I was lying in bed next to Angela crying, and telling her how afraid I was to die. Then we ended up in something that looked like the deep ocean, and there were these fish-like spirits floating around, all swarming and fighting to get to this one tiny hole in the water, and I then realized that this is where spirits go to try to be born. I also then realized that the process is similar when people die—it’s just as hard to die as it is to be born.

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