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Thanks doc, that was a nice post. My brother left his body in 1994 after it deflated to a small shell of his former robust physical appearance (cancer). He lived way out in the Arizona desert, the nearest town 25 miles away. I drove three times in his last 3 months the 400 or so miles, seeing him for the last time two days before what I now call his emergence, rather than his exit. Two reasons why he convinced me death is no more "real" than the monster in a child's nightmare. First, the wasting of his physical appearance revealed a peaceful inner essence which began to radiate before the discerning eye. The closer he came to leaving his body, the more loving and kind he became. Second, at that time parkie was yet to end my long daily runs through the hills, and for several months after he shed his "earth suit" (necessary to our earth experience in much the same way a diving suit is required to spend much time under water), I quite literally felt his presence while in the solitude of my running hills, which were not unlike those he called home for many years. I spent more time with him in the three months after his passage than I had in ten years before. Today I believe that the creations of Love cannot be threatened. Death is therefore not real, except in our imaginations. Love Chuck