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THE COFFIN

You find yourselves at a funeral before you is an open coffin an eulogy is being given for the works the person did on earth in the coffin, but those works are finished. The life of the person is gone they cannot effect the living any longer. All their worries, hates, love, thoughts have perish with their life.

You slowly walk to the coffin to give your last respects, and there you find your own corpus in the coffin? You are dead, but still alive! The coffin is taken to the cemetery and there you watch as they put you in the ground. No tears are shed, because your still alive, among the living?

How is this possible you wonder? Now in an instant, you are put back into your dead corpus, and you find the new life in you must drag the weight of the dead corpus around to live, every rotten things in that dead body still affecting every inch of your new life? You come to understand in this epic struggle that when the corpus fights against your new life it drags you back to thoughts of death, but until you can be released from its power, the new life can't come to life, with thoughts of life.

Than you realize that when conquered by the corpus power you can't even remember the thoughts of life, it is only after the fact when somehow miraculously you are released as if by a higher power, then you remember the power of life in you, and its thoughts. Also you find in this epic struggle that there are two laws, one for life. and one for death, but when under the power of the corpus you can't even remember the difference, it is only when you are in the power of life that you can know both laws.

As this struggle continues over the years you also come to realize that as you are not able to bring yourselves back into life, you are realizing the same it true of putting yourselves back into the corpus. Moreover, you realize that your being lead into death and life against your very will, like a sheep lead to slaughter, unable to stop the power of the person dragging the sheep to slaughter!

Furthermore, you are coming to realize the power of death is judgment, you are condemned, or your condemning someone else in struggling to feel the power of life again, but to no avail! Nothing in your judgment in the corpus puts you into life, and nothing from the new life puts you into judgment.

You find yourselves helpless, bewilder, with no power over death or life; you love life, but the power of death kills you each time. You fight and struggle thinking there must be at least one good work in this corpus I can used to get out of this death, but soon you find you can't deliver yourself from the corpus, you think, I cannot resurrect myself from this dead corpus why would I looked to something dead to give me life that does not exist in my dead body?

Then in an instant you are back into life, wondering why would someone show me such kindness when my thoughts were so wicked in that dead corpus? How can this be? What did I do to deserved, such kindness? Nothing! Each and every time I am in death by the power of the corpus I fail miserably, I can't pass one test faithfully in that dead body to gain life again, there is no good works in my corpus that I can used to gain some merit, or even show appreciation for the person putting me back into life.

I am sorry, but my sorriness didn't put me back into life, I didn't do a single thing worthy enough to be put back into life, what is this lesson I can't seem to learn? It is as if I don't belong to myself that some greater purposes is being done in me, but I can't even judge what that is? How can I consider myself worthy from something I did not do, good or bad? I can't even judge myself properly!

It as if a foreign life lives in me, I am dead, so how can a dead person pay for deeds they are not doing? Repenting does change my being in death or life. My thoughts change depending if I am in death or life, they come and go with the territory I am in, but I have no will over either. My entire existence depends on someone else, their life's power, their will, their kindness, not mind.

I am judged by everyone, but judges by no one, I am made to look like a fool, as wicked, as unrighteous, as the scum of this world. But no one knows me in this world, or can change me by their teachings, their hates and loves change not one thing in me, just as my own struggles do not.

Everything I received must be a gift of love from above that is my water, my life, nothing else can save me from this epic war. Hopefully, I will learn to be a vessel of mercy, but still, I can't say truthfully, I am faithful? Its seem that to, is out of my control.

Daniel