This was the last thought that Guy´s mind shot while he was leaving his body:
“The women finally killed me.”
As the mind shut off and the soul took over, it said in a calm, clear voice:
“No, they have always been showing you what love is, supporting you in your true colours.”
With his new eyes, Guy saw his mother nodding approvingly and smiling.
What now, completely boundless, weightless, timeless? I did not even believe in God, Guy pondered. Nobody in our family did.
“God is a human concept. Religion has absolutely nothing to do with eternity.” The Soul responded.
“Oh, so people could spare themselves a lot of troubles, if they knew this.” Guy´s new Self continued the dialogue with the Universal Soul.
With his new eyes, Guy looked at his former body lying listlessly on the ground where it hit falling from the thatched roof. Thatched roofs – inspiration that came to Belgium from across the Channel. The roof became his destiny when he climbed it to clean gutters in the rented house of Overijse.
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Si Ute n’avait pas été enceinte jusqu’aux yeux, elle n’aurait pas dit non à un petit vin blanc. Ça aurait été le moment parfait. Confortablement installée dans une chaise longue dans la véranda, elle profitait des premiers rayons de soleil du printemps. De là où elle était, elle avait une excellente vue sur le jardin. Guy était en train de planter de jolies fleurs bleues à quelques mètres d’elle. Son torse nu offrait un spectacle impressionnant, plongeant Ute dans une rêvasserie sensuelle qui était plus qu’agréable.
