It is more than what is on ink

The shock at the end, it is your friend; it will awaken you to be again. You will see through the veil, Yes your anxieties and fears will fade away, death is a form of play, some came here to runaway, others to pay, the price for seeing paradise or nothing another way. Our death is a thrill, all desires fulfilled, weather you are the worse of sinners or the greatest of saints. But you will be reformed by how you perceive weather or not you believe, what you did cultivate will still propel you as you relate to existence of none-existence-on the other side. Forget about karma and dharma, and we are more than the resurrect, there is no judgment day only another way, your longings create what you will be again. There is no hell, only degrees of well, there is no pain, there is no shame, there is no blame, no more illusions to maintain. It is pure consciousness, individuality, harmony and peace, with currants of bliss, love surrounded by souls you know well of degrease of color and light, complimenting each other while brightening the light, you might want to stay in this delight, but you just might, want to expand the light, so you and your circle create darkness from your depths, of what could be, of what is in you that dares to live, that dares to shake creation again, so we light our night, our dark depths that our out of light, that is us here on earth all right.