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When I was four years old my mother took me to Harris Hill in Elmira, NY.
There was one of the top Glider airports in the country there in 1959.

While on the tarmac I saw a tall older man and something struck me to say to him--I don't know where this came from:

I said "You are the man who never dies" He looked at me strangely and then my Mother came up apologized and pulled me away.

He was looking at me as I left. Who knows--I just know that this urge never came over me again since.

We are pretty blind as we go on our everyday activities as I feel that there are many different forms of consciousness in this world.
There could be so much going on that we actually miss.

Immortals could be far numerous that we know.
One of their protection is that we simply deem it impossible.