Transmigration

I would remind you that there is a certain quality to your life notes as you walk this earth, a density that each man or woman maps through the corridors of time. In its finality, these notes are the road map of many souls alike, crucifixion being the central theme. Obviously, not all men or women are physically crucified. You may ask why such a grotesque form of symbol would carry itself through the centuries, the corridors of time and become that which is common to mankind. I have said that the cross symbol, it is the evaporative process of the DNA helix spread over the time that it takes the soul to transmigrate from the body after death.

In this transmigration, the soul shoots from the hip, so to speak, a directional flow not too unlike a crossbow, and the ethereal body is flung from its attachment to the midstream. In such a state, a soul may find itself scurrying back to the body, uncertain of what it has become. This cross shape is the code for transmigration, and the only code used thus far for humankind.

Different entities use other symbols when speaking of death, but ours is the crucifix. The very shape of the body allows for an easy understanding of such a cross, lends itself to such a cross, although the physical usage for torture and punishment was a sorry creation of mass greed and barbarism. Christ crucified, as I have spoken of him, was content to say, a helpful illustration of what all men must find as they come unto death, the tent left behind.