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About thirty years ago when I was in
my 20s, I wasn't feeling very well at work, so I came home and
laid down for a while. After I drifted off to sleep, all
of a sudden I heard the sweetest voice you could ever imagine
in my right ear. Somehow I knew it was an angel. I
cannot explain the sound of the voice, except to say it was
like no voice I had ever heard, like the most beautiful music
you can ever imagine. Anyway, the voice kept telling me
to come with it. I instinctively knew what it meant; it
wanted me to die. I kept saying no, because I was so
afraid of the pain of dying. I grew up in church and
believed in God, so I always believed in another life after
this one, but the thought of actually dying to me meant there
had to be a lot of pain. The voice kept telling me there
was no need to be afraid and that there was no pain. I
finally remember my spirit being taken from my body like a
vacuum. It actually felt like my spirit was being pulled
up and just at the top of my stomach, being gently yanked
out. There was absolutely no pain, just kind of a
pull. The next thing I remember was looking down on my
body and seeing it lying on its side. I knew it was me,
or where I had been, but I was not afraid. All I can
remember is thinking how can anyone think that that thing lying there was me.
It wasn't. It was just a shell. I was not there anymore, but was completely away
from it and I felt so free, like I had been released from
a prison. I could go or do anything I wanted.
There were absolutely no restraints anymore. I
kept thinking of just how wonderful I felt and how much pain a
person is in and not really knowing just how much pain until
it is gone. I felt like a part of a cool breeze, and I
kept thinking how can anyone grieve for me. It was like
I wanted to shout it to the world. Then I realized all
of a sudden that the grieving is really for ourselves,
because of who we are losing and how we are left behind to
struggle; and how important just one person is to another and
just the impact one has on another person, and that is when it
made sense. It dawned on me just how much
we owe others and how this life or spirit isn't just
about you. Don't get me wrong, I still grieve just as
much as I ever did when I lose someone close. I
know they are in a better place, but for me, missing them is
the really hard part and the feeling of such an empty place
left behind where they once occupied; and how much
another person's life is changed when they are gone. Why
I was given this gift, I will never know. I do know
that I have told people when they are grieving so
bad for someone they have lost, and it seems to help. The
next thing I remember was thinking that I had to go back and
raise my children and just having an overwhelming feeling of
not being finished. That is when reality came back, and
then the next memory I had was waking up. I had no
memory of coming back into my body, but of just waking
up. I never heard the voice again as soon as I left my
body, but it was like I knew without a doubt that it was an
angel. I still have all the problems, pain and
depression that comes with this life, but I do know without a
doubt that there is another life after this one, and I do
know there is a higher being that we have to answer
to. I also believe that what you do in this life and how
you treat others is what it is all about. We are all one
part of a whole, and I believe that every person you hurt or
help, that once you really die, you will have to experience
everything and every emotion you ever put that
person through, good or bad. So if you are a Ted
Bundy, then God have mercy on your soul; but if you are a
Mother Teresa, then God bless you. Be good to each other, and you will
experience their joy that you gave them in the
end.
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