NO MORE REWARD. THE DEAD. Ecclesiastes 9:5 - For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten. ⚫️ Note: There are rewards for the souls that are in Christ that made it to heaven. They are not forgotten. Matthew 25:46 speaks of everlasting consciousness.

I`m going to tell you about a real event which happened several months ago. This story is about a young and unmarried couple`s history. Jake fell in love with Ann the minute he saw her. Ann was a pretty girl who had nice ways and was sweet to kiss and cuddle. Jake was a tall, strikingly handsome guy with dark hair. Every girl who saw him was bound to fall in love with him. Jake started to write letters to express his feelings to her. They were getting to know each other well day by day. They always wanted to be together. They were obviously very much in love . You could see real love in their eyes . Even if Jake hadn't seen Ann once a day, he would have really missed her. The wedding day was clear. Everything had been going well until that day… It was the night of March 31 st and Ann called Jake because of missing him. After a 2-hour-phone conversation, Ann told Jake that she wanted to sleep: - Ann : Jake , I want to sleep - Jake : Actually, It is time to sleep and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. So I have to sleep right now. See you tomorrow. Good night! - Ann : But… I have to tell you something very important. …just don`t fall asleep early. - Jake : Well, but what has happened ? Do you feel Ok? - Ann : Just don`t fall sleep early and wait for my text message… Jake agreed to wait for her message and said good-bye. It was 1.30 a.m. Jake received a text message from Ann. The following were written in the message : “ Don`t bother and call me anymore, please. Actually, I don`t love you. Let`s forget everything, our love story and our past. Forgive me, please. …” Firstly, he didn't understand why she was saying so. Then, Jake called Ann, but she didn`t answer the mobile phone. He called her again and again. As a result, Ann turned off her mobile phone. Jake couldn`t believe that the only person who is the meaning of his life and he trusts gave up him. Jake read her last words with tears in his eyes. He was shocked. He didn`t know what to do. Finally, he decided to go to Ann`s home to hear these words from herself and wanted to ask why she made that decision. Jake was driving fast to get to Ann`s home and find answers to his questions. While he was driving , he didn`t stop calling her every minute. Because of the bright lights of the oncoming truck on the opposite side, he looked at the way. As he was driving at high speed, Jake could not control the car, as a result, his car collided with the truck. It was 2.30 a.m. Inside the burning car, Jake slowly opened his eyes from the sound of his mobile phone and regained consciousness. There was a text message from Ann : “ Happy April Fools` Day !!! I love you very much. That was only a joke. I will never give up on you. “ After 5 minutes, Jake died… Love is a wonderful feeling that only a few people get. You can fall in love with anyone but being loved back by the same person is very hard. It's hard to believe this story, but anything can happen in this life. Draw your own conclusions from this story.

The Living “I'm so stiff,” cried the corpse, “I'm dying to dance again.” And there he rose, hopping off the autopsy table to do a pirouette on the pristine tiles of the room. He twirled and twisted in perfect synchrony to imaginary music, jumping and turning with such conviction that the coroner nearly heard that same music the dead was dancing to. He moved around the room, avoiding each object with such precision that the amazed onlooker couldn't help but wonder if this man had ever been there before. The coroner never got any company – only the dead came to visit him. He stared, amazed at the newly exhumed corpse jumping across the room in a perfect brisé. The dancer became akin to a top spinning out of balance, coiling around in some hidden rage before reaching a crescendo with a sweep of his hand. He moved into what looked like the final position, right leg outstretched, tracing a circle around him with his arms spread far behind, face wistful as he looked up past the ceiling. Spellbound, the coroner couldn't but clap at what had played in front of him. He had never been too much of a fan of the performing arts but to deny the dance proper appreciation would be a sin, even if it was to music he can't hear. The beauty of his form, his harmony, the sincerity of his expression; it was all utter perfection. The undead dancer gave a low bow to the coroner, a humble thank you coming from his lips. As he did so, the stunned man was reminded of something he'd read a long, long time ago. “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music,” he whispered, eyes wide. “Nietzsche,” the other nodded, pale as death but looking more alive than ever. He reached his right hand towards the still man. “Now, dance with me.” The coroner, entranced, put a hesitant hand on his. A gasp escaped his lips as their skin touched. “It's cold.” + The Dead If the corpse heard, he didn't show it as he wrapped his left arm around the living one. He hummed in approval as the other put his hand on his shoulder. The beat of the other's heart was intoxicating to his ears; the breath on his lips, the blood running through his veins. It had been so long since he'd last been alive that all he could do was admire the essence of life in his arms. He loved how it brought him on the cliff of ecstasy; dangling off the edge, so close to falling into intense, never ending pleasure. Infatuated he was with life – no – he daresay lusted for it. He lusted to feel life in his hands, in his control, doing as he desired. He waltzed the living man across the room, carefully avoiding the chairs and tables and gently twirling him around, making the other lose balance slightly just for the dead to catch him in his cold embrace once more. The unlikely pair did this again and again, their delicate stepping and turning becoming something more aggressive; they pushed and they pulled, their turns sharpening. The corpse shoved the coroner on to the autopsy table he came from, pushing him down on the cold metal. “You are mine now.” This shook the living man out of his enchanted stupor, and he writhed and kicked, trying to escape from the cold, rigid grip of death. “No,” the dancer tutted condescendingly; a reasoning mother to an irascible child. “That is not how you are to behave.” From the side table he produced a scalpel, blemish-free and all but gleaming in the harsh light. An unsettling thought came about the coroner. I had just finished sharpening my tools.

Beautiful sunsets, slowly and gracefully outshining the dead. Crippling darkness… emerging from the long lost souls, trying hard to bury their last drop of breath. But nothing is to worry, for them are sleeping well, deep in the grounds where peace and light is always to be found. Darkness shall rise no more, but only love and light from the long lost souls, trying to find their way out, through the never-ending grounds. -inspired by my deceased grandmother-