I called on another avatar with a hashtag in his name who I remembered from a few events in the past. I asked him what the discussion brought up for him and he was right on it without missing a beat. Said that he’d been here before and he liked coming to listen to other people’s perspectives, other ideas he wouldn’t be aware of any other way. He’d heard people share things before he hadn’t imagined.

He mentioned, for himself, he really doesn’t fear death at all because he worked it out when he was younger, when his best friend died. And then he was back to broadening his views. Said it so well.

When I was through, I said, wow, maybe you just slipped the Key to the Mystery of Life in there without much fanfare — back when you said you worked out death when your friend died. You said that in, like, one sentence.

Can you talk about how you managed to do that?

He paused just a beat, then went all-in. Told us he gave up on everything. Just dropped off the earth. Was miserable and didn’t want to let go of it ever. And then I had a dream one night, he said. I met my friend, he was there, right there with me. He said he was OK. I should let go.

I woke up the next morning totally different, totally rejuvenated, he said, somewhat matter of factly. It was obvious to any of us listening. You could hear the clarity in his voice.

The Pink One was fidgeting and I gave her the mic. That’s just how it was for me, she said, with passion in her southern accent. I had not dreamed once, not once, for two years, she said. Just complete darkness, nothing else. And I am an artist, I see visions, but in my dreams since the day my mother died, not one thing.

Then there it was, there she was. And I felt like things were beginning. That’s all I can say.

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Source: https://arvrjourney.com/whyd-you-call-it-death-q-a-a322083ff8eb?source=rss—-d01820283d6d—4