Monday, February 28, 2011

Nothing But A Shell - Day 135 of 365

This post is for February 9th, 2011

MEMORY -

I remember the exact moment Peter took his last breath.  I immediately felt his spirit exit the circle our family made around the body. It was the most odd feeling.  Odd because it was new feeling perhaps?  Upon waiting for the undertakers to arrive, I remember thinking to myself "Wow, all that's left is a shell .. just an empty shell"

APPLICATION -

Walking through the maze of bones and dirt, the catacombs of Paris had me a little freaked out.  Thousands upon thousands of skulls and bones were placed decoratively on top of each other, something you definitely don't see everyday.  Just to think that each lifeless skull once told a story of life.

REFLECTION -

When a bodies dies, it literally becomes an empty shell.  It's stripped of the spirit, the magic that makes all the atoms dance together to create a one of a kind human being.  I am sure the spiritual body is much more enjoyable that the earthly one, Peter only knows.

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