If today is any indication of what the rest of this journey is going to be like, we are all in for the ride of a lifetime. (literally). When Jeff woke up this morning, I could tell he was agitated. I think perhaps he realized how life changing his decision yesterday was and he told me he was scared. I assured him that it was a perfectly natural emotion and asked him if he would like some help with it. He said "ok". So I began to do some EFT (www.emofree.com). In the past, that has always calmed him down almost immediately. But this time, his agitation increased. I called my sister and asked for her advice. Her answer threw me for a bit of a loop because she asked me who else was in the room. There was no one visible but Jeff and I. She asked the same question again and I realized that perhaps the reason I was not having any effect was because it was time for me to step away from the scene and let others who knew far more than I did about the Spirit realm help him.
Like I said in yesterday's post, I was a witness to some marvelous events at the passing on of Jeff's father. After the ventilator tube that was keeping him alive was removed, he did not die immediately like we were led to believe he would. Instead, he woke up fully aware of who we were and where he was. We had a delightful time giving hugs and seeing his sense of humor so intact. He spoke in whispers because of the tube that had been in his throat, but his communication was clear as he talked with his children. At one point, his gaze moved upward and his eyes filled with surprise. The he said "what are you doing here? it's been a long time." We did not know who he was talking to at the time, but it was a very real conversation he was having. His gaze then went back to those of us in the room and he seemed almost surprised that we were still there. He then described to us was that it was like a window had opened and the room had filled with angels. We could not see anything ourselves, but we could hear his side of the communication he was having. It was very humbling as well as fascinating. One of the most interesting conversations he had was when he said, "mother, how do you expect me to do this?". It never occured to me that perhaps when it comes right down to it, we may not know how to die. For many hours, we witnessed him being taught.
So today I was not surprised when I was once again a witness to teaching from the Spirit realm. During this time, I did not want to interrupt or intrude, so I just observed. It was not quite as astonishing as it was with Jeff's dad, because for the most part Jeff was very quiet with only a few yes, no's, and ok's. Mostly he just listened. Sometimes he resisted what was being taught to him, sometimes he got tears in his eyes. I could tell he was accessing information by the way his eyes moved. It was exactly the same as when I do EFT (www.emofree.com) with him. After about 2 hours, he took a great big breath and sighed. When we are doing EFT, this is the sign that whatever needed to be released has been completed.
Later on when I asked him if he was being taught, he responded affirmatively. When I asked him if he was still afraid, he said, "only a little bit". Then I asked him who had come to visit him. He responded yes to Emily, his father, his grandparents Pearson, his great grandfather Gustav, and his Great Grandfather Riley Pearson. He said there were lots of others that had come around. When I asked him if they taught him about Jesus, he said "yes". I also asked him if he felt their love for him. That was a big yes.
For the rest of the day he was very calm and at peace. He didn't say much, but I could tell that he was still being visited off and on. This evening when we discussed it again, I asked him if Emily was still around. He said, no, but she would be back. The one that seemed to stay the longest and the closest to him was his father. Jeff really enjoyed that and felt deeply loved. I imagine there were not a lot of words passed between them, but the feelings and emotions of love were very strong. When I asked Jeff how he felt, he just said "nice".
Now for you dear reader, you can choose to believe that what I am writing about was real, or you can make up some other explanation. I can't quantify with any emperical evidence that Jeff was visited today by loved ones who have already passed on. I can only tell you what I saw with my eyes, heard with my ears, and felt with my soul. I choose to believe that life continues after we die and that the same spirit that makes up our unique existence stays in tact once the body no longer houses it. I believe that the feelings of love, family, and community are still very much a part of our existence and that when we grieve the loss of someone on this side of the veil, they celebrate a homecoming on the other side. I choose to believe that there is purpose to life and that death is just moving forward with that purpose. I feel it an honor to assist my husband as he prepares to leave his body behind and move forward. I believe there will come a time that he will once again be reunited with his body in a perfected form. The same degree of sorrow I will feel at his passing will be turned to joy beyond compare when we meet again. It is the same hope I feel when I think about meeting my sweet daughter again face to face. I cannot tell you how I know these things. It just feels right to me and brings me a deep sense of peace.
When Jeff's dad passed away, it was suggested that we read a book called Final Gifts: Understanding the Special Awareness, Needs, and Communications of the Dying written by 2 hospice nurses who have witnessed the death experience for many years. http://www.amazon.com/Final-Gifts-Understanding-Awareness-Communications/dp/0553378767. It was a fascinating book and explained much of what we witnessed with Jeff's dad and much of what is happening with Jeff now.
For me, it is as simple as I choose to believe. I once told someone that the choice to believe now makes life and death so much more meaningful. I suppose if when I die, it really isn't this way and there is nothing...I won't care...I will cease to exist. On the other hand, if I choose not to believe now and lived in a way that reflected that choice only to find out when I die...whoops..I am still here, and still me with the same old problems, there might be some regrets.
I choose to believe now. I choose peace now. I choose to have hope now. I choose to forgive now. I choose to create joy now.
These are choices anyone can make at any given moment. It is true power.
There are many things I do not know. But the things I choose to believe make all the difference in the world to me.
Chris
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