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#thereisnodeath the secret of the academician Bechterev tonight #documentary #bechterew #male #white #russia #tvprogramme https://www.instagram.com/p/CLJ8TGIlBcB/?igshid=1163q5gujq6ax
Even if you believe there is no soul. Upon death, you will be nothing less that the "Star-dust" you are today. ...which has and will always exist. - www.OpenandClear.com - #lifeafterdeath #thereisnodeath #eternal #life #eternallife #acim #acourseinmiracles #spirit #healing (at Real Salt Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnM_c9UnwAV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=94wrl2a1satp
"There is no death. Follow the dogs. They will show you." #sidewalk #nyc #newyork #sidewalkwisdom #brooklyn #williamsburg #deaddog #thereisnodeath (at Williamsburg, Brooklyn)
#skull #church #thereisnodeath
Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone.
Chief Seattle