The Process of Dying and Crossing Over | Financial Crossing
There was a time that I was afraid of death. As expressed in one of my articles, ?Transitioning and Grief after the Death of a Loved One?, I have experienced many funerals and memorials. The grieving that I witnessed from others taught me that death was a horrible thing. I was born an Empath, which means I am very sensitive towards others and the subtle changes in temperature, light, and noise. I used to think that I worried more about the problems of others than they did. Until I learned to protect myself, I would experience the feelings of others. Therefore, funerals and memorials were extremely painful times for me. I was picking up on the grief of everyone around me.
I have experienced the presence from those on the other side. As a child, I was afraid of the dark. My bedroom was quite busy at night with shadowy movements. When I was 10 or 11 years old, I woke up to a male figure hovering over my bed. I believed he was coming through the window above my bed. I jumped up and ran to my parent?s bedroom, woke up my mother, and told her about the man. She said it was impossible that anyone could get in through the window and dismissed me back to bed. However, I was so afraid that I slept on the cold floor between my parents twin beds that night. Fortunately, my father often worked in the home office well into the night. Having the light shining into my bedroom and knowing he was awake helped me to feel safer and to get better sleep. However, even after I was married, with my husband beside me, there was still activity. Now I just smile when I see spirit activity. I know they come in peace and love. I do not know what the experience of the hovering man was all about. It is possible that he could have been a spirit guide or angel. At that time there wasn?t anyone that I could go to for answers or support.
As an adult I began studying death, how the body transitions, the experiences of others, and various philosophical thoughts. Reading the works of Psychic Sylvia Browne brought me the most comfort. She, along with many other people, believes that our loved ones are not somewhere up in the heavenly skies. They are just in another dimension with a thin veil between their world and ours. I believe it is a beautiful place where everyone is surrounded by peace, good health, and love. They are enjoying themselves, doing whatever it is that they love to do, and anything they desire is at their finger tips. They do not miss us because they can see us whenever they want and time to them is not the same as our time.
It was Monday and I had talked to mom Sunday evening and yet from some reason there was a nagging voice that told me to call her. I went to work and was tired at the end of the day. The voice kept nagging and I kept putting it off. On Wednesday afternoon and I received a phone call at work from a policeman who was calling from my mother?s home. Her mailman noticed that her car was in the driveway and she had not been picking up her mail. He looked in the window, discovered her body, and called the police. My brother reached her home before I did and would not let me into the house. Her body was not in good condition and he did not want that to be my last memory of her. Mom had said many times that she did not want people looking at her dead body. She also said, ?When I die I just want to close my eyes, go to sleep, and wake up in heaven.? It appears that both wishes were honored. All indications lead to the conclusion that she crossed over within hours after our call Sunday night.
I cried while watching two women from the mortuary wheel the body bag out of my mother?s home and carefully place it in the car. After they closed the car door one of the women turned around, put her arms around me, and said, ?Don?t cry she is happy.? I found out later that a friend of mine knew these women and that they were passing on the message from my mom.
As my brother and I worked together to settle mom?s estate, I felt her presence around me. Once the estate was settled she came to me. In this life she had painful knees and walked with a limp. At this visit she twirled around, with a big smile, beautiful luminescent skin, and told me her pain was gone. It was wonderful seeing her so happy and I felt so honored by her presence. I could no longer mourn the loss of my mother because she was so happy. She is in my thoughts everyday and still visits from time to time.
Mom?s passing was unexpected and sudden. However, she had been giving things away for a couple of years. She said she no longer had use for certain things and wanted to see others enjoying them. Giving things away can be a sign of acceptance that they are getting close to the end. (Important Note: This can also be a sign of someone considering suicide and must be taken seriously.) Mom had her will and papers together and showed me where to find everything. The last thing she did on Sunday, before talking to me, was to work the entire day in her yard. I remember her telling me that she was really tired. It was a sunny March day and she had tons of energy. Mom loved flowers and digging in the dirt. However, she had not done much in the later years. As our Mother?s Day gift to her, my sister, brother, friend/spouses, and I would gather with a load of bark dust, gardening gloves, etc. and beautify her yard. My brother and I were amazed as to how much work she had done that day. I have learned that a big spurt of energy is common just prior to passing. Oftentimes people will wake up from a coma looking good, sounding good, and then within minutes they cross.
Five years before my mother crossed over, I sat next to my father?s hospital bed. Unaware that I was there he looked up towards the ceiling and with a big smile on his face said, ?Oh, for goodness sake.? It was as if he were greeting someone that he had not seen in a while. I looked into his eyes and they were the most beautiful blue color I have ever seen. My husband said that the beautiful blue color was a sign of the peace daddy was feeling within. I have since read that the eye color change is common. Daddy stopped eating, which is a sign that the end is near. His living will indicated that he was not to be force feed or resuscitated. Like mom, he closed his eyes and crossed over.
I was not present when my father or mother crossed over. However, many times I have heard that people will set up a death vigil and it is when they step out of the room that their loved one will pass. People oftentimes wait for certain loved ones to arrive or complete some unfinished business before they pass. I had never heard my father say ?I love you.? Although, I knew he loved me, I still longed to hear him say it. A year or so before he got sick I had mentioned this to my mother. She talked to him about it and his reply was, ?She knows I am fond of her.? I said, ?I wonder why can?t say the word love.? A few days before he passed, while sitting beside his hospital bed I whispered ?I love you daddy? and he said, ?I love you too.? He was complete and so was I.
We receive word that Jon?s paternal grandmother was dying and we drove from Portland Oregon to Seattle Washington to see her. She was in bed and as we entered her room she put out her arms to us and taking our hands in hers she said, ?Goodbye.? She didn?t have enough energy to speak much more. When we were half of the way home, I told Jon that his grandmother was gone and that we would be receiving a phone call. Shortly after arriving home the call came. She said goodbye to everyone that she cared about and her business was done.
My aunt Berdine passed on Christmas Day 2009. She was the youngest of mom?s 4 siblings. On Christmas Eve her son, who lived across the street from her, walked in and found her sitting on the side of the bed. She just stared and could not speak. He called 911 and they rushed her to the hospital. Many of us swarmed the hospital. Each of us taking turns to see her. At first they thought she had a stroke then later said it was pneumonia. By the time we arrived she could speak some, yet could not say our name. However, she smiled at me and said, ?I know who you are.? Since it appeared that she was going to be fine, we left the hospital feeling grateful that she got to the hospital in time. She lived in a the very small town of Brightwood Oregon and was loved by many people. There was snow on the ground and yet the memorial service was packed with people who had traveled from many states. I think things happened the way they did to allow time for many of us to see her and tell her we love her before she crossed.
I really believe that there is a wonderful life on the other side. I believe that we begin on the other side and contract to come into this world to experience, learn, and love. It is like going to school, graduating, and living happily ever after. Sylvia and others say that oftentimes we reincarnate to have a different experience with someone we knew from a past life. For instance in a past life you may have been your current parent?s mother or father. My husband Jon and I believe that we have been together a few times before. One psychic told us that we had admired and loved each other from afar as there were circumstances that prevented us from being together. In this lifetime we were both born wise beyond our years, which could be an indication that we are on our last life here.
As I read more of Sylvia?s words about the other side, it was like I was being reminded of something that I once knew. Children are typically are very intuitive. However, as we get older we begin to forget and become reprogrammed unless we are lucky to have someone to support us. When I was about 4-years old my daddy was carrying me into the house from the car and I was thinking, ?I am going to remember this time.? At 4-years old, I was making mental notes of things to remember.
I feel the presence of my parents around me quite often. Mom appears more than daddy and that is how it was when they lived in this time. Daddy was always very busy and I imagine that he is busy on the other side. Daddy was a workaholic and very dedicated to employers. However, providing for his family was his way of loving us. Perhaps he was emulating is father who was a busy pastor. Mom was also very dedicated to her employers. However, spending time with her family was of the highest importance to her. She came from a large family that spent much time sewing, cooking, dancing, celebrating, laughing, and loving each other.
I am no longer afraid of death. Like my mother, I pray that when my time comes it will be a sweet ending. I want to shut my eyes, go to sleep, and wake up at home (on the other side). I know that my loved ones, who have passed before, will be there to greet me. We will have a big celebration for my graduation from the school of life on earth.
In Loving Support,
Mel
The Process of Dying and Crossing Over
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