posted on Jan, 18 2009 @ 05:27 PM
As we walked inside, the dogs approached tenderly and sniffed at her hands, their ears laid back and tails wagging. This was very odd, as I usually
had to control them or contain them to keep them from jumping rudely on visitors. I invited her to sit and I made some of her favorite tea –
Raspberry Zinger - the one I always drank when I wanted to remember her, for the aroma enhanced my memories. I sat down across from her, placing the
cups and teapot on the coffee table in between, and she smiled with sparkling eyes and told me the following…
“Sarah, what I’m about to tell you is going to be very hard for you to understand and perhaps hard to believe. But I want you to trust me. It’s
hard to explain, so I’ll use words I think you’ll best understand. I have come to visit you and I will be going back soon. But I have some
important information to share with you.
“All those years ago, when I … ‘died’, even though I was sure that I would go to heaven, as I taught you your whole life, something very
different happened to me. I left my old, spoiled, physical body behind, but I found myself in a new body. A spiritual body that had no mass. I was
confused for some time and I came to you several times. Do you remember”?
“Yes, Mom”! I cried. “I knew it was you – calling out for me that morning at Cindy’s house and hugging me in my sewing room. That really was
“Yes, that was me. And I made contact with others, too. Your sister and father. I was in a state of limbo, sort of like dreaming, and it was a
little confusing, so I was reaching out to anyone who would listen”, she chuckled. “After some time in this dreamlike, transitional state, I sort
of woke up. Of course, I was awake the whole time, but I moved into a state of brighter consciousness, one that was less like a dream and more like
the awareness I had in my life here.
“When I opened my eyes, I was in a bed inside a building and as I looked out the nearby circular window, I saw a foreign landscape that is very hard
to describe. There were very few hard edges on anything, with the shape of one object melding into the shape of the next. There were “beings” made
of what looked like multi-colored clouds; amorphous forms of various sizes moving about, sort of hovering along, moving into and out of one another. I
looked down at my “body” and found that I, too, was formed into one of these unstructured entities. I wanted to get up and immediately, I was. I
wanted to go out and explore my new surroundings and apparently without moving, I was outside the building, which was the only hard-edged structure in
sight. I later learned that it was one of several Intermediary Stations, used to house crossovers, like me.
“Honey, I was chosen to leave this earth and join a group of beings in another plane of existence. The ‘people’ I have spent the last 20 years
of your life with have been gathered from all over the cosmos and from many different realms of reality. We are working on a unification project, the
purpose of which is to reveal the truths of the Universe to all beings living in it. I know that’s a pretty big statement, but I want you to try to
take it in. All those silly people who have claimed that ‘we are all one’, were very literally correct. And that is one piece of information that
I’m bringing to you tonight.
“The other thing I am here to tell you is that your husband is being chosen to come with us. Time is very different there, everything is different
there, as you will come to understand, but at this moment, Bryan is being prepared to join us. I was given the opportunity to either advance to the
next level in my training or to visit my old home and see someone of my choice. So I am here right now to let you know that even though you won’t
see him again in this plane, he will be with us, with me, and working on our unification project.
My mouth opened in protest… But she silenced me with a finger.
“I want you to know that I am with you, I love you and we will both always be with you.”
As I tried to absorb this horrible piece of information, Jaia approached me and nudged my hand with his head and began licking my fingers. As I awoke,
lying in the hammock in the cooling evening, I muttered, “Bryan…”? I sat straight up, knowing it wasn’t a dream. It happened. My mother’s
face was fresh in my mind again. I could still hear her voice. Shaking my head, I tried to snap out of it. I told myself it wasn’t real.
Coming to the realization that my overactive imagination had made up a crazy dream so I could “see” my mother, who I miss with a heartache I
can’t describe, I got up, called the other dogs from their napping and lumbered into the house. I noticed the message light blinking on the machine
as I flicked on the living room light. There on the coffee table were 2 cups and the teapot of Raspberry Zinger tea.