Surrealistic Trials
Surviving My Life After Death
Nonfiction, Social & Cultural Studies, Social Science, Cultural Studies, Death & Dying, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, Personal Transformation, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Hilary Jamron | ISBN: | 9781622337507 |
| Publisher: | Light Technology Publishing | Publication: | April 11, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Hilary Jamron |
| ISBN: | 9781622337507 |
| Publisher: | Light Technology Publishing |
| Publication: | April 11, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
We all have reasons for doing the things we do.
We all have our own realities.
It is my blessing to have more than one.
— Hilary Jamron
When Hilary died, part of her soul refused to come back. That part of her higher self chose to remain where peace and simplicity reign. From that time forward, life would reveal itself in front of her, and she would simply step into her future. Decisions would be made without fear or hesitation by an unconscious multidimensional consensus, and she would survive. She would travel through death and paralysis without self-pity or delay.
The truth is that each of us is as limitless as space and time, having no boundaries, beginnings, or endings. Limits are illusions, delusions, like pebbles that we casually kick out of our way as we move forward. Illness, pain, heartbreak, and life circumstances are all pebbles. There's no point in looking back when we've already kicked our earthly problems off to the side of the road. The kicking is a gentle toss of the foot done in perfect synchronicity to the drumbeat of lessons learned. After that, the only direction is forward.
We all have reasons for doing the things we do.
We all have our own realities.
It is my blessing to have more than one.
— Hilary Jamron
When Hilary died, part of her soul refused to come back. That part of her higher self chose to remain where peace and simplicity reign. From that time forward, life would reveal itself in front of her, and she would simply step into her future. Decisions would be made without fear or hesitation by an unconscious multidimensional consensus, and she would survive. She would travel through death and paralysis without self-pity or delay.
The truth is that each of us is as limitless as space and time, having no boundaries, beginnings, or endings. Limits are illusions, delusions, like pebbles that we casually kick out of our way as we move forward. Illness, pain, heartbreak, and life circumstances are all pebbles. There's no point in looking back when we've already kicked our earthly problems off to the side of the road. The kicking is a gentle toss of the foot done in perfect synchronicity to the drumbeat of lessons learned. After that, the only direction is forward.
