Divine Encounters Episode 028 | Near-Death Experience Story
Lura Ketchledge was 19, working nights at a rock and roll club, and living on her own in Falls Church, Virginia, when, she says, a race back to the barn ended with her thrown from a horse. She tells Alex Ferrari she never felt the ground. Instead she describes a black tunnel, a reunion with her grandfather, a sea of love, a glimpse of her past lives and a beach where a tree appeared the moment she thought of it. In this Divine Encounters episode she walks through each stop in careful order.
Key Takeaways
- Lura says she was thrown from a horse at 19 and never felt the impact, because “my body literally went one way and my soul went another.”
- She describes a black tunnel with no light at first, a roller coaster of emotions, and anger at herself for what she thought was her own mistake.
- She says her late grandfather, a Presbyterian minister, met her in the light and looked well, no longer ill. For her, reuniting with him “was worth the fall.”
- She describes her life review as not a judgment. In her words, “You judge yourself.”
- She says she traveled through layers of reality into a sea of love, where she felt like a point of consciousness floating among others.
- She describes a hall filled with her past lives, male on one side and female on the other, and a beach where a pine tree appeared the moment she wondered about the tree of life.
- Her takeaway: be kind, live gently, and try “to learn to love,” because there is a continued relationship with the people we love.
| Guest | Lura Ketchledge |
| Episode | Divine Encounters 028 |
| Age at the time | 19, living in her first apartment in Falls Church, Virginia |
| What Lura says happened | She was thrown from a horse during a race back to the barn in Centerville, Virginia, and left her body mid-air |
| Where she says she went | A black tunnel, a sea of love, a hall of past lives, and a beach with cliffs |
| Who she met | Her grandfather, a Presbyterian minister who had died at 72, and an unseen presence guiding her |
| Time away | She does not give a length of time |
| The message | Be kind, learn to love, and know that reunion with loved ones is waiting |
A 19-Year-Old With a Taste for Freedom
Alex asks the usual opening question, and Lura answers with a smile in her voice. At 19 she had her first apartment. She worked at a rock and roll nightclub at night and tried to model during the day. She was also flunking out of junior college, and she was juggling two boyfriends. A typical teenager, she says, with a real taste for freedom, living in the Washington, DC area and enjoying her life.
She is quick to add that she was not a lost kid. Her father was very strict and raised both his daughters like boys, so they would be independent. Paying bills, holding an apartment and working a job felt like an easy transition. She never got into alcohol, drugs or smoking, so she says she was more grounded and responsible than most teens. At 63 she can laugh at it. What is scary, she says, is that you think you know it all and you think you are so cool.
Her grandfather was a Presbyterian minister, and the family was deeply involved in church. Lura sang in the choir through her youth and went to church camp. But she had doubts about organized religion. She did not believe the Bible word for word. She had strong Judeo-Christian values, she says, but she was not buying what they were selling.
A Horse, a Helmet and a Bad Idea
She calls the accident a fluke. A friend named Terry phoned and suggested going horseback riding, then bailed. It was such a pretty day that Lura went to her mother’s house for her helmet and boots and drove out to Centerville, Virginia, where she used to ride in high school. She rented a horse and insisted on an English saddle, because she knew what she was doing. Big mistake, she says. The horse was a little above her abilities. Then she adds, with care, that the horse was fine. She gets emails asking.
She headed to a field to canter, and met two men, maybe in their twenties or thirties, and they decided to ride together. She wanted to get home, because she had work in a few hours. Then came the bright idea to race the horses back to the barn. She had to win. She had not ridden in a while, and the horse moved from a canter into a hand gallop, like a racehorse. She was losing her balance. She was holding on, and the horse stumbled.
Lura says she went flying like a rocket off to the right. She remembers thinking, oops, this is going to hurt. She did not think she would be killed. She just knew this was not working out.
Never Hitting the Ground
Here the story turns. She says she went off the horse like a bottle rocket and never hit the ground. She never felt the impact, “because my body literally went one way and my soul went another.” On a beautiful, sunny day, she says, she went straight into a big, dark pit.
She compares it to sleeping in your bed in the middle of the night and suddenly being cast into the Pacific Ocean. That is how abrupt it was. She was not confused. She knew she was off the horse, and “I knew I was dead.” There was a separation of body and soul. She says she believed it could happen because, as a child, she had left her body before a terrible accident with horses and then gone right back in.
