I see lots of preparations for death in the global astral.

No stupid “horror” stuff with zombies and the grim reaper, and also no high spiritual stuff with prayer to God and meditation; rather, mournful memories of moments of beauty in the world, things from childhood and youth now gone.

The energy resonates with this:

“Written by Nashville songwriter Curly Putman, “Green, Green Grass Of Home” tells the tale of a condemned prisoner who is longing to escape to the green, green grass of home. At the end of the song, it was revealed that the man is facing execution, and he will be coming home only to be buried.”

“This is an adaptation of an older song, this version we written after the Jacobite rebellion about 2 soldiers, one who was sentenced to death the other got to return to Scotland. The meaning of “ye’ll take the high road and ill take the low-road” is based in an old belief that if someone dies out of their home country ones soul returns home after death to pass on this was called taking the low road while the one who survived took the high road (the road on earth to Scotland).”