I don't recall any smart phones on the "other side". Didn't need a pacemaker or defibulater either. In fact, technology was all already contained within. Travel was thought and lighter and easier than ever. I thought and it was. I reinjured my body wants I asked how do I get back there, and in so asking of course with deep yearning and desire. My return seemed instantaneous, however the last thing I remember kind of was falling down the steps and now I was already at the hospital. I knew what was coming and I prepared to the best of my ability to do ready to make my adventure back if I could be so granted. So now I pray my heart behaves. I already knew this but it could not be justified until certain symptoms showed up and were captured electronically. I was right for 22 years. I needed a pacemaker and I knew it from long long ago just in my heart of hearts. But what would a patient know about themselves? I'm the patient who has never been wrong. You were the Doctor Who has never always been perfectly correct. And in between we heal a partner over that which tries to make this stay a little shorter.
I didn't have visions of my texting life flash before my eyes and death. I also did not have visions of Facebook. New Visions of being busy at work at my computer.
I've got to get back soon. Excuse me again as I re-depart for life. It's a pretty good fight trying to get back in... you know there is no guarantee too... but if you want it enough, fighting for it comes easy.
The struggle is always real.
There is after life and there is no struggle there, but you will be alone in perfect pitch blackness, not a voice or noise yo be truly heard but your thoughts alone.
I may be getting erased and dis-connected from the cloud, ripped apart jetted and thrown out, matter through a black hole... again.
I Am Program
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