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I recently had a reading with a sweet, young lady. She asked me if I believed in Heaven. I told he I believed in the physical world and the spiritual world. She then wanted to know what I thought about hell. I told her that I didn’t believe in such things. She smiled and said,” Me too.”
Growing up in the church people were always telling you what to believe. I have always felt that a loving God would not put conditions on dying and returning to the spirit world. That just doesn’t make sense to me. Somehow, I feel that the real world is the hell.
I sit down to write. What I plan on writing comes out completely different. Is it a coincidence? A phrase keeps popping into my mind. Is it a coincidence?
I’ve learned not to question or try to skirt around it. It’s better to just go with it. That’s the idea. Is that a coincidence?
There has been a lot of death and dying around me over the last year or two. It’s troublesome but, I understand it.
Death is one of the hardest most difficult life situations to handle. A person’s life has a beginning and an end. Unfortunately, a person’s departure is not always when we would have liked or expected it to be. It is never easy to understand when it’s a child but, never-the-less, it’s their time, period.
A man just happens to be with his best friend when the police arrive to tell him that his daughter had died in a horrific car accident. Is that a coincidence?
A woman takes her last breath only after her husband leaves her side for a brief moment. Or a woman waits for her family to arrive to be at her side to say their last goodbye. Is that a coincidence?