WHEN I DIE MY TWIN WILL RETRIEVE ME
By Phillip Elton Collins
When I die, my twin brother will retrieve me.
The reason I know this is because we choose to come here
And made the agreement to do the same thing in coming and
Neither of us are sure we want to come back after
There are so many challenges in being here,
We are weighing the leaving with the BEING here.
We are taught we are here to master being love.
But ‘right’ now there is more separation than cooperation.
And it seems it will get darker before brighter, or
I know when I die all those who understood and loved me
Assisting me in a spiritual process I had forgotten how
Busy I shall be opening my consciousness and commitment,
To my non-earthly, non-physical home,
Nothing personal but my ‘being’ will no longer focus on
I shall be studying universal truth and laws that create a
Being stronger than ever, call upon me when needed.
I shall be able to assist you in an instant in ways you
cannot imagine now,
Even if I were given permission to tell you how.
Be well and happy Dear Ones,
And know there is no death.
You simply shift form and become the rest.
I shall see you soon, even though there is no such thing
But only the rhyme