She sped through a black tunnel and had a feeling of total isolation. It must be like this for astronauts in outer space, she thought. Emotions came in a roller coaster: shock, a deep sadness because her life had only just begun, and then anger at herself. You did it to yourself, she told herself, and now you will never get to live. It was all her stupid fault for riding above her abilities and racing.
Inside the Tunnel
She describes the tunnel as soft like velvet. She felt like she was still herself, with arms and legs, and she says “the tunnel was airy and light, yet dense at the same time.” She does not know how she drew that opinion, only that it was nothing structural like anything in physical reality, and it was real. For a while there was no light at the end.
Then there was a light, and then her grandfather. Lura admits it sounds weird, but she forgot about being dead. She was just so glad to see him. He had died at 72 and now looked maybe 60. He did not look sick anymore. He was not ravaged by cancer. “To be reunited with him was worth the fall.” She says it was worth the accident.
If you are curious how others describe the first stretch of this journey, our glossary entry on the near-death experience gives a plain overview of the common stages.
A Life Review That Is Not a Judgment
Next, she says, came a classic life review. She likens it to “going through a Rolodex of your life.” But it is not exactly that. “It’s not a judgment. You judge yourself.” What she was given, she says, was the opportunity to see what her actions had been.
Her grandfather guided her through it. There was a presence, she says, like someone holding her shoulders, guiding and mentoring her. She also had the sense of whispering, as if other souls were speaking, perhaps because she was missed. She could not plug into it or hear it. And, she says, you look for a floor and there isn’t one. That part she did not like. It was pretty upsetting, and it was not going well.
Her description fits the stage that researchers and experiencers often call a life review. What stands out in her account is the lack of a verdict from anyone else.
Into a Sea of Love
Then something beautiful happened. Lura says she zoomed through layers of non-physical reality, from dense to less dense, and arrived at what she calls source. She calls the traveling feeling a rush, “just freaking fantastic.” And then she burst into something her mind perceived as a burst of clouds, almost an ocean of clouds, with music floating through it in random waves.
She says she had no sense of arms or legs. Her guess is that she was “a point of consciousness” floating in a sea of love, “just floating with other points of consciousness.” She wonders if those other points were versions of her, past lives and future lives. She does not think she was in heaven or touching God. She thinks this is as far as most people go, and she guesses the sea of love may be almost a kind of self love.
It was bliss. She did not want for anything, had no regrets, and there were no troubles. She wishes she could float in it every once in a while now. As good as it was, it was over fairly quickly. She did not get answers. There was a bright light, she says, but no visible sun.
The Hall of Past Lives
The next place felt different. Lura found herself with the sense of a body again, with a lot of black around her. To her right she saw something blue that looked like the Earth. She says she thought, I hate heights, and that she was yelling it in her mind. She was not scared. She was still herself.
In front of her was a cathedral, with a main hall and an aisle on each side, and someone behind her guiding her in. She was flooded with knowledge and information, and she says it was overwhelming. These were her past lives. On one side were all the lives she had lived as a male. On the other were all the lives she had lived as a female. She is a girly girl, she says, and could not even conceptualize being male. But she went with it.
They were lined up like white, colorless individuals. When she touched one, she could see the form of a man, in his 40s or 50s, who looked at her. She took her hand back. On the female side she touched another, who reminded her of a mean lunch lady from grammar school. She did not like the idea of reincarnation, she says, and did not like it shoved down her throat. But she was curious, and nobody was trying to scare her. She thought, I have done this before, and I do not want to come back and be 13 again. If she had had over a hundred past lives, she says, she clearly was not getting it right.
She wondered why she was aware of this in this lifetime. She was not good in school and is a little dyslexic, and she had been a bit of a wild child. Maybe, she jokes, it was because of her many accidents with horses. The general concept she came away with is that a soul comes into physical reality to experience and learn life’s lessons, fracturing into different personalities at different times in history, and that it all happens at once. For more on the idea, see our glossary entry on reincarnation. She also says that, as a teenager, she was more confused than anything. It was not an answer from God. It was a lot of information.
The Beach, the Tree and the Return
Everything changed again. Lura found herself standing on a beautiful beach with cliffs of big rocks that had windows carved into them, and some people living there. The sand was gorgeous. The water was a true blue. She began thinking about religion and wondered what had happened to the tree of life. As soon as she thought it, a lovely pine tree rose right at the shoreline, where pine trees could never grow, white with a light moss color. She walked over and looked at the texture of the bark. Later she realized it was “a thought responsive reality.”
