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This priest was also my grandmas priest and he was responsible of the church of her quarter, called Hochwald. Our religion teacher, who was probably a man of great faith wanted us to understand about life, death and resurrection. He liked paraboles and in this lesson, during which I was very attentive, he shared the story of a very old woman of Hochwald, whom my grandma probably knew, but he wouldn t reveal her name. He told us that she had lost her husband a few years ago and had been very affected by the loss of her husband. She used to be very close to her man and she missed him greatly in her daily life. One night, she had a very intense dream. Her husband appeared to her in a dream. She recognized him immediately, but she was surprised because he was so thin and didn t really have much flesh on him, yet he was so full of light that he was like transfigured. He was smiling at his wife. He told her never to worry again about him, that he was doing very well in the place he was. She asked him why he was so thin.He answered : " Where I am, we don t need we don t need food. Our food is spiritual." When she woke up, she felt loved and all her fears about her husband had vanished. The same priest also used the following metaphor for us to understand that death wasn t an end, but just some further step leading to eternal life. He said: " look at the baby in his mother s womb. You are like this baby. If somebody tells the baby to be born about terrestrial life, about the flowers and all the beauty outside, he won t believe you. Same goes for you. If an angel tells you about life in Heaven, you probably won t believe him, because he is talking about something you haven t experienced by now. It is not because you cannot see things with your eyes that they don t exist. There is a life after death and it is filled with beauty."
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