peasent or king, you all end up in the same state of being, or what you would call a soul. You all end up in the same after life with me and my father, carefully watching over your movements.
My father often laughs at your idea of things, such as the cruel and foreboding image that you give him. I don't see why you do this either, as he is just the sender and not the deliverer. He cannot predict your deaths and he cannot affect the out come of a situation that happens on the mortal plane, as much as he wishes to sometimes. All he can do is watch and wait for your destruction, whether it be soft and fading, sudden and undetected, or harsh and painstakingly slow.
So when death comes knocking on your door, and you have finally been pulled away from your mortal body and into the "middle", please do not be frightened of him and I. We are just here to guide you to your eternal home. We cannot hurt you, no matter how much we may want to. We are just here to help you and make you comfortable with the idea of death as most souls lose the memory of their past life. Even hilter was babbling along like a confused and scared child when we first met him, unaware of what he had done to literally millions of innocent people, guilty only of not agreeing with his spiritual beliefs.
However, there is one thing my father can do to you, once you are in his possesion. Even though Hitler had been asking and asking who he was, my father had not spoken a word to him, and had intructed me to do the same. He was at the point of begging when we got to the spirtual plane and, still, my father had said nothing to him. all he did was point him in the direction of where he was to go and stood there like that untill hitler finally moved into the land of the dead.
I asked my father why he had told him nothing and he simply told me that some souls do not deserve to know the truth. That soul still floats and bobs around, seemingly pacing back and forth and pondering. It seems confused and dazed, still trying to figure out what it once was and what it had done with its life. Forever wondering around in the dark, searching for a light or a way out. On the other hand my father loves to talk to souls who had affected another life in a positive way. He tells them everything and anything about their past life, and the souls seem quite contempt with what their life was before.
So now I come to you and reach to you in an attempt to change your afterlife. I give you, not only a warning, but a message. Make good with your life and be an honest person. Even the little things can change the life of someone and the after life of your own being. And remember, my father is always watching.
And so am I.
