30 years ago, I died. It was mid-March of 1994, as I recall. I was 18 years old, and this may or may not have been about the 5th or 6th time I had been in a situation where I could have been over and done with this life — and yet, I decided to remain, or to come back and keep on keeping on.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
Something is amiss regarding “near death experiences” and “life between lives” and I believe it’s important that we understand what we’re really dealing with in this realm.
I’ve heard the song “A Whiter Shade Of Pale” by Procol Harum almost daily recently. They have the radio on in the kitchen at the cafe I frequent, and while many of the usual songs on “today’s top hits” radio are the same hits of the ’60s-’90s they play every day, this one stands out. There’s simply nothing else like it. But more importantly, it reminds me of my late father.