There is no greater blessing than to be brought into an illusion, a play of physical life for the purpose of bringing the comfort of unconditional LOVE to those in last days of their bodies dying. Helping to guide and ease their distress, as their masquerade of flesh and control is transformed back to the true self that exists in the dimensions of spirit and soul. Freeing them to the light, to the one, allowing them to break the chains of surviving an existence of pain filled duality and suffering by comparison that by choice, have held them captive in the realm of matter; to be a caretaker of souls between the reality of LOVE and the fantasies of fear, is indeed perhaps the most glorious experience, the divinest of gifts, the highest honor to have bestowed upon our immortal being. 

Remember there is no beginning or ending; death is birth and birth is death; the figure eight on its side unbroken; the story unending and ever unfolding. 

Give praise for the LOVE we are blessed to share for all eternity and beyond… 

just LOVE…
Kip Baldwin 
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“In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration:—feelings, too,
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man’s life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love…”
~William Wordsworth