She was back with her grandfather in a layer that felt denser and heavier. The knowledge she had gained began to fade, dissolve or be pulled out. All the epiphanies were taken away, she says, and only a skeleton of the memories remained. She understood she had to go back. She wanted to grab his hand. He had very large hands and the bluest eyes, like Paul Newman, and even her adult hand felt small in his. Then she began to travel backwards and could not hold on.
She opened her eyes in a beautiful field. Her first words to herself, she says, were that this was not reality.
Years in the Closet, and What She Took Away
For years she kept it quiet. She did not want to be labeled a wackadoo, she says. If she had not been having constant dreams and paranormal occurrences that pushed her to talk about it, and later to write books, she would still be silent.
She describes how a person’s point of consciousness looks to her when they die: sometimes like a mauve orb, like liquid glass, transparent and gorgeous. The best part, the icing on the cake for her, is that “I’m going to see my grandfather again.” She believes we will have a continued relationship with people we love. After we transition there will be an ocean or an area to go to that is very lifelike and comfortable, with other souls in it. “So in a way, it is heaven,” she says.
Her counsel is not complicated. Live your best possible life. Be kind to others. Do not take your frustrations out on them. You do not have to be a super saint, just on a kinder, more gentle path. She also says she felt the love of God, or the Creator, though not in an organized religious sense. The point, she says, is “to learn to love, and if you possibly can, to become aware of how things work.”
Where Her Account Meets Common Near-Death Themes
Many people who report near-death experiences describe leaving the body, a dark tunnel or void, a light, a meeting with a loved one who has died, and a review of life. Lura’s story touches each one. It also reaches into themes that are less common, including past lives laid out in a hall and a landscape that responds to thought. She is open that her mind may have interpreted what she saw. Her mind, she says, perceived the sea of love as clouds, not what it actually was.
At Next Level Soul we share these as lived experiences in the guest’s own words. If you are new to the topic, start with our complete guide to near-death experiences.
A Practical Way to Hold It
You do not need a tunnel to practice what Lura points to. Her advice is as plain as it gets: be a little gentler with other people and with yourself. Notice how quickly you judge your own mistakes, as she did when she blamed herself in the tunnel. Then try the sort of review she describes. Look at what you did, with curiosity, without a verdict.
Questions to Sit With
- Lura said her anger at herself in the tunnel was so loud she forgot about being dead until her grandfather appeared. Who is the person whose face would make you forget everything else?
- She says a life review is not a judgment, because you judge yourself. How do you speak to yourself when you make a mistake?
- She says she kept her experience in the closet for years. What have you been carrying quietly that you might share with one trusted person?
Pick one small mistake from this week and look at it the way Lura describes her review: with curiosity, not a verdict. Write down one thing you would do differently and one thing you did well.
Spiritual Takeaways
- Lura says body and soul can go separate ways, and that she felt no pain.
- She describes reunion with a loved one as worth everything.
- She says a life review is a chance to see our actions, and that we judge ourselves.
- She says our consciousness may exist among other points of consciousness in a sea of love.
- She says the point of life is to learn to love and to be kind.
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Frequently Asked Questions
Who is Lura Ketchledge?
Lura Ketchledge is a near-death experiencer and author who grew up in the Washington, DC area. She was 19 when, she says, a fall from a horse led to the experience she describes in this Divine Encounters episode.
What happened to Lura Ketchledge?
She says she was racing a horse back to the barn in Centerville, Virginia, when it stumbled and she was thrown. She says she never hit the ground, because her soul went one way and her body went another.
Who did Lura meet in the light?
She says she met her grandfather, a Presbyterian minister who had died at 72. She says he looked about 60, was no longer sick, and that being with him again was worth the fall.
What was Lura’s life review like?
She likens it to going through a Rolodex of your life. She says it is not a judgment from someone else. You judge yourself, and a presence guided her by the shoulders.
What does Lura mean by a sea of love?
She describes arriving at what she calls source, where she felt like a point of consciousness floating among other points of consciousness. She says it was bliss, with no regrets and no troubles.
What did Lura see in the cathedral?
She says she saw her past lives lined up in a hall, with male lives on one side and female lives on the other. She says she touched a few and was flooded with information, and that she did not like the idea at first.
What was the beach and the tree of life?
She describes a beautiful beach with cliffs and windows carved into them. When she wondered about the tree of life, a pine tree appeared at the shoreline. She calls it a thought responsive reality.
Why did Lura keep her experience quiet?
She says she was afraid of being labeled a wackadoo. She says constant dreams and paranormal occurrences, and later her books, pushed her to speak.
Does Lura believe in heaven?
She says that in a way it is heaven. She describes a lifelike, comfortable place after we transition, with loved ones and other souls in it. She also thinks there is something beyond the sea of love.
What is Lura’s message?
She says to live your best possible life, be kind and gentle, and learn to love. She says she felt the love of God, though not in an organized religious sense.
Is a near-death experience proof of an afterlife?
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Alex Ferrari 0:00
Tell me what your life was like before you died.
Lura Ketchledge 0:08
Well, I was a teenager at the time. I was 19 years old. I had my first apartment. I worked at a rock and roll nightclub at night. I tried to model during the day. I was also flunking out of junior college. Let's see. I was juggling two boyfriends. How was your typical teenager having a real taste for freedom and just beginning to live well? My grandfather was a Presbyterian minister, and we were very involved in the church. I sang in the choir all my youth. I went to church camp, you know, things like that, but I have to say, I had my doubts about organized religion. I didn't believe the Bible, word for word. I had Judeo, Christian values that were very ingrained, but I wasn't buying what they were selling. Basically, I was involved in social life, having a good time. I can say this now, because I'm 63 but I was a pretty girl having a taste for freedom and fun and just living life in the Washington, DC area, just enjoying my life. I wasn't lost at all. My father was very, very strict, and he raised both his daughters like boys, so that we could be independent, you know, and things like that. Think for ourselves, going out and getting a job and holding an apartment and paying bills and stuff was a very easy transition. So I wasn't a lost teenager whatsoever. What's scary is you think you know it all, and you think you're just so cool. Well, I also want to preface this, I was a teenager that was responsible, even though I was a good time Charlie, I never got into alcohol, drug use or smoking, anything legal or illegal, so I was kind of more grounded and more responsible than most teens. And the accident was such a fluke. It was such a fluke. My girlfriend, Terry called me up. I was in my apartment in Falls Church, Virginia, and she said, Let's go horseback riding. I said, well, let's just go where I used to ride, you know, when I was in high school, let's go out to Centerville. And she kind of bailed on me. And it was such a pretty day, I decided to go over to my mom's house, pick up my helmet of boots, and then I cruised on out to Centerville, Virginia, and rented a horse. Now there were two horses tied up, and I could have picked either one, but I like the real pretty one. And the gal said, Wouldn't you like to take the white one? I said, I don't need a Western saddle. Give me an English saddle. I know what I'm doing. Big mistake. Big mistake, because the horse was a little bit above my abilities, but it was a nice horse. And I want to tell everybody the horse was fine. I'm the one that got hurt. I get a lot of email what happened to the horse. So I got on the horse, and there weren't any other riders around. So I decided to go out to a field and canter. And I walked around, and I had was having a great time. And then I met up with these two gentlemen. I didn't know them. They were, you know, maybe in their 20s or 30s or so, and we decided to ride together. And I was kind of like the ending the afternoon. I just wanted to get, you know, home. I had to go to work in a few hours. So what happened is, we had the bright idea to race the horses back to the barn. Not a good not a good idea. And of course, I had to have, I had to win. I had to win. And I hadn't been riding in a while. I was a little bit out of shape, so the horse was going pretty much at a canner, and then went into a hand gallop, which is like, like a racehorse. And it was, I was losing my balance a little bit. I was a little concerned, but I was holding on, and the horse stumbled, and I went flying.
I mean, I went aerial like a rocket off to the to the right of the horse. And I remember saying something profane, because I knew this was I was going to get clobbered. I wouldn't think I would get killed or anything. I just knew this was this, and this isn't working out. This was like that feeling of like, Oops, you know it's going to happen. So the funny thing is, I went off like a bottle rocket off that horse, and I never hit the ground. I never felt the impact, because my body literally went one way and my soul went another. I went straight into this black pit. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and I went into this big dark pit, and it was just as abrupt. Let's pretend you're sleeping in your bed. It's the middle of the night, and all of a sudden you're cast out into the Pacific Ocean. That's how abrupt it felt. So I went into this big dark, black tunnel at a high rate of speed. I knew I was off the horse. I knew where I was. I wasn't confused, and I knew I was dead. So there was a separation between body and soul. I knew it could happen because I had an out of body experience as a kid, and left my body before a terrible accident and went right back in, of course, with horses. So I'm in this black tunnel, and I got the feeling of total isolation. My thought, this is must, what this is must. It must be like this to astronauts in outer space. Here's alone. So a roller coaster of emotions came out shock, a profound sadness, because my life had just begun to live. It was every emotion you could think of coming like, like a roller coaster up and down as I was going through this tunnel. Now the tunnel itself was there wasn't any light at the end for a while, and it was like soft velvet tunnel. I felt like I was still me, like I had arms and legs. I felt like I was still me, and I knew that the tunnel was airy and light, yet dense at the same time. I don't know how I drew that opinion. I just did, but it was nothing structurally like anything here in physical reality that was real. So I'm going through this tunnel with every emotion, and then this profound feeling, like you did it to yourself, anger at myself, you did it to yourself, and now you'll never get to live, you know, coming so close to having this great life and then having it snatched and it was all my stupid fault for riding a horse above my abilities and racing a lot of anger at myself. And then there was a light, and then there was my grandfather that was wonderful. I know this sounds weird. I forgot about being dead. I was just so glad to see him. And he was older, you know, he died at 72 and he maybe looked 60. He didn't look sick anymore. He wasn't ravaged with cancer. And you know, to be reunited with him was worth the fall. It was worth the accident. Well, this part I didn't like, can I say you have a classic life review, like, it's like going through a Rolodex of your life. It is, but it isn't. It's not a judgment. You judge yourself. But I was be given the opportunity to show what my actions were. So, you know, I went through that my grandfather was guiding me and everything. There's a presence, somebody literally like holding my shoulders and guiding me and pushing me and mentoring me. And I got the feeling that there was whispering, talking, but I just couldn't hear it. I couldn't I couldn't decipher it. It had to be in English, but I couldn't other souls that were communicating that I was missing them. I couldn't plug into it, or was able to hear it. And you know, you're looking for a floor. There isn't one. So, you know, that's really pretty upsetting. It wasn't going well. I mean, it was great to see my grandfather and stuff, and then something beautiful happened. I literally zoomed through layers non physical reality, from dense to less dense. And I arrived at source going through that flying feeling, or that traveling feeling is a rush, is just freaking fantastic. And then arriving like I burst into this, and I can only say that my mind perceived it as not what it actually was. My mind perceived it as like a burst of clouds. There's sun, there's there's like almost an ocean of clouds. It's mine, it's source. There's music that floats in random waves through its bliss, and you're just wrapped in this sea of love. Now, I had no sensation of arms and legs, I believe, just guessing hypothesis now that I was a point of consciousness at that particular time, floating in a sea of love. I mean, just floating with other points of consciousness. I'm thinking, I'm not sure, but these other points of consciousness were versions of me, past, life's me, future, life's me. I don't think I was in with a like in heaven or touching God. I think this is far as most people can go though. So I'm guessing that that sea of love is almost self love. If that's a great that's a good word for it. But it was beautiful. It was bliss. It was floating. And I didn't want for anything. I didn't have regrets. I was free of troubles. There were no troubles. I mean, if I could float in that every once in a while now, I mean, it would be so refreshing. And as good as it was, it was over fairly quickly. Didn't get answers. There was a bright light there, but no visible sun. So the next place I went to, I'm standing or I had my body sort of drawn backwards. I had my body. I'm looking to the right, and there's a lot of black around me, and I'm looking to the right, and I see this blue look like the earth. And I thought, then I'm thinking, I hate heights. Okay, okay. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. Okay, I'm still me. I hate heights. And I'm, like, yelling in my mind, I hate heights. I don't like, you know this at all. Was it really the Earth? It was my perception of it. So kind of in front of me was this cathedral with like a main hall, and it did seem to have a floor, and then there was an aisle here, aisle there. So again, somebody's behind me guiding me into this, and then I'm flooded with information, knowledge. It's overwhelming that these were my past lives, and on one side is all the lives I've lived as a male, on the other side is all the lives I've lived as a female. And I'm like, I could never I'm a girly girl. I could never have been a male. I couldn't even conceptualize such a thing. But I'm going with it, and I'm looking down this row, and it's like they were lined up white, colorless individuals. And I, of course, I've got a touch, and I touched, and then I could actually see form of a man. Looked like he was in his 40s, or 50s, I don't know, white Caucasian, just kind of like, Oh, like that at me, and I just took my hand back. Oh, God, these are all the male and they had to be at least 50. And then I went over, and then I touched an individual on the female side. And I've always, I've said this on other shows, she reminded me of a really mean lunch lady. I had a grammar school. She wanted any beauty. And I'm not liking this. I don't like the idea of reincarnation. I don't like the law idea of past lives. I didn't like it kind of shoved down my throat. But I was curious. I wasn't afraid. Nobody was, you know, trying to scare me. I just thought, Oh, I've done this before. I don't want to come back and be 13 again. I don't want to, you know, this is just not I was kind of horrified. I mean, if I had to had over 100 past lives. I wasn't getting it right. So I don't know why this life, you know, I became aware because, you know, I'm not good in school. I was dyslexic, a little bit of a wild child. Why it was in this lifetime, this incarnation, that I would become aware? Maybe because I had too many accidents with horses. I don't know. So I have to say I was still me, but I was getting more knowledge and more understanding. So the general concept is, when a soul comes into physical reality to experience, learn and learn life's lessons. Not a song, you know, let's hold hands sing Kumbaya moment, you fracture into different personalities at different times in history, to live your life, to learn lessons, and it all happens at once again. Another thing for a teenager that really couldn't digest it. I was more confused than God answers. Oh, way more confused. And then everything changed, and suddenly I'm back, going back again, and I'm standing on a beach. And this was a beautiful beach with these cliffs that were big rocks, and you could see windows were carved out of it. And, you know, some people inhabited this beach or this cliff thing, gorgeous sand. I mean, the water was just so true blue. And then I was thinking a little bit about religion. I thought, What happened to the tree of life? You know, I haven't seen anything like that. And as soon as I thought it, there was a this beautiful pine tree right in the shoreline that came straight up where pine trees could never grow, and it was white, and it had like a light moss color to it. So I went over and looked at the texture of the bark and everything, and it was a beautiful pine tree. And then I realized later on, it was a thought responsive reality. So I'm back with my grandfather, and we're standing in this layer closer to physical reality, because it felt denser, felt heavier standing there, and all of these things I started had learned like in each thing I was like, gaining this knowledge just started to leave or fade or dissolve or Get Pulled out. I don't know how to explain it, but it all the epiphanies and the understandings were taken away, and there's only a skeleton of those memories left now, when I was coming back, but I realized I had to come back, and I wanted to grab my grandfather's hand. Now he had very large hands. He had the bluest eyes like Paul Newman. It still see his beautiful blue eyes, and his hand was white, and I want to grab his hand, and even my adult hand felt small in comparison to his hand. Then I started to travel backwards, and I couldn't hold on to him when I was looking around, when after I opened up my eyes in this beautiful field, and I just said to myself, this is not reality. I was that much in the closet because I didn't want to be labeled a wackadoo. And if I hadn't been having these constant dreams and paranormal occurrences, I would have kept those things quiet, but I kept dreaming about these stories. So if I had written books, I still would be not talking about it. When someone dies, their point of consciousness sometimes looks like a mauve color, fall or orb. What would they call and it's so beautiful. People, it's like liquid glass. It's transparent, and then just gorgeous. The best thing for me that was the icing on the cake was the fact that I'm going to see my grandfather again. I'm going to have a continued relationship with him and people that I really love. There will be an ocean or a area for you to go to that's very lifelike and comfortable after you transition to be with loved ones. So in a way, it is heaven. There were inhabitants, there were people in there, there were souls in there, and it was beautiful, beautiful that I was able to see it. Living your best possible life. You're your best possible person. You're kind to others. You're not taking your crap out on others, you're doing your best. You don't have to be a super saint, but you just got to be on a kinder path, or a path that's a little bit more gentle. Our creator was created towards that beautiful sea of love. But I think there's something beyond that. I think there's a creative creator that's organizing, that I felt the love of God or our Creator, but not an organized religious sense, to learn to love, and if you possibly can, to become aware of how things work.
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