This Spiritual Art Fiction unfolds like a whispered testament from the unseen realms… a sacred reflection on the nature of being that transcends the confines of flesh and time.
The soul’s journey is neither linear nor confined, it pulses with the rhythms of rebirth and reunion, carrying the weightless grace of telepathic whispers and the tender touch of ethereal presence.
This poem invites you to inhabit a liminal space where boundaries dissolve, and the eternal essence of love and spirit shimmer with quiet brilliance…
To listen with more than ears…
To witness the profound mystery that weaves all life into an endless, luminous embrace.
To read this Spiritual Art Fiction is to enter a sacred meditation…
Eternal Spirit:
Life After Death
Our spirit is eternal and cannot die,
denying it, is a lie.
Remaining in the astral realm among us,
it’s true, don’t discuss.
Until a new baby body is found,
for the next physical round.
For the next re-looping cycle,
question what is written in the bible.
They are without the physical body, otherwise the same,
and will be re-born under a new name.
They hear you when you talk,
and are next to you when you walk.
Be quiet and hear what they have to say,
in a telepathic way.
They can sleep next to you in the night,
and sit around you in the daylight.
They can lovingly hold your hand,
while walking without footsteps next to you in the sand.
You can even be affectionate with each other,
in deep love united with one another.
The physical body is just a tool,
while your essence/your spirit is the energetic fuel.
It is like a piece of clothes that you wear and drop,
in the next lifeline it is being swapped.
Until they are free and able to return home,
out of the physical recycling zone.
That they fly home,
in their almighty spiritual form.
Beyond physical death, true love remains,
surviving all hurricanes.
Spirit love is everlasting and unique,
like two swans in the golden creek.
Spirit of White, France, 01.11.2023