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Death No Thank You

Have you ever received an invitation from Death. I did because someone in the home office overlooked that I had died once. I died last year and I did not like it. No one greeted me and there was no music playing over the loud speakers. Wherever my body want after jumping off that flying carpet was poorly lit. No streets lights or directional signs that pointed up or down or right or left. Unlike Dorothy in the land of Oz I had no road map or guides to lead me. The Unified Field I found myself in was dark and void like a Black Hole. But where all things were possible and it was up to my imagination to do whatever it was that I wanted to do or not. There was no time and no light and no physical matter to speak of but only my consciousnesses and that split into many dimensions. I saw myself watching my other self and speak to my other self that was speaking to myself that had inhabit that body that I had left when I died. Me and I and we spoke telepathic and made a decision to return back to that old physical body because it really was not time to take the next step. So when the office of Death finally caught up with me when I came back to life and said that they were sorry but my account had expired. I laugh at the agent of Death and said too late I have paid my the price that was due and when my time comes again I will consider my options.

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