“Anastasia continued, “I am now staring inches from the ceiling tiles. ” The dust and the cracks in the ceiling tiles amazed me; they are both lovely and remarkable.
“I could have gazed at them for hours on end.” It reminded me of a child in Disneyland. With ‘unconditional love’—I mean, what’s not to love—a strong ‘joy’ ensued.
Anastasia continued by describing how she had “no desire” to resume her regular life and how she felt “snapped back into her body” while experiencing such beauty.
“There is not a part of me that will fear death again because it’s the most beautiful, miraculous, loved-filled homecoming.”
