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Picture Credits:
Before you read this, please read, “The Train.”
I fell into a slumber; once I’d paid my fare. The vast distances traveled have left me tired and confused. But now I am awake. I am rejuvenated, for I have reached the station, the station that everyone reaches at the end and the beginning. I am at home where I belong!
It is warm in this platform; just as I thought it would be. The sun is smiling at me, the stars are singing to me. Everyone is happily and joyfully alive, with the glory and wisdom of the Almighty.
Everyone is thirty three years old, here at the station. I read this in one of Gloria Brown’s books; I don’t remember which one it was. But it is true! No one ages here. Everyone is the age of Jesus Christ, before his crucifixion. At the molecular level, the cells regenerate automatically. It is an ongoing process, nothing ever dies and since space is unlimited, there is no crowdedness.
There is an immeasurable number of souls here, happy, lovingly cordial and beautiful. The train that brought me here is different now. It no longer seems sluggish, old or faded. It arrived at the station with a huge explosion, the breaking sound of time continuum. Seemingly out of nowhere, it appeared, jolting all its passengers with the essence of life itself. The train has a new paint job now, silver and gold are its colors. The seats are new, made of a material that I have never seen or heard before, a material that adjusts to the passenger’s silhouette, lulling one into a deep and comfortable slumber.
At the station, my name is being called I hear them out loud; their voices are clearly audible, even from afar. They are whispering to me and I can hear their whisper now. They’re telling me to turn around, to take the train again. This is what they were trying to tell me before, while I was on my way, but I could not hear them. I am confused. I don’t know why I must go back. I don’t want to go back. I like it here. This is my station. I’ve never left it! It is my home and I’ve returned, to be with my loved ones, from millennia.
I’ll be back soon, I’m told. This was not supposed to have happened. I made a mistake in my chart and wrote the wrong date. I made the mistake when I wrote out my contract. The mistake appears in the chart as a mistake, but it was purposely done by me, as a temporary way out, whenever I needed a breather. It is commonly done in contracts. Hence, the so much reported out of body and near-death experiences. I must go back and finish my contract.
The train will sit there and wait for those who must return. Meanwhile, I’ll take a few seconds to breathe the fresh, unpolluted and vigorous air that fills everyone’s lungs, here. I will climb the highest peaks; with a leap of my mind. I’ll succumb to the depths of the oceans that encircle this lovely place, unparalleled oceans that for ever in my mind reside. Thank God for this breather! For now I must go back to that awful and heavy planet that weighs me down. I must continue to educate myself in this lonely and pitiful place we call Home, the place most commonly know as, Earth!
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