On my deathbed I was shown what my life would've been like had I absolute confidence in myself. It was a wonderful life quite unlike me anxiety driven misery I'd experienced. This revelation set me in good stead for the next life which would be quite unlike the last one.
I was 44 years old when I died. When I woke I was in the 44-year-old body of a man whose personality evident by a collection of material items in a dwelling were a mystery.
Despite feeling a comfortable familiarity and safety of all that stuff, there was no bond or recollection of the emotional journey by which it had got there. It was amusing, often bewildering and largely with no relevance to who I was now.
I found a mirror, looked in it, shrugged, recognise the weighted been lifted because I was no longer judging anything in the world, no linking causal associations between anything. I left the dwelling and stumbled into a street the same as any other street.
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Notes From The Nether
RandomA collection of my own thoughts and inspirational quotes by other people. 'It is random when it goes in but perhaps it will blend into something of it's own unique flavour.' Said the Actress to the Bishop. "Said the Actress to the Bishop" is a The...
