These are the things they don’t tell us.
– Girl Du Jour, from Notes on Uvalde
I’m floating up, out of the operating room ceiling, through walls, the roof of the hospital, and into the night sky. Drowsy in the black expanse, I feel warm in a giant palm that closes around my nakedness. My hospital gown flutters down and away, a falling flag of surrender.
I awake in a sycamore tree whose limbs drape over the moonlit headstone of my grandparents. I hear what sounds like laughter — but more like tinkling glass — above me and look up. They are birds of a species the living have never seen; yet they aren’t birds. I know them.
These are the things they don’t tell us. Earth is a closed system with myriad dimensions to it. Depending on where you are in your cycle will determine where your consciousness exists. There is no need to grieve for the lost, as they aren’t.
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I am today’s host of dVerse’ Prosery. I say:
Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem.
Top image: The Open Hand Monument at the Capitol Complex in Chandigarh, India, designed by French Modern architect Le Courbusier
UPDATE on 060922. Speech given by Matthew M. about the Uvalde shooting victims:
Tao Talk 
A lovely, hopeful vision. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh my…..I like this view of our journey, so to speak. These words are particularly effective for my reading: “My hospital gown flutters down and away, a falling flag of surrender.” A very interesting view of the “afterlife” as not really being after life, but another dimension of life.
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Thank you for your careful reading and thoughtful comment, Lillian. Some of the reading and dreaming I’ve been having continues to shape my thoughts on death and life.
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How beautiful, Lisa. Your quote and music really inspired me. I love the release you describe. Thank you.
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K, I am very happy to have inspired you with the quote and the music. You are welcome ❤
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Thank you. What a way to keep the conversation going, and it must keep going. Thank you, Lisa. The music and the words were very moving.
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You’re welcome, and yes, we do.
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wow beautifully written.
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Rog, thank you.
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I have always heard of those experiences. They must be so intense
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Out of body, crossed over, ready to begin again; very Zen meets New Age. I share your vision of beyond the veil and overlapping parallel dimensions.
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I know you do, Glenn 🙂 You wouldn’t believe some of the dreams I’ve been having lately. I really think all answers are waiting for us in the great stream of consciousness, but we need to find something in our waking lives that correlate, even loosely, with what they need/want to share with us.
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Those are beautiful and comforting thoughts Lisa. ❤️
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Christine, thank you for your kind thoughts, much appreciated.
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Love your description and subject matter here! I’m addicted to watching the near-death videos on the JeffMara podcast on Youtube! This line intrigued me, “Earth is a closed system with myriad dimensions to it.” I don’t doubt it! Thanks for hosting this week, I’m loving the posts!
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Tricia, many thanks. I haven’t seen JeffMara but I have seen and heard enough to know there are things at work in the beyond.
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It’s a nice vision for those killed in this horrible incident. I still can’t wrap my head around it and all the opposition to do anything about the evident out-of-control situation in this country when it comes to guns!
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It’s a small peaceful place for respite. The children are at peace but their loved ones are in a living hell. I cannot imagine the thought of sending my kids to school in these times. I fear so much for my baby granddaughter when she reaches school age. Guns are making an already tough way to go even more menacing in the present.
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I do believe nothing is lost. But what form it takes, of that I have no certainty. This is a hopeful vision. Is it based on a dream? (K)
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It’s not any one specific dream but bits and pieces from several dreams over the past so many months. I had a strange one the other night where gray clay was thrown down and it popped up into glowing rubiks cubes.
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I often remember the feel of my dreams more than the specifics. Glowing puzzles…that could be interpreted many ways.
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With this one the feeling was amazement.
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p.s. glowing rainbow rubiks cubes!
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You’ve been having some interesting dreams. There is something out there, but we won’t know until we know! I like this. Thanks for sharing.
Pat
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You’re right. I look at them as previews of coming attractions. You’re welcome, Pat.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Things they don’t tell us and some don’t want to hear…
A thought provoking piece by Lisa…
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Thank you for reblogging, Reena.
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You are welcome.
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Very interesting idea Li.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re always welcome my friend
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Very nicely crafted opening paragraph, and then I feel held up in the words of a sage…wonderfully done…
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Ain, thanks much for your comment ❤
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Beautiful! I felt carried away with you.
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Thanks much, Susan ❤
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I’m one of those who rage against the dying of the light, and if those murdered children did go somewhere after death, I’d like to think it was to the NRA convention armed with AK-15s. But I can see how when it comes to the crunch, our thoughts probably cling to hopeful possibilities. Sorry, but I don’t believe in forgiveness.
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Jane, I can understand where you are coming from. For the grieving, to be consumed by hatred and vengeance is like pouring gasoline on unholy fires. Don McLean sang about it when he said, “Satan laughing with delight.” I think those stages of grief of Kubler-Ross include anger, and as long as we don’t get trapped in it and consumed by it, it will pass.
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That is a great vision Lisa… I’ve talked to one person who did die for a couple of minutes and she could see herself and felt somewhat how you described.
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Max, I have no doubt that we continue beyond our individual deaths. Neat to hear how those who have gotten a vision of the other side see it.
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She said she felt a great sense of warmth and most importantly…peace.
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OH! I love this, Lisa! Dreams tell us so much about what is happening under our surfaces, deep inside our psyches … cheers. Thanks again for a great challenge.
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Helen, thank you. I really like how you wrote to the challenge. It brought it so close.
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Beautiful…from the imagery of weightlessness to thoughts of the beyond. I remember watching Oprah many years ago where her guests had crossed the other side. Their stories aligned with so many specific similarities. Absolutely fascinating.
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It is fascinating, and the more I get into the dream world study the more convinced I am that there is a connection there between what we see as life and death.
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Lovely prose, Lisa. Very spiritual and artful.
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Thanks much, Bill.
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I love this, Lisa. Nothing ever ends, it just transforms.
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Yes!
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