I chose to come back and continue my journey.

Hello world. The following was written 1/12/2017.

A brother shared, “I really died. Haven’t i.”

My response, “You may have died and decided to continue on here. I know I have multiple times in this life. My first time starting at 9–10 months old. The second at two, three, four, five, nine, and so on. The last full on one I remember was when I was around 25 or 26. I had an asthma attack and keeled over on the floor. My son was 4 or 5 and we had just gone over calling 911 and how to open the bolts and chains on the door.

As my body laid there on the floor I watched and directed my son on what to do from outside of my body. He could see my ghostly body. He called 911 and got the door open for the medics and officers. As they worked on me he sat there staring at me across my body. I nodded and smiled at him as I stepped onto my body and began to lay down in it. I mouthed I love you just as I slipped back in. A few moments later they revived me. I was gone for almost 5 minutes.

I chose to come back and continue my journey here each time I have died. Each time I have learned something new about myself, this world, and everyone in it. So if you did leave and decide to come back brother, I thank you for your dedication in being of service to yourself and Humanity. Blessings on your journey brother. Hugs and love.”

Throughout life we come and go at will and do not even realize that we do so. In our youthful vigor we dash and dance from one…