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Soon, he had to leave for his plane. When he said good-bye to his Grandma, they both silently knew this was the last time. They looked at each other in the doorway. He hugged her. This hug was different than any he had given her before. He held her against him. Her head rested sideways on his chest. She did not get hugged or held by anyone anymore. They knew that this would be their last embrace. When he let go, her eyes were full of tears. He nearly lost his composure, but managed to say good-bye. As he turned and walked away, he felt his childhood drain from him. For the last time, he walked through the big yard where he and his brother used to sleep in the tent. He would never again see these surroundings of Grandma's. His small remains of carefree youth left him as he left Grandma.
He knew that inside the house, Grandma went to her room and cried. When she stopped crying, the lonely silence returned.
When we were young children, we were swirling around at the very top of the very wide funnel of life. We were carefree, worry-free. Tragedy was nonexistent. And life seemed bigger than life with so many new experiences in that very wide opening of the funnel of life...filled with the potion of life swirling around into unexplored adventures, swirling around that ungraspably wide opening of the funnel of life.
Now grown up, we can retrieve the bigger-than-life sense of life by building new experiences of life. But life's potion still gets pulled down the funnel. Life steadily leaves the funnel until, like Grandma, 60 years later each one of us drops into the final tube at the bottom of the funnel of life. In that final tube, our loved ones around us begin to die -- spouse, brother, sister, friends. But this time, we will not move past the tragedies. For, we will be caught in the final exit tube of the funnel of life. So little life left. Soon the final drop of our potions will fall from the funnel of life, and everything will be over forever.
Grandma died the next year. Now Dad moved toward his final tube in the funnel of life. Nothing could stop it. Life for Dad and his sons moved from carefree days in the past toward tragic days ahead. The unbreakable love they built among each other would be mercilessly broken by death. They built their bigger-than-life company, goals, and achievements together. Yet, they would lose all that and then their lives. Dad was the first to go. From there on, all carefree happiness in his sons was extinguished forever. In just a seeming flash of time, his sons entered their final tube in the funnel of life. This time, they were not saying good-bye to Grandma, to their carefree youths, and to all the wonderful times at Grandma's beach house. This time, they were saying good-bye to each other, to their own lives and loved ones, and to all the wonderful values they built together.
Why could not life for Grandma, Dad, and his sons ever again be like it was when they were children? Two life-lifting sensations are lost when we grow up under the old code:
I witnessed that under the new code, both the bigger-than-life sensations and the carefree happiness came back in the Neotech Era. The Third Vision took me there and showed me that life was bigger-than-life again after the job revolution (the Fourth Vision) as we excitedly built and lived our dreams. Moreover, the carefree sensations came back after we depoliticized America. Today, big-government regulations block rapid medical progress necessary to eradicate fatal diseases and to slow down the fatal disease of cellular degeneration -- aging...death.
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