My birthday June 18/2018.
The climate where my physical body was turbulent, even though my physical performance looked the opposite. I appeared to be grounded with my feet feeling the substance keeping me from flying to another planet.
I existed as an entertainer, writer from self published “Conception to Birth”. On page 48 and 49 of “Conception to Birth ( the self-created-character )”Grandma Michele” from planet Zatar . My imagination Death. I would return to the source that created my identity. It was a Utopia planet. Active 4 stage cells were taking control and I communicating with the active cells giving them acknowledgment. They were not happy with me not playing to do battle. “How can this be”, one cancer cell said to another cancer cell.
It just is and that’s no fun for me. I think I will just leave this body in the fluid waste and start a cancer invasion somewhere else.
Was the active cancer cells dialog real? I don’t know what is real and what is imaginary as I review my life from my birth 6/18/1947.
Everyday is a birthday for everyone. 365 birthdays and 365 wishes at the dawn of each rising sun. I make the same wish everyday. What wish or wishes do you make?
My wish is to be alive. After my physical body dies and disintegrates into pure energy, my pure energy will ignite a spark for existence to sustain perpetuity.