There Is No Drama When Dying – Part 1 by DrFlow

There Is No Drama When Dying – Part 1

We are guests in a large bus. We are late, but we are easy on time.  The driver, though, feels differently.  He wants to catch up desperately to the first bus and pushes the pedal to the floor board.  We almost fly on the gravel road we are on.  It’s a bumpy ride, we are getting all shaken up, like drinks at the bar.

I stand up and find my way to the driver, seeking to hold on to everything that looks promising.  I tell the driver, that we are not in a hurry, not escaping from anywhere.
He hardly pays attention – the road steepens downward.   We cross drains that run across the road, and I am astonished, that our bus can take them, without it’s structural integrity being damaged.

Finally, the terrain flattens out, and I see the bus, that was ahead of ours, stopped at a parking area, people spread around it – but something irritates me slightly:   There is no reaction on our arriving.  No waving.  No faces turning.  Nothing.

When our bus comes to a full stop and opens the doors, I step out to get my body moving a bit.  A few of us stand around the bus, talking, when, all of a sudden, I realize, that the person opposite me is wearing white clothing.  I look at the next person  –  I noticing that he is also wearing white.  I look down at myself, and I see that my clothing is white as well.

Addressing the group around me, I state.  “Friends, we have an issue here.  We have left our bodies.”

There is no drama.  There is no reproach.  We are at peace, with the driver of the bus, with the people from the first bus, with ourselves, with all that is.

Our souls left our bodies, before pain, hurt, accident and damage were recognized.
Somewhere, up there, behind us, out of our notice, lies a wrecked bus beside the gravel road.  Destroyed.  Full of bodies, empty shells, meaningless.
There is no drama. There is no reproach. There is no stress.

Everything is all right.  Fine and well from the very core to the furthest end.

By DrFlow – David Schläpfer