In the VA Hospice today, a dying veteran, who has told me before, that he feels like he is in "transcendental ecstasy" when his eyes are closed sometimes. He told me today with a blissful look on his face told me that there were "tinkling sounds all around me". He moved his fingers up and down up and down in front of his face describing the sound as like tiny crystals hitting ice like tiny bells."
Personally, in a vision I had one time, there was a genderless choral group with different colors of a rainbow, whose sweet gentle laughter sounded just like that - tinkling tiny bells or rushing water in a mountain stream when it hits rocks along the way.
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