In an instant that took a lifetime, he was no longer the illusion of his body (not that he ever was) now he was once more, what always he is, Soul, LOVE, God having the experience of transitory form. It would be his mission, his Soul’s sole purpose, to help as many others who were ready, wanting, needing to BE, returned to the experience of the same. And from his navel, fragrant gardenias bloomed.