A strong presence assures me, “Yes, you are dying to the world of men. But to us you are being born. Do not be afraid. You have always been with us; we have always been with you. We know you. You just fell asleep during your time on earth and forgot who you are. Now you are remembering.”
Revelation fills my awareness—of course, yes! I am of the Beings of Light and they are of me! What is this new surge of energy? It begins as a very gentle vibration rising through the length of my body from my feet to the top of my head, but now my whole self is vibrating. I hear buzzing. It is growing louder, and now the vibration and the buzzing are becoming one.
I feel such a wonderful release! I’m free! I can’t resist this new and wonderful tide of energy sweeping my body upward. Now I’m on the hospital room ceiling, gazing down! Everything appears so small: I see my bed; my body looks small and colorless; the people around the bed are tiny. Overwhelming grief and sorrow fill the room, and yet I feel completely disconnected from the scene below me. I hover nearer and look at the strange form lying on the bed. I feel compassion beyond words. I understand everything, but I have no feeling of attachment to anyone. I look at each person standing at the bedside and feel tremendous love.
I want to say to them, “I’m all right. You don’t have to worry. I’m all right. Look at me! I’m fine!”
I am love; I am understanding; I am compassion!
My presence fills the room. And now I feel my presence in every room in the hospital. Even the tiniest space in the hospital is filled with this presence that is me. I sense myself beyond the hospital, above the city, even encompassing Earth. I am melting into the universe. I am everywhere at once. I see pulsing light everywhere. Such a loving presence envelops me!
I hear a voice say, “Life is a precious gift: to love, to care, to share.”
SEEING A WORLD OF DARKNESS
Questions race through my awareness: Why is there so much pain in the world? Why are humans made of different colors? Why with different creeds? Why with different languages?
A vision appears. I see our world from the vantage point of a star or another planet. Earth looks like a sphere cut in half. The surface of the planet is flat and colorless. The ground is bare. No living plant grows from the Earth. Tree branches are naked. There are no fruits, no flowers, no leaves. The barren hills are obscured behind a gray veil. It is a passionless place where no one rejoices at the sunrise, and no one knows when night comes. Naked phantom-like people stand on what seems to be a stage. All the actors are puppets animated by an invisible force. They move in unison and stop all at once.
On one side of half of the sphere, a sun attempts to shine upon the stage, but no one pays attention or makes a sound. Even the birds in the dead trees are silent and motionless. The other side of the half sphere is in darkness. I watch as the darkness grows with frightening speed and covers the whole planet. No one pays attention. Now the darkness covers the sunlight, and now it covers all the bright planets in the universe.
“This is the world with the absence of light, love, and free will,” the voice states. “It is the people’s choices that created the world you have just seen.”
With these words, the nightmarish world begins to dissolve and is replaced by the other half of the planet—a place of vibrant, breathtaking beauty. I perceive how the Earth, the sun, the moon, the darkness, the light, the planets, and all forms of life—plants, rocks, animals, people—are interconnected; they come from the same source of Light. Everything is united by a transparent net or web, and each thread shines with great radiance. Everything pulses with the same luminosity—a magnificent Light of unparalleled brilliance.
“From the Light we have come, and to the Light we all shall return,” continues the voice.
I realize now I have been standing in the middle of the two worlds. And with this understanding, an image of the path I have been walking appears. It is narrow and rocky; I have the sensation of losing my balance. I grow afraid of falling into the darkened planet. Free will! With the remembering, I gaze at my invisible feet. The narrow path changes into a wide road. The darkness is replaced by Light.
“Never, never forget,” I hear the voice say.
Merging with the Light, I am so overcome with gratitude and overwhelmed by the love that fills me that I cry.
Suddenly, time and space are different again, and I am momentarily aware of my body.
I am aware that the window to the left of my bed is filled with vibrant, powerful Light. It seems to be calling me and pulling me toward it like a magnet. I hear the buzzing again and . . . Whoosh! I’m zooming through the window! I merge with the Light! I am the Light, and the Light is me.
“From the Light we have come, and to the Light we shall all return,” repeats the voice.
What a joy to bathe in this incredible all-knowing, all-loving Light. I can travel through walls, ceilings, and space at amazing speed! I visit my son Philippe, who is only four.
A tremendous power moves me. I am boundless, formless, no longer controlled by my emotions. I am everything. Everything is me!
I’m back in the hospital room. A mist coming from the door facing my bed attracts my attention. In the middle of the vapor is a being with the most heavenly smile. Jean Pierre! It is my cousin Jean Pierre! I am overwhelmed with joy. As I gaze at Jean Pierre, the hospital room disappears. We are suspended in midair. There are no windows or doors, no ceiling or ground. A brilliant radiance fills all space. He slowly approaches my bed and bends to kiss me. I feel the moisture of his lips on my face, the weight of his body against mine, the gentle touch of his hands on me.
Jean Pierre is my brother. After a long and painful battle with lung cancer, he died two years ago when he was only twenty-two. I am still grieving his passing. How wonderful to see him again! And what is this? He is wearing his butterscotch jacket. This jacket has been the subject of many discussions. He loves it; I hate it.
“How did you know I was here?”
My question is a thought not yet put into words as Jean Pierre answers, “We know everything about you, and we welcome you.”
Such a warm feeling of peace! I am complete—whole! I am free of pain and fear. There is no past or future—everything is! There is no need to speak to be understood or to communicate. I feel serenity beyond anything I have ever known. And joy of joys: I can fly! I swirl easily and with great speed around my cousin in a playful way, expressing the ultimate joy that is me. Everything is the way it should be. Never have I felt so clear, so complete, so loved. I gaze at myself: I am whole and healed! I can interact and play with Jean Pierre with my natural vigor. Familiar Beings of Light are here, too. I immerse myself in their loving presence. It’s as if they are protecting me and carrying me. We are all interconnected. I relax into the timeless joy. What a glorious feeling! I want to be here forever. Jean Pierre is gazing at me now as the other beings begin to depart. His dark eyes are filled with great tenderness and purity. He turns to leave with the others, and I plead with him to take me with him. His eyes fill with sadness.
“Not now,” he responds. “There is much, much work for you. You have to go back and tell them. Life is a precious gift. Each moment is filled with great opportunities. Don’t waste your time on earth. Spread love and understanding. We will always be with you—guiding you, protecting you, waiting for the time when we will be reunited—when your work on earth is over.”
I watch as Jean Pierre dissolves into the same brilliant Light with which he had entered. The Light is fading away, too.
The room is empty now. My grief is intense. I start to cry out of desperation and loneliness.
Suddenly, I’m back in the hospital in bed. I am fully aware of my surroundings and my physical state of being. Tubes are implanted in my body. The pain is overwhelming. My sadness is intense. I am so weak I cannot speak. I have lost my voice, and the doctors are alarmed