05-10-2013, 06:41 AM
When you die, you go through a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel is a small beacon of light. As you go nearer and nearer to the light, you start to step on a very cloudy place.
As you walk, the steps become more hotter and hotter, more radiant with love. Except it is so loving, it washing away all your sins, you become whiter than white. All the bad things you do, goes away. It is irrelevant, does not matter.
All mistakes you made are just learning lessons to see yourself. There are no mistakes but lessons you learn.
One day I hope to be part of the welcoming party but that is not for me to choose.
As you walk, the steps become more hotter and hotter, more radiant with love. Except it is so loving, it washing away all your sins, you become whiter than white. All the bad things you do, goes away. It is irrelevant, does not matter.
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The second class of those who ward this process are those of the Confederation who have the honor/duty of standing in the small places at the edge of the steps of light/love so that those entities being harvested will not, no matter how confused or unable to make contact with their higher self, stumble and fall away for any reason other than the strength of the light. These Confederation entities catch those who stumble and set them aright so that they may continue into the light.
All mistakes you made are just learning lessons to see yourself. There are no mistakes but lessons you learn.
One day I hope to be part of the welcoming party but that is not for me to choose.