Mm – In the Wrong Hands

It’s hard understanding the action taken so far. I questioned him, “Hey! That’s not the way to respond to him! Let him be. He must have been f… up. Can’t you see. He’s upset and stressed up. Just let him be. You don’t have to react to this anger”

As hard as I tried, I couldn’t got it through to him. For many years now, he had reacted to the environment, enjoying the happy moments and suffered during difficult times. In either case, his blood pressure would shoot up each time he reacts to those moments. His various body elements would react to help strike a balance.

I cried ever so often “Come home. Come home. You’ll find the peace. You’ll find the tranquility needed to sense the joy and the art of living well!”

In that fateful day, he over-reacted and had a heart-attack and a stroke. Within seconds, he faded and came home rushing towards the brilliant white light. Then he felt the peace and tranquility as he met up with me, his mind …. I knew it was too late…too late to let him realized that we’re one but the physical being is in the wrong hand. He died. I moved on to find the next re-birth, hopefully in the right hand this time.