If you come to know Death you may see yourself
A fifteen-year-old boy left the world. That was a long time ago. He has changed a lot since his departure, but he is still a great guy, believe me, with wonderful qualities and tremendous potential. He didn't exactly have an easy life. He was a little slower mentally, completely different from the others, and had his own peculiar inner world. Until he left, he was plagued almost constantly by various health problems, including bedwetting and epilepsy. You know how it is with a boy just entering puberty – when he took his shoes off in the evening, the smell could be overwhelming...
The day after his son's sudden passing, his father came home and immediately had one thought: to smell his son one last time, to catch his scent just once more. So he went to his son's bedroom, to the bed that always had a waterproof rubber sheet underneath the bedsheet. He buried his nose in the bedsheet, which had always carried the unmistakable smell of his son's nighttime troubles. But what was this? Both the unwashed bedsheet and the rubber sheet itself were in pristine condition, as if they had just been bought brand new. He rushed out into the hallway, grabbed his son's battered old sneakers – his absolute favourites, or rather, his most tragically worn-out pair – took a deep breath, summoned the courage of a lion, and buried his nose in them. And nothing! Absolutely nothing! As if they had just come straight out of the shop and had never been worn by anyone.
The boy simply took every molecule of his being with him. He left absolutely nothing of himself behind! And yet, the distance over which such phenomena occur is entirely irrelevant. In this respect, distance is a secondary matter, of no real significance whatsoever.
About a week before the terrible event, the father came home in the afternoon. A little while later, he opened the door to the children's room and stepped out onto the balcony to watch the kids fooling around outside. Just then, his son suddenly came home, apparently needing something terribly important. "Dad, twenty crowns pleeeeease..." "Sure, here you go." The boy leaned against the metal edge of the balcony railing, casually and effortlessly turned towards his father and asked:
"Dad, is there a God?" "We are definitely NOT going to discuss that. THAT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS, SHOULDN'T IT!" "Hmm, okay then. See ya." And yet, that little Hmm contained his father's certainty, the bond between them, the certainty of BEING.Hmm. That was all... And in the end, that alone was more than enough to confirm that certainty!
Much later, the father found himself in serious trouble when his girlfriend's adult son attacked him. The man initially made a physical move towards him, but could not do it. So he took a different way – not through hysical force, but through the mental field. In an extrasensory event, the son who had passed away knocked his father onto his back, leapt on top of him, covering him entirely with his own body. Then he drew the aggressor into himself, and brought the whole thing to an end. There is little point in describing that event in any greater detail. What matters is the connection – a bond that cannot be threatened by circumstance or distance, by body or spirit. Do you understand?
Illustrative photo: “…and to anyone who would sue you for your shirt, offer your cloak as well.”
Finally understand this: you cannot survive without your Soulmates. NEVER! Forget all that fairground nonsense about how many little angels are flying around you and how eagerly they all serve you. Those are nothing but the ravings of deluded liars and pretenders. Take care of your companions, stand by them, and you will be able to move mountains. Much as Matthew says:
"...if you say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."
