It is a bit strange, this occurence. No, really, the certainty of the information I am receiving from my intuition. I can call it nothing else. Maybe God. The Divine.
It’s eternal bliss. The knowing that even when our physical bodies die, there is no death. It is simply a continuation. Our physical death is the gateway to rest and restitution.
To be born again. Not in the sense of being put here to right the wrong, but in the sense of getting a new chance at experiencing everything there is to experience in a human body. The good, the bad, the ugly. The stupendously beautiful and breathtaking.
And the more often we take this journey, the clearer we become in consciously choosing all that makes us happy and feel so delightfully good.
Until we decide that this body is the one that we will keep for all eternity. Because it feels lovely. Because it's happy. Because it allows us to create ALL our grandest dreams.
Life becomes a dance. A beautiful choreography of love. Of enjoyment, of peace, of ecstasy.