How Precious Is Life - the Ultimate Question
There will be a test, three questions, my spirit guide told me. I heard the first one upon entering the astral plane. “Who did you love?”
A fuzzy gate was less than ten feet away, gleaming like the brightest white sun ever made, I had to shade my eyes. I could barely see.
Everyone, I thought. I loved everyone. My traitorous heart laughed. It began showing me a series of photos, of everyone I had stopped loving, or given up on, or cast aside. I gasped. Would this mean they would not let me in?
A second question immediately flew into my head. “Who did you help?” My mind went completely blank. My heart began beating loudly and irregularly. I pictured myself in the bowls of hell, and expected to be there in two seconds.
An angel who looked more like Mother Theresa than Mother Theresa walked toward me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and said “Rest”. I felt an immediate almost overwhelming love, an indescribable, absolute all-knowing God-love, and I fell onto a cloud, my eyes shut, safe.
When I awoke I heard the final question, and I knew it was the real one. “How precious is life?” As precious as love, my spirit-soul answered. The only reason we agree to live another earth life, the ONLY REASON we agree to live another human life is so that we can experience the most precious things with our most precious and revered soul-people, who are our “real” precious things.
The gates flew open.
Colors I had forgotten and souls I remembered only in my dreams were standing to greet me and hug me and love me and sooth me.
I was the prodigal daughter, and I was home!
Written 10-08-2018 Contest: How Precious is Life?
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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