I still couldn't see anything but heard a

I still couldn't see anything but heard a voice. "You were struck by lightning. Stay calm and follow me." I tried to follow but couldn't. "It's OK. You'll have to leave your body."

The voice continued, "And when you leave your body, DO NOT go toward the light. Do you understand? Follow my voice into the darkness..." I had been struck by lightening, but this

time something was different. Maybe it was the burning flesh on my arm, it really started to tingle. I wasnt ready to leave this world yet. I thought of all the things I needed to

add to the autobiographical musical I had been preparing about my life. The real problem was trying to write the closing number based on how I die, after I die. It will be tricky

before my adoring fans convince me to keep writing musical musicals. I then realised I am not alone and what I do impacts others. My life must be celebrated in a musical

more vibrant than any other, more creative and ecstatic. I want everyone to read what I have done and what I will do..... and I definitely want my students to

have some slight sense, but not so much as to hinder their own flourishing, that I have been there and back and they must attend the Garden of Learning. Mrs. Crepuscule's class was

full of delinquent daisies, badly behaved begonias & stroppy sedums. Mrs Crepuscule believed in positive reinforcement. "Thank you for not strangling Pansy, Billy Bindweed, have a

pleasant day, and remember to take good care of my dachshund Lobsterton. He loves me, and I love to feed him little marshmallow snacks. But now, it's high time to leave.