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Tituli Sepulcrales
🕑 Added 2024-01-12 23:44:05 +0000 UTCA few days ago, someone close to my friend passed away. Life... What is life, after all? We appear here for a moment, just a blink in the history of the entire world. Sometimes we come with a mission, hungry for change - we want power, money, we want to achieve something, sometimes we want to destroy or create something. But what are we but a meager pile of ashes that can barely think?
A few days before the funeral, I dreamt that I recited a poem to the parents of the deceased. Today, my friend asked me if I know any beautiful poems, any epitaphs, because the parents can't come up with anything.
I didn't know this person at all. I only knew that she was someone's aunt with Alzheimer's. And yet, the words that came to me in the dream pierced the hearts of all who heard them.
"Death is not permanent. The body passes, so the soul and thoughts can be captured by life again."
Those were the words that came to me, and those were the words I conveyed. Why? Why did I dream this right now, in this order, at this moment? Why is life so incomprehensible? How to explain it? Let a scientist come, a sage, let someone's God come. I want to know the reason.
But I will never know the reasons. Just like you, probably, will never know the reasons for your unexplained mysteries.
Maybe that's how it's supposed to be... I have a theory... Maybe people in the world confuse life with the soul. Maybe the fact that our bodies live, move, have their desires is one thing, but deep inside us, there is a flow of time, a flow of the soul that relentlessly parasitizes on successive bodies because it has something to understand. Something to do.
Something to experience. And ultimate death.
Today, very philosophically. The Temple of Lust is on the home stretch; I think I'll post it tomorrow. If you want to share your thoughts, feel free to write here in the comments or in the inbox. I'll be glad to hear them.
Goodnight, my beloved black sheep!
Comments
Odin 69
Sometimes the right words come at the wrong times.
StarSeed777
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Steven ecklund
It's not unheard of, my wife is a medium, I have no doubt whatsoever that we are more than a physical body. She also writes poetry.... Coincidence, or channeling? You may or may not be aware of what spiritual interactions go on even when things seem all too normal* reality is full of hidden works😁
Suddfer
Here are both of the videos: https://youtu.be/XXW6y8TkUW8?si=d_lejzQI64hT1qK2 https://youtu.be/tOfQuOYwZp0?si=gob8I_4amJENKvTf Edit: Wanted to reply but accidentally posted another comment.
Thunderbolt94
Thank you for sharing. Stories like these make me reflect, and even for a moment, make me believe that we are more than just bags of flesh. I wonder what others think about it? Feel free to share your video through the link if you'd like; I have no objections.
Suddfer
This is a weird coincidence, I just finished an hour long video of a guy talking about surviving the biggest mass shooting of US history in LA. After the shooting stopped he later found out that his last close friend died because of the shooting, before all of that he had another one of his close friends pass away and he felt devistated that it happened again, he asked if there was reason for his friend to have died and for him to live. His friend who died in the shooting had a family and was said to have a bright future after becoming a cop and the guy in the video who survived compared himself to him as being nothing, just a survivor who was going to be forgotten later through time. The whole video was very emotional and sad to listen to because of what he had to go through but it seemed that he got better after a few years. I surprisingly found out that he was in another video after a few months, he said to have turned to Satanism and believes in it which I found fascinating, maybe him surviving led to this for a reason? I am not that great when it comes to discussing about things like this, I think I may have missed the point of this post but I wanted to share this anyways.
