I asked myself, if there really is a God?

Hello world. The following was written 12/08/2014.

On the journey there are many experiences we have which seem to repeat themselves, over and over until we recognize those repeating patterns and ask ourselves what it is we are experiencing and why we keep experiencing it. On my own journey I have experienced death, many times. It is a pattern which has repeated itself, since I was born.

There have been a handful of death experiences, which have stayed with me. Those experiences were when I would be outside of my body, watching what was happening to my body as others worked frantically on me, to bring me back to life. Then there are those experiences which left me dependent on those around me, for my very survival. It is in those moments we find ourselves faced, with what we are and have been choosing for ourselves to believe, so Be.

Standing, looking down at my body as the P.E. teacher is giving me CPR. Hearing the thoughts in her mind and her mumbled words, as she works frantically to get me breathing again of, “Please baby, breath, just breath for me. Damn it breath. Come on baby breath for me.” All while administering, CPR to me.

Laying back down in my body and opening my eyes to see her heart felt tears. I could feel her love as she worked on me. Her love is what pulled me back into my body, more than anything. I was free to go right then, and I chose to come back and continue. This was my choice to be here and continue to live out, what was and is my life.