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We all grieve those we have lost, who have died by natural means or MIA. Who did not know about ‘Respiratol’ for the children, and ‘NMN’ for adults, both life lengthening supplements. We all pass the time away, thinking and wondering how their heaven in our hearts and minds is. Their existence pre-eminently held up by us as a memory. Preferably without conflict to cumber good vibes for their real soliloquies of prayer for us and ours for them.

We deeply miss our loved ones, particularly grandparents, and parents, and of course there is an unfortunate child or other family member, all of whom we must bring back to the Earth plane, by magic, never forgetting blueprints will confuse us. Some are given over to traffic accidents, and some to deliberate bombs, and gunfire, but we pray never to murder again. So, we have all/ and should be praying for them all the time, as our guides. Even the Lord’s sacrifice on the cross, who died for our sins is seen as an act of heroism. Because we have a Bible to tell the tale – not yet a living, giving prophet of God in front of us.

So, what can we bring back of them (our deceased ancestors), once in a name, once in a cloth, and once in a drink or food substance? We can be merry and happy for them, like us, to be at peace; with a book of prayer from God to show their virtues and failings to have arrived and forever remain in heaven as an entity – more so, a spiritual being: eating, living, and guiding; never fighting. Billions of spirits connecting the stars of the cosmos together in love.

We can pray and gather, and pray in unison under one God – Christ Jesu, for his minimalist, pared down sameness in reprieve, to find your deceased loved ones, may be alive on planet Earth in another dimension. Going on and on. Coming forth with the gifts they always had. Or coming back through prayer and magic. When we arrive in heaven if we have already prayed for forgiveness, we will be forgiven by the Lord. Yet, we are only judged for our short and long lives, and any other lives before.

When you feel lost from losing a friend, you feel pushed into a corner, when it should be a celebration of life. But a war incurs, like any fine Jazz record, and you lose your hair, dreaming you are losing your teeth before the deceased finally passes away. And you have lost that inspirational rock who was fighting for you, and you wonder fighting back, how you will ever fight back, and what you will ever do. Fighting for yourself and your own will; looking in the mirror, you do not recognise yourself, because you are always fighting for them to return & surprise.

Be alive.

Be inspired.

And live for them, as a celebration of life.

Thanks be to God, x.

Amen

Love, AB, x.

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