The End of the Line

I understand now, a hard and bitter life on earth ends with no heaven or hell. Just the chance for a soul to rest in peace.
My own life had been chaotic, moments of sadness interwoven with flicks of abuse, torture and powerlessness.
I now know the soul does not carry the burden of conscience waking moments, only old home movies of someone else's' life.
I now share my existence with eight other souls enlightened in our journey to spend eternity brining others together in a ritual of sustainment.
We are at peace, supporting new souls that mirror our own movies. Blessed to surround the strength of our purpose, molded comfortably in our own space fitting nicely within the parameters of our days.
The loss of one of us takes from all.
The addition of a new soul can never replace the comfort and completeness of the original.
We are all finally in complete peace spending eternity knowing our place.

A point of view from a chair of a 200yr.old oak dinning room set
shanta-k