But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.

My dreams are all follies.

I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.

Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.

If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?

There will be no peace in the tormented world, only a programmed and systematic series of wars and calamities-until the plotters have gained their objective: an exhausted world willing to submit to a PLANNED Marxist economy and total and meek ENSLAVEMENT-in the name of PEACE.