I died 3 times

On Saturday, I had a chat with a stranger at my favorite spot next to the river.After a few minutes, I say: You seem quite calm and centered. Nice energy.He says: You know why? I died 3 times already.

A motorbike accident and 2 heart attacks. The last one in February. I was always pushing too hard. Now I hope I learned my lesson. You know, I always thought I lived life, but I didn’t.

I didn’t live life. I missed life. He turns right - and looks at the water. He seems to be talking to himself. Now I’m taking it much slower. On one side, I have to.On the other side, I want to.His name is Ramsi. He’s a former professional football player.He needed to die to be born again. God didn’t want me to die. I don’t know why. But I’ll find out one day, he says…We exchange contacts, and I leave. I am grateful for having met Ramsi. He reminded me, that life is here to be lived in the moment. Not the past, not the future. Right here, right now. When we bring our full attention to what is, rather than what was or what will be, we experience the essence of who we are.From that place of being - beyond our form identities like name, profession, etc - it is possible to flow with life, instead of against it.Moment by moment. What do you need to shift, to be fully here, now?

Much love,Christian

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