Who is Raquel? The more I loved Raquel, the more beautiful she becames. Nothing new with that. That did not change for me, till her death. All the beauty escaped her body. As our daughter observed, her spirit left her body.
While living, it was obvious to anyone who came in contact with her, that she exuded spirit. My experience is that the deceived body, though present, had drastically changed. I tried to make sense of this change.
I’m a carpenter by trade and applied my trade to mostly building and repairing houses.
So, here’s this carpenter’s notion on what was happening. Can you buy into the notion that, you see the body as person, a human being? My body is Peter B. My identity, as my spirit resides in my body, at least while alive? A wacky carpenter might look as as this on his terms. The identity and the spirit reside in the house. We all know houses being early to change. They require maintenance. They look better with a paint job now and then (lipstick, eye shadow, etc.) You can guess what the house’s plumbing system
identifies with. Is the electrical wiring too different from the ….on and on.
Possible interesting, but where does the spirit come into all of this? The spirit is the real thing – the person, who is renting the body (no, I mean the house). As the house decays, it eventually is unusable. The spirit moves out. Heaven, hell, another house, I’ve not experience any yet, but I’m experiencing the decaying of my house. My spirit and Raquel’s are, and always will be together — but I (my damn house) doesn’t let me experience that consciously.