Morpheus places his hand on Jeb's busy fingers, eyes opened to slits. "Ah, my pretty pseudo elf." He takes labored breath. "is it time at last to express our unrequited feelings?

Life resembles very violent raging thunderstorm exploding with blazing bolts of lightning crashing into the ground lighting it up in return leaving nice beautifully vibrant colorful rainbows in place. Never exactly knowing how and when or what to expect at any time spinning you into whirling’s of vicious circles in wonder meant. Life, can treat you in many wildly different ways making your head spinning into whirling tornados turning everything upside down, inside out making you feel as though you are on a major roller coaster.

He felt entombed and stifled and desperately craved oxygen. He vainly raised the question: Why have you forsaken me?

'Call my mother,' he yelled. He had meant to say: I'm dying. Please call a priest.

The shadowy Presence, who had been in a panic, rushed over to him and, disregarding the fact that it was live, pushed the cable aside.

'You're alive,' the Presence said in breathless tones. 'Mamma's here to help.'

The elevator continued to descend, creating a vacuum. Barnes gasped for breath.

'Breathe in, breathe out,' the Presence urged. She tapped his pulse rapidly with two fingers. 'Come on, you can do it. One, two, three. Breathe in. Mamma's here to help.' ... In his delirium he thought that indeed his mother was here to help. However, in all of Barnes's twenty-nine years of so-called living, his mother had never come so comfortingly close as this.

You call it a near death experience, I call it a near life experience!

É a sensação de rodar, rodar, rodar sem saber exatamente para onde estava indo ou como se já estivesse no céu. Por que eu acredito totalmente que é pra lá que eu vou quando isso for decidido, quando for o momento. Eu não sabia o que estava acontecendo, porque eu não sabia como começou acontecer. Uma tarde de domingo, linda, maravilhosa, um sol belo, azul, 17h. Eu, ahn, ao contrário do que os homens pensam, dirijo muito bem. Porque pra dirigir Rio, São Paulo, Porto Alegre, precisa dirigir muito bem. Não tinha movimento e era incrível, era Domingo, era pra estar lotado de carros vindo da praia. Era verão. Dia 19 de dezembro de 1999, exatamente no dia que minha mãe se tivesse viva, estaria de aniversário. E eu estava muito feliz indo para Santa Isabel, aonde esses amigos maravilhosos numa turnê que eu fiz com terapia sexual e que eles se tornaram amigos íntimos. Estávamos indo eu e minha empresária, minha amiga querida, que hoje é minha amiga querida e não mais empresária, Berenice Lamonica, quando tudo começou a girar, girar, girar e eu disse: "Berenice, segura, nós vamos bater". Nada mais me lembro! Nada mais me lembro! Apenas que sei foram horas e horas e horas e horas de resgate porque pensaram que eu estava realmente morta.

SPIRITUAL BEINGS
“God chooses to co-create with every being. In the spiritual realm, spiritual beings have important assignments within the constraints of divine rules. In other words, spiritual beings are not spending eternity lounging around on clouds.