This is my first hand-written post on my blog.
Comments are more than welcome!
It is said that when one dies and has done activities that are worthy of God, he goes even above the seven heavens to the place where God himself resides.
When One enters His abode (this actually happens no kidding), God suddenly leaves everything he is doing and runs with all his might towards you and you'll both hug one another. And He cries profusely because although we might not remember he remembers everything.
He remembers all the pain and suffering we went through in all our million of lives we stayed away from Him. (yes past life does exist. Read the book Many Lives Many Masters by Dr Brian Weiss [he is a psychiatrist])
That is the Love of God.
That place is the place with Golden streets, where the blind can see.
Albeit, it is hard to go that abode but not difficult.
Think of him before you sleep, after you get up, before you eat or play or work.
Always think of him.
And most importantly when you're at your death bed only think of him.
Because what you think of in your last moments defines your journey after this life.
Comments are more than welcome!
It is said that when one dies and has done activities that are worthy of God, he goes even above the seven heavens to the place where God himself resides.
When One enters His abode (this actually happens no kidding), God suddenly leaves everything he is doing and runs with all his might towards you and you'll both hug one another. And He cries profusely because although we might not remember he remembers everything.
He remembers all the pain and suffering we went through in all our million of lives we stayed away from Him. (yes past life does exist. Read the book Many Lives Many Masters by Dr Brian Weiss [he is a psychiatrist])
That is the Love of God.
That place is the place with Golden streets, where the blind can see.
Albeit, it is hard to go that abode but not difficult.
Think of him before you sleep, after you get up, before you eat or play or work.
Always think of him.
And most importantly when you're at your death bed only think of him.
Because what you think of in your last moments defines your journey after this life.
Im someone who constantly reads blogs on the internet.I would not be posting this if you had not mentioned comments are more than welcome .I know this is a blog but readers often prefer handwritten content .There is no continuity or flow in the relation between the posts which is not necessarily bad but makes it somewhat random.Last and most important I personally look to blogs as a source to read about people's experiences and things people can relate to .There is a long way to go as your blog is very new .But all the best and Keep Writing
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ReplyDeleteFirstly I would like to thank you with gratitude for spending time reading The Keepsake and giving in your valuable feedback.
There are six billion people in this world. Not everyone savors the same thing.
Although The keepsake might not be a 'traditional blog' per se, it is exactly what the name suggests.
A keepsake.
Posts that might be visited and re-visited many times over.
Yes, The keepsake might be random but that is what it was intended for.
There's something new waiting every time One comes to visit it.
A fun place to learn things, read stories which get you thinking etc.
Well thanks and keep coming back, you might just start enjoying it :)
Goodluck!