lenred
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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 3:16 pm Post subject: On Death and Dying |
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Bob Williams lay there motionless in the hospital bed with his eyes closed, unable to speak, or move his body. Only an hour ago we had been playing tennis at the country club by the lake. Bob was my best friend. He called this morning to ask if I would join him in a set of tennis and some conversation afterward. It was Sunday and my wife had gone to visit some friends across town, so I accepted Bob's invitation. He was a published writer of fantasy novels and worked from an office he had constructed in his home.
A short while later he picked me up and we drove to the club. Bob didn't say much during the fifteen minute drive. I asked if anything was wrong. He said, "No, everything is fine". We arrived at the club and went to the locker room to change. "It's an absolutely beautiful day Bob, don't you agree"? "Yeah, I guess," he replied. I knew something was wrong but, I wasn't going to press him for an answer. After a half hour of play, he said he had to stop and rest. We walked back to the locker room where he lay down on a couch.
"OK Bob, what's going on", I asked? "I didn't want to say anything, but now I feel I must", he replied. "I’ve been having a lot of dreams in the past few weeks. They have become very depressing and I can't work or concentrate on anything. My wife is worried sick and I am afraid to see a doctor for what I may hear. My entire body gets numb for hours at a time. Sometimes I can't even get out of bed to use the bathroom without literally crawling. I'm scared as hell, to tell you the truth, but I'm not going to the doctor. I don't trust them. I would just as soon die first. You remember what they did to my brother Johnnie. There're not going to cut me up."
"Tell me about some of your dreams", I said. "Well they are scary, confusing and chaotic. Sometimes I see people who have died, and they are beckoning me to go with them. They look like something just out of the grave, with white decaying bodies. At other times I see angels, hands outstretched calling for me. One time I saw a skeleton in a black robe riding a black horse with his arm out to his side as if to grab me as he rode past. You know I used to be religious, but now an atheist, and for years you have talked to me about your metaphysical beliefs regarding death. I think I'm about to die and don't know what to believe or expect when it happens. I'm really scared".
"I do know one thing. When you talked of passing over to the other side, I somehow felt comfort in what you said and I ask that you would honor one request I have". "Of course Bob. What is it", I asked? "Help me through my transition to get to where I am supposed to go, the light." "I promise I will do the best I can", I replied. With that I saw Bob's Chakras totally shut down as he lapsed into unconsciousness.
I called 911. Within a few minutes the ambulance arrived and took him to the hospital. I called his wife Jean and told her what happened and I would meet her there shortly. We met at the information desk. They said Bob was in intensive care and we must go to the waiting room. We would be notified when the doctor made his diagnosis. Jean began relating how strange and depressed Bob had been lately. When I told her of the numbness he had been experiencing, she seemed shocked. "I leave for work early in the morning, before Bob gets up and he never confided in me. I didn't know."
About an hour later the doctor came in. "Mrs. Williams", he asked? "Yes doctor. I am her", She replied. "I am afraid I have some bad news", he said. Your husband had two aneurisms in his brain area. One of them did not appear to burst, but leaked into the brain. He must have experienced paralysis at times. The other one apparently burst a short while ago. I'm afraid there is nothing we can do to save him. You may see him for a short time. We followed a nurse down the hall to where he lay in the intensive care unit. He was connected to several tubes and electronic devices. Jean called to him but, there was no response.
I looked at Bob with my interdimensional sight and found that his life energies were almost depleted. I observed that his spirit was on the verge of leaving his body. A few moments later it did leave and rose to the ceiling , then disappeared. A moment later the doctor pronounced Bob dead. Jean knew what I did in the area of metaphysics. I told her what Bob had requested and that I would go home to concentrate on my efforts. Gigi and I would see her tomorrow. Her family would be with her shortly then take her home and stay the night to comfort her.
Upon arriving at my house, I went directly to the special room Gigi and I had set up for meditation and our metaphysical work. After relaxing for a few minutes, I contacted Bob's Source (spirit guides and teachers). They informed me that Bob was having a very difficult time in his attempt to transition. At the moment he was unaware that he had died and they asked if I would help him. Assuring them I would do the best I could according to my abilities, I called to Bob's spirit. In a moment I found him. He was standing beside his wife Jean in the hospital, quite confused as to why she would not acknowledge his presence and talk to him.
Jean made one last trip to the intensive care unit just as the nurses were removing the tubes and disconnecting the body from the electronic devices. Bob followed her and when he saw his body laying on the table, he realized what had happened and why Jean hadn't noticed him. At that moment he became aware of my consciousness near him. "Hello my friend", he said telepathically. "I remember asking for your help. I know that I am now dead, but I do not know what to do. I have this urge to go someplace, where, I do not know. When I was a Christian I would have expected to see Jesus. Being an atheist, I am confused as to why I am still alive, in this spirit form. Please help me." "Did I not promise to assist you"? I replied.
"The urge that you have is to go forth to the light, through the corridor of transition and the other side. In your confusion as to where you are going and what to expect, you will encounter many temptations to exit the corridor before you have reached the other side. The corridor passes through the astral realm, and entities along the way will try to dissuade you from your goal of reaching the light, going with them instead.. You can always exit prematurely, that is your choice. If you do, you may regret what you have gotten into. At the end of the corridor is where you will meet friends, relatives and those who will help you learn and adjust to your new life. Love is the focus there. Concentrate your thoughts on that and the light which lies before you. I shall be allowed to accompany you for awhile if you wish." "Please do", he said
As we moved through the corridor and the astral realm, we encountered entities of every description, tempting the many with their wares of deceit and lies. Some were eventually taken in by the enticing presentations. As we proceeded through the corridor, Bob would turn to me and smile with a knowing of what they were trying to do. Approaching the end of the tunnel, I bid my friend goodbye as he did me. I saw that he would be alright now and reach his goal, the light on the other side, without interruption.
The next day Gigi and I visited Jean. I told her of Bob's journey, that he was in good hands and not to be concerned. She was relieved to hear what I had said. "If Bob chooses to visit me on occasion, I will know it. I also know to let him go, that he may get on with his new life", she said. Bob did visit us a couple of times after that, just to say he was doing great and would soon begin another life. Farewell my friend.
Rev Lenred |
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