"I wasn't ready to die!"

“I wasn’t ready to die!”

I fell and punctured my palm Saturday. I didn’t think a whole lot about it. 5 hours later my wound was still bleeding.

I kept puting an antibiotic on it, and bandaging it as well as I could, because I didn’t want to go to the emergency room. I have a hard enough time dealing with the energies in a movie theater, so you might be able to imagine what I’m like in a hospital setting.

I did this while visiting the home of one of my aunts, who is about to cross over from brain cancer, and my cousins want me to be with them when it happpens. My uncle Roque (row key) asked when the last time I had a tetanus shot was, and I admitted it was 12 years ago. Since I hurt myself on a metal object, I agreed it would be a good idea to get another one. We left the house and my cousin Tina joined us to go to an urgent care center.

To make a long story short, 3 1/2 hours later, I left with two stitches in my palm, a tetanus shot in my upper left arm, and a scrip for antibiotics. The staff at the facility was awesome, compassionate, and made sure I was aware of what they were going to do, and why.

Later that night, when I was back at my aunt’s home, it occurred to me that what happened was very similar to what souls who weren’t ready to die go through. This might be due to the suddenness of their passing. They may have passed at the hands of another, or at an early age. It may have been due to an illness such as AIDs. It could be someone who believed that they’d be getting a long “dirt nap,” and are surprised to find out that they were wrong. Of course, there are those souls who are afraid of an angry, vengeful “god” that their religion taught them about, ready to cast them into hell. Whatever the reason, the soul is escorted by it’s loved ones to what can best be described as an “aid station.”

This receiving center is staffed by souls who have chosen to help other souls by patiently attending to their needs. The souls are given all of the “time” they need to adjust to their new reality. If the soul is tired, they are given a place to rest without anyone getting in their face. If a soul is “angry” about the circumstances of their passing, they are listened to without judgment until they are ready to let go and move on.

During one session a woman told me she was disappointed that she didn’t hear from her father who died without any belief in God. She was worried he wasn’t able to communicate with her because he was in “hell.” I asked the souls about her father and saw a man “sleeping.” I asked her if her father slept a lot while he was alive. She told me “no.”

“He’s not really asleep,” I was told by one of the souls watching over him. “He just doesn’t want to accept the fact that he’s here, so he’s pretending he’s asleep and that this is all a dream. Tell his daughter that he’s fine, and that when he finally decides to ‘wake up’ we’ll be here to help him.”

Whether a soul needs this sort of help or not, all souls go through what they refer to as, “The Life Review.” I’ll be talking about that in my next post.



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