[This was channeled and written quite a while ago for reasons, though Apollon told me to hold off on it until now. I actually wasn’t going to post this at all, also for reasons.]
“For the one who lays upon the deathbed. I know how your breath is labored, and how the feel of air over your chest is now like the hand of a moonless night, sapping away life’s heat. I know how the sound of blood flowing– that sound only you can hear– is your comfort, perpetually proving that life continues. I know how you long for these moments of lucidity to last, though they come only in shortening intervals.
“I know how the delicate path of a single tear from your far-off eyes can delight you, briefly, as it tickles a shining trail across your cheek. I know your memories, for they are also My memories, and in them I see the pain of regret stinging you in all the places you had anticipated.
“This is the end of a path that was not without consequence, or decision– but I am here. I know the song in your heart. The one that swirls your thoughts to its rhythms, and beats like a drum upon the wall that separates life from death. I am here, in the rhythms with you, and I know the peace you have longed for, secretly, in your dreams.
“Now, dream once more to the sounds of life lived around you. Whispers delivered in sheaths of pity, and sobs well rehearsed upon the inevitable. This is no longer your time. Let them have their pity and their sobbing rites, for you, in all of your pure nakedness, are Mine, now and forever.”