A Perspective on Suicide by a NDE and By My Father Ron ~ A Collaborative Report from Angelic View’s Blog and Suzanne Spooner of TAUK
From Suzanne: I am sharing a post from my friend, Angelic View It is a NDE ~ Near Death Experience ~ of a woman who committed suicide but came back to share, as best as she could, what her experience in passing was like. I hope that by sharing these events with you, who have lost a loved one to suicide or any means of physical departure, you can have a peace of heart and mind that all is well, they are well and no one truly dies.
Some of you may know my father, Ron, chose to end his life in 1991. When TAUK first manifested I had no idea what TAUK was or that I would teach people all over the globe to connect to their loved ones, angels, guides, High Selves and God. All I knew in those first few days was I had a connection again to my sweet, loving dad ~ 18 years after his passing. Once I understood that this connection could not be broken and we could TAUK anytime, I started to ask questions about his passing and his suicide experience. Naturally, I hoped that he had not suffered and that he had been welcomed into God’s arms quickly and without judgement.
The first message he gave me about his passing was quite mind expanding for me. Although at the time I felt in my heart an All Loving God could never punish one of His children who was sick with the experience of Hell, I had to also weigh those who said suicide is a sin with the obvious out come.
A few weeks later, my best friend Susan asked me to ask my dad what ‘Transition’ is. It was with this answer where he felt ready to explain in more detail his passing experience. Today after reading Angelic View’s post, I could feel my father close and knew this was in divine order of my readiness to understand what he experienced further. He is after all, my dad. He is now, as was in the physical, my protector and friend. Here is my re-post of that first message from my dad on his passing, then the message on transition. Following that is the post, “I Had to Live” found on Angelic View’s blog. At the end of “I Had to Live” is a link to “Source”. This link will take you to the original post, quite interesting.
The First Message From My Father on His Suicide, received October 2009 :
Dad, can I ask a question? Yes. What was it like right after you passed? It was like I made a giant flight to heaven and I landed in this beautiful garden. I saw everyone I loved. I made a history of my life. I talked to God about his love for me, we reviewed my life and we talked about His love for all His children. I rested awhile and then I started Gods plan for expressing His desire for self love. I don’t understand. I made huge mistakes. I never allowed God in my life. I have made the decision to find God in all I do. I am so happy. I find Gods love everywhere I look. I have His glory in my heart now. Dad can you spend time with anyone over there? Yes, I spent time with my first grade teacher. She taught me about loving myself. I also spend time with little animals that made the journey home. I help them transition here and they help me to learn that I make the choice of love and compassion and ultimate goodness helping His creatures in their ultimate homecoming.
Dad over there do you look the same as you did here? I look the same as I did in my twenties. I think I looked my best then. Figure I could enjoy my youthful body while here. Can you change your appearance? Yes, I can change my appearance every day if I want to. Anything is possible here.
Susan’s Question and Answer on Transition, received October or November 2009:
Can you explain what you mean by the word “Transition”? It is when a soul enters heaven. His glory enters their soul. God repairs where lost love has been forgotten. He knows that some souls have accepted the belief of hell. For those souls, God expresses his patience and waits while they express their free will, until the soul asks to be with God. Then God helps them to review their life. And when the soul has rested awhile, it decides to create its own heaven. The nice thing God does is allow each soul to decide how it might learn so that its’ progression expresses itself exactly as the soul imagines. Did you choose to go to hell? Yes, I thought I was not worthy of God’s love. I lasted awhile then re-evaluated the love I had for God. Delightfully I was jetted out of my hell to an expressed form of love, like the garden I told you about. Then I rested while I