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Standing in the presence of death recorded over 58,000 times in the names on that wall before me, could I honestly believe that death is an illusion? Was I being realistic? Was I cherishing their sacrifice with respect? I felt I could answer yes.
I insisted that I was not a mortal but an immortal. I acknowledged again and again that my consciousness was radiant with the Christ.
Remember how freeing it is to come up for air after being submerged underwater for a long time? Well, it feels more freeing than that to come out from being submerged in a material sense of identity!