The ancient Egyptians knew a lot about the transition from this world to the world after living. At the moment of death the heart is weighed by a being with the head of a Golden Wolf. Here’s the beauty… it was weighed against a feather… a Snowy Owl feather. If the heart was heavier than the feather there was no journey to the perfection of eternity. To be light-hearted… to carry no weight of sorrow… of Samsara… in the human heart… what a brilliant injunction. I finally received the message this week. The brain is not where the soul of man resides. The brain is simply the on-board computer that runs the vehicle of my body. It’s importance is all puffery. The memory in the fibres of my heart that is where the nidus of my soul lives. The heart is a pulsing toric electromagnetic field generator. & here is the irony…. to be free… spiritually free… it needs to be light as a Snowy Owl feather.
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