I reside in the land of the Living, so why should I fear death? Death doesn’t live here, but it’s doing all that is in its power to gain entry into the Gates. Oh how desperate is death to camouflage itself to appear as Live so that a breech of security occurs. I give thanks for Cell Love shining on all that approaches the gates easily recognizing all things that cast a shadow. As I take care of them, they take care of me. Clean, clear and full of vitality.