hi family..heres a bit from my book Roadsigns, Shifting Gears Between Two Worlds, I'll be publishing soon..I hope you like it.  DP = dead preacher guide LR=laughing rain, my pen name.
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“Tell them about the bible fish story” DP interjects. No, said LR, I’m sure everybody knows that story DP and I can’t gild the rose. Are you still there?
DP: What?
LR: Tell them what the kingdom is.
DP: Tell them yourself.
LR: Right, well, thanks for your attitude.
DP: No problem Miss Piggy. (Miss Piggy is in love with love.)
LR: S’cuse me? I don’t think I quite understand this reversal of role playing we’re doing here.
DP: Look LR, you’re free to use your imagination here to lead you from point A to point B. What I’m saying is you’re now free to pick out an identity from the countless identities available for pure spirit to choose from. Remember when GP asked you what costume you were going to wear to the party? It’s like that. Pick one. It’s all a movie and we’re all actors on stage and that’s the fun part. The hard part for you was identifying with a certain role you were playing and the emotions surrounding that role and getting stuck there in the muck of it. Be what you want, experience what you want, go for it. Nothing is holding you back now.
  So with that understanding and with DP taking over the feisty role that LR had enjoyed, she describes the kingdom, a rather interesting place to visit perhaps. The kingdom did not look like the heaven as described by early and current Christians. There was an incredible amount of movement within it and there were harp players on clouds, but only if you wanted to see that particular scene. It was not a place to bask, rest forever or spill forth with syrupy words of peace and love; one grew weary with the practice after awhile, and doing what was expected of one. Certain levels of the kingdom even had no emotions whatsoever, and a certain pointlessness prevailed among segments of transitioning, evolving spirit, and these would receive direction also. Groupings of spirit were everywhere. LR’s group were dancing in forms delightedly for the sheer joy of self expression. No reason to dance, surely not to get the dance over with. Pure timeless spirit with no destination point unless you thought up a destination point. If you wanted reason you could gravitate to the mental realm and do some building there which they called cause and effect. Some invented causeless effect. They called this chaos. All sorts of inventions were on that level. Another group one gravitated to was a place to learn harmonics. Musicians and wanna be musicians crowded the area, each with a horn to toot or an instrument of choice. As you can imagine, the noise was incredible but some of it sounded pretty good, a lot of promise as it were. The musicians would sit and chat about what they would take with them into the Earth plane once a body became available. Some were marked for fame, other’s would be content with providing back up for them, just so long as they could participate. In the kingdom there was everything; it just depended where you put your attention. There was no need to get confused like a kid in the candy store with only a few cents and too many choices because in the kingdom eternity meant there was always tomorrow to run go check out someone’s new horn tootin’ maneuvers. It was on the Earth plane that time and timing was so important. Earth was for actualizing a talent sometimes, other times a soul had been influential and now wanted to be ordinary and dull, just to see what that was like.
LR/DP combination pizza spirit would wonder if she could reach a high note like some of her musical peers; if she could push air through the windpipe of that future body and control the vibrato. Doing that here as spirit was no sweat. The challenge in matter though was something to consider carefully. Finally deciding though and entering matter as spirit one might meet up with other musicians who would tell you who you were according to their perceptions. “Your high notes are great, but you forgot to finish the rhythm class.” I don’t think so you’d answer, maybe it’s your rhythm we’re talking about here, you obviously have no subtleties of expression when you beat upon your drum. It was all in fun and none of it mattered because it wasn’t just about a talent of proclivity you had brought with you. It was about everything, but mostly it was about our connections and the oneness of spirit that was underneath everything somewhere in the heart of the matter and inherent in living for the sake of self expression and evolvement into the fullness of your self, perhaps how much of that fullness you could express in the now moment. Such a now moment was like checking to see if your glass was half full or half empty; something DP called counting your blessings. A few of us tried hard to find the now moment. If you hoped to express music you hoped you would learn also how not to hurt another’s ears with discord; however, some devised to produce discord as a way to fame. Those died early on in life and we wondered why, but some would continue to worship excellent discord, or dissenting chords.