Dying

Before I go into details, I would like to first add that I am not going to commit suicide, nor am I suicidal.

Now for my story:

I have predicted death in the past and have always been correct.

I am now feeling as if though I, myself, am going to die.

For the past little while, I have been feeling this way. I have noticed, ever since I began feeling this way, I have achieved this overall sense of calmness and serenity. I am at peace with things I have never been at peace with before, and I have gradually lost the ability to feel anger. My mind is becoming exhausted, not in a "I'm tired and need a nap" way, but a way as if though it is begining to shut down and disconnect from the physical world.

I am constantly seeing white flashes, sometimes out the corner of my eye, and sometimes right infront of me. They emit a very comforting and warm feeling, and I am certain they are angels.

I am losing interest in things I was once very passionate about.

I am losing my appetite.

I am losing my sense of humor.

I am losing my ability to care.

I am losing everything.

I am not sick nor suicidal, I am just simply feeling as if though the end of my life is nearing, and my mind is slowly separating itself from all things in the physical world, while growing closer to the spiritual world.

I have always been afraid of death; for I do not know what it entails, if it entails anything at all. But I am no longer afraid. I am accepting, and ready. And if I died tonight, I would embrace it, because if it makes me feel even half of what I have been feeling lately, I know it will be beautiful.