MICHAEL WALSH. ‘You are not going on your own, nor will you be on your own. You are and always will be in just the other room.
‘We will follow you. We will join you after our fleeting mortality, which is only a passing thing for a purpose; that is all.
You are not the first to return to the in-between life, and you will not be the last.
‘Here or there is an irrelevancy. We remain together as a link, the link that you made in a chain that mortality cannot break.
‘The mortal loss is temporary, togetherness is eternal. There is no such thing as finality, only transformation, which is to be welcomed as without it we cannot experience immortality.’
Love of one’s folk is not a museum piece; it is a living sensation. Cultural roots are an evocation of the past, it is a memory of the present, a reminder of the future.
Folk is sensuality; it is a love affair with your own kind that knows no death, a romance that experiences transformation and telepathic reincarnation.
Death is nothing at all
Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Call me by the old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name forever be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.’~ Anonymous.
Reincarnation: ‘He saw all these forms and faces in a thousand relationships become newly born. Each one was mortal, a passionate, painful example of all that is transitory. Yet none of them died, they only changed, were always reborn, continually had a new face: only time stood between one face and another.’ ~ German-Swiss Poet Herman Hesse 1877-1962. Let readers know what you think.
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Michael Walsh Stories and Books 
Pappy doesn’t attend funerals and considers them as travelling.
Love for kin and folk runs deep.
My favorite part of NSDAP besides Uncle Adi.
Something nation wreckers and cosmopolitan globalists will never have.
The best laid Tower of Babel II plans of mice and men.
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It’s an interesting concept, sadly the world events of the last six years, especially, have made me very skeptical and seeing the works of ppl like Adam Green, Seethroughitall, etc. and the gnostics really have the zeitgeist of today, when people are at an all time high suspicious of any power doing anything for the benefit of the masses really makes things like NDE’s seem like the Archon traps and Demiurge(sp). Not to be skeptical, but it seems an all seeing all powerful entity would have included us with better tools for learning/dealing with each other here on earth. Then upon death the alluring way the NDE’s seem to dangle all the things a person would seemingly want to be reconnected with, dangling the carrot before the stick of a supposed contract you signed in a past life that you dont recall and have to be recycled again, seems very much like the way a certain group makes their sales pitch “see here, in this book we wrote says our god gave this land to us, and you have to bless and serve us, even though we think you’re animals”. or to put in a comical way as Lisa said in the Simpons when Maude questioned the amount of sugar/health of Fruit Punch to give to her kids “why would the fruit punch advisory board give us bad advice?” It’s just my jaded opinion, hopefully its like Jack;s character in “As Good as it Gets” says “good times, noodle salad” XD
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