A few years ago, my oldest sister died. She had gone into the hospital with heart problems, was given an immediate 5 bypass surgery, and then was told, "Oh, and by the way, you have lung cancer." Now, this came on the tail end of my mother dying with bowel cancer, my father dying of leukemia, and my mother-in-law dying of cancer as well. So needless to say, I was not the happiest camper on the block when this news came down.
The following few months were spent helping her to both heal and transition. Healing doesn't always mean curing the disease. Sometimes the healing is something that goes much deeper than the disease itself. In the healing work that we did, I was able to help her to come to peace, somewhat, with a much deteriorated relationship that she had with our parents.
The morning that she died, she came to visit me as I was going through my morning routine. One minute I am brushing my teeth and the next she is standing there in the bathroom telling me that she has left her body. Immediately after this, her husband phoned to let me know that she had passed on. When she visited me she asked me to perform the last rites. So I went to the hospital and did so. That was one of the hardest things that I had ever had to do. But as I did this, I found it comforting that her soul energies evacuated from her body and went into the light, right there before my eyes. It was beautiful and extremely sad all at the same time. I broke down and sobbed and could barely finish the last rites. But finish I did and then went into my own personal grief and crisis about the fact that my sister was gone.
Since then, there has been more healing for her while in the Light. Her relationship with our parents has greatly improved and the turmoil that she had felt for so many years is now gone. She comes to talk with me often, and I always take the time to listen. After all, while I was growing up, she always took the time to listen to me as well.
Blessed Be
Trent
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The recounting of the events of your sister's passing touched me very deeply - thank you for sharing it. It's a comfort to be reminded that physical death is not an end, but a continuation of our cherished relationships on a different plane of existence.
What a precious gift your sister gave you - the witnessing of her soul energy passing into the Light! The two of you share a very strong and loving bond.
There is life after death; countless people experience this truth every day. Is it fear that drives the non-believers to say there isn't?
I have a question - and please feel free to draw on your powerful gifts for this one - Hellooooooo!! Is anyone else out there?
Hi Gail,
Yes, it is fear that drives people to say that there is no life after death,and that way they don't have to take on any more responsibility for their poor behavior on a grander level. Poor sods have really stupid looks on their faces when they cross over and find out that they will now be recycled because they were too lame to do their work while they were here.
As to "Is anybody out there?" I have assurance that although folks don't necessarily respond with comments, they do read the blog. But thanks for asking. It saved me some time! ;-)
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