Tim and Mike are dead, brutally murdered.

Mike and Tim Visit Earth

The End.

Do not weep for me for I have not gone. I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak. I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face. I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth. I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream.

Do not weep for me for I have not gone. I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me. I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision. I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising. I am the stag on the wild hills way. I am just around the corner.

Therefore, the wise weep not. But rejoice at the transformation of my Being.

---For more Mike, buy his comedy albums and listen to Irish Goodbye Podcast!!

---For more Tim, check out what he is up to at thethirdthing.net - go to the shop for healings, readings and gear. Then head on over to thedivinemovement.com to see where Tim and Gina will be next around the world!

We love you all, thank you for coming along for the ride.

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