Spiritual Death Experience: The Day I Died
My Spiritual Death Experience I lay in bed. It’s around 4pm in the day. The curtains are closed and it’s as dark as an English summer can be. Where is the heaviness? Where is the sorrow? Where is the grief? Nothing. I look at my bedside clock and yawn. I figured that if I just …
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