souls are like flashes of dancing flames

Souls are like flashes of dancing flames that have emerged from the source of eternal fire, and will one day return to their Father. What their dance will be like depends on them; the fire gave them everything to make their dance magnificent and unique.

Oh, how shameful it is to return to the All-Father squeezed dry, withered, feeble, and crushed!

The flames are drawn to the Universal fire like magnets, and one day they will inevitably be pulled toward it. What will their meeting be like at the moment they reunite with their progenitor? Will they manage, during the time allotted for their dance, to fan their flame so that it burns truly bright—bright enough for their dance to be seen from the expanses of other galaxies, stars, solar systems?

Most will not succeed. They will enter the Source having spent all their flame, and old age will swallow them without a trace—extinguished, smelling of decay and ash.

Others, whose dance was beautiful and skillful, will enter Valhalla with dignity, without fear and with joy, and will make worthy company for the gods. They will burst in there on a gleaming winged horse and, perhaps, even retain their awareness of themselves as individuals. And they will be able to continue their dance, full of passion, love, and sensitivity, after a short rest at the feast with the other sons and daughters of Odin...

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