those experiences, lives, places, stories in which from time to time I realize myself. Long could not find the answer, that this. How is it that life goes not only"here". Why after you die in the body "here" (and this happens to me often), you feel a tremendous delight of liberation, liberation, you feel the way home… And the way home is always beautiful, emotional, easy and filled with happiness. Especially great feel on the way home when you know that" your County " was not useless and brought the expected results. At some point, it became obvious that the Soul leaves the body, returning home. And home Souls in the world of the absolute, where the conversation of souls in "the parable". It is quite difficult to describe this place, but each of you feels it at a certain moment. Sometimes at the moment of falling asleep, sometimes, and not every time going to bed. But always when a person dies. Outwardly, it is not always like what is in Reality, because the subpersonality of a person understands his end and she admits it is not very pleasant. She is inciting through the mind of the person that I am YOU that I am your body… but at a time when these temporary attributes lose their power and might, the person is fully aware of who he is. Oh, that sense of flying, that sense of goodness that can't be compared to anything. I very well understand the indignation of those who still managed to return from the dead by the doctors. For in man's conception, the return to life is the return to hell from Paradise. I admit that many people find it difficult to understand. Ah as same, after all here his beloved children, parents, wife or husband, dog or a, friends, can be wealth or power… but all this becomes so unimportant when a person is fully aware of who he Really is… It turns out that children, parents and all the expensive and favorite environment, familiar to man – this is one small moment… so small that it does not exist, compared to the eternity of where the Soul dwells. Her world. The world of the absolute.
