Hey!
Although the weather in England was beautiful today, I slept like killed. I simply needed it and my body needed it as well. A week ago I decided that this Monday I would go to the vicinity of this church to sit on a bench outside. The weather was good and the sun for a long time was helling my face and back. After reaching the chosen place, concrete stairs appeared before my eyes and at the very end of them there were metal gates. In a quick and efficient step, like a roe deer, I overcame obstacles. A powerful old block appeared to me like a war machine.
The main point was the church, which was built in 1506. The tower is 135 feet high. Impressive view. While walking around the building and in the small cemetery I sat on a bench in the shade to cool my body and drink water on this hot day.
Closing my eyes and relaxing I felt a gentle touch or rather a hug on my shoulder. In my thoughts I had a picture of a priest who interrupts my rest or a homeless person whom I can help. So I opened my eyes... there was no one in front of me. I looked around, so carefully.
There was no living soul. Smiling at myself, I took a few more pictures.....
and greeted a good spirit with my hand going out through the gate towards the main road.
I didn't feel any fear or anxiety, probably it was someone with good energy like me. Man does not want to think about death because he is afraid of it. He is afraid of the unknown, what he cannot see or touch. I am different.