A la Reina de Asturias.
Hola.
Sobre la conversación que tuvimos el par de veces que nos hemos visto, aunque sea incorporeamente, me sabe muy mal ahora y, siendo realista, no haber podido aceptar, ya dos veces, aquel ofrecimiento que me tendíste. Siempre me arrepentiré, sé que lo hacías de buena fe, porque te salió del alma y porque supongo que pusiste atención a mis palabras.
Ah, por cierto, la tela quedó chulísima, al menos en la imagen que me enviaste, me gusta recordar. Debo decirte que a Esael ,quién me hízo la modificación, y aunque por cuestiones de perder los sentídos ahora me arrepiento, ya sabes, le despertó bastante el interés. Luego alguien decía por ahí que tenía una modista, jajaja que bueno.
A ver si algún dia me vuelvo a la montaña, quizá pueda ver família y podamos volar la imaginación. Ya me dijeron que podría ír cuando quiera. No me extraña, con las velocidades que se manejan.. siempre puede llegar alguien en casa por fiestas.
Mucha suerte y disfruta de estos dias.
P.D. De aquí a que leas esto ya veremos que ha pasado con este tío. Igual lo voy editando de vez en cuando, que ya empiezo a tener costumbre, jejeje
As a child I had a very peculiar experience because in fact I died without anyone being able to do anything about it. It is unlikely to be able to demonstrate this like the other participants due to the angelic connotations that rarely can be made known.
Like the twitter that I have written, I was able to access these and other memories through certain beings that would have a lot to see and that I consider family. It's a very long story.
I can finally tell the world that when I died I had a trip to the Underworld where I place the river of silver waters in a sad sky and at sunset, everything results from an indescribable sadness.
At a certain moment on the shore, someone in a dark costume made of old cloth and a hood waits sitting in the boat that he invites us to board. Nothing is really scary, just a lot of sadness.
He is the teacher Azrael, someone friendly to whom you feel that you can tell everything without any problem since he knows how to read the inside perfectly and understands everything.
In the middle of the trip, one in front of the other, always looking in the forward direction, they talk about their own life that has just vanished and preserves the human form.
The souls are the size of a walnut with their own bluish-white light.
In my case he asked me if I had seen my life, I told him that since it was so short I had seen it twice. While the trip lasts, the different aspects that make up your conscience are discussed with images of the circumstances. At one point I felt very cold and I felt trembling and with great benevolence he wrapped me with his clothes, which might not be of much use because the sensation was not the desired one, but.
At one point he told me not to look at the water, which I couldn't help because the boat was moving a lot, I could see the reflection of my skull which saddened me and I understood that he had already died
I feel like he had to go away for a moment and I fell asleep wrapped up. The cold woke me up again, I put the top aside and sat where he was with the intention of helping him and rowing a little, sensing the direction. When I discover that suddenly there is a hole where water begins to enter. I react in time and I place myself where he was before and scared I start to wait.
He returned to the boat and at a certain point he turns around and we return to the starting point.
He shows me the exit upwards, passing through some rings or doors in which I go up one after another, giving me the instruction that the last one must be closed correctly, which must be made sure and that I could not tell if it was properly closed.
Having already returned and giving the respective thanks for my part, I remember a horrible cold sensation throughout my body, especially in the bones. I try to move to get warm but a dizziness and headache floods me that makes me sit for a long time. I finally remember not being able to urinate due to a nascent erection. I have never been able to describe this story for not remembering or being in any case understood.
Of course this story lacks details due to my different life. But he has helped me as a brother on several occasions later in decisive moments. That is why it deserves that I have a special memory of affection.