Foreword

We have died.
In a previous image.
When we were completely unaware
Of the self-known as "I".
We had abandoned ourselves
By our acknowledgement of being
Apart of something
That was us
And not us
All at once.
It was beautiful
But we have forgotten.
When we die in this reality
We transcend to the next
However.
When we are "Living" this door
To the other reality is open to us
We must just remember our previous death
The fact that we have forgotten
Is hindering us
In essence death is birth
And when we were born we died.

Book 9 in the Chaennie Universe. FUCK YESS!!!