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Who Would Come to Get Me?

I wondered who would come to get me. Would it be Jesus? The Big Man himself? Maybe Archangel Michael. I have had this ridiculous death rattle for three days. It is time to get up there! I keep guessing. Elvis? Johnny Cash? Tina Turner? My favorites who have gone before me. There is a loud honking now. I look out my window. There is a huge Volkswagon Hippie Bus. Arms are waving! I leave my body and land inside. With Jesus, Archangel Michael, Elvis, Johnny Cash, and Tina Turner. There is a stranger too. Who are you? I ask him. Your main spirit guide he says. We were afraid you were going to guess Nine more people, so we had to get you quickly!

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