By Anna Von Reitz
Our consciousness and our life force inhabit a dead body.
This body I am "in" right now is naturally as dead as anything can be, certainly as dead as a stump or a rock or a piece of salt.
It is the equivalent of a space suit. Is a space suit alive?
Not.
So all this whole drama and worry over being "alive" or "dead" is pretty silly.
We are all dead and we are all alive, and that's just the way it is. Some of us are "in" a space suit, and some of us are out of a space suit, okay?
And whether I wear a black, brown, red, white, or yellow space suit is just a color choice, like putting on a shirt. Some of us even put on the equivalent of a Hawaiian shirt and like the multi-color version.
Should we worry about this, either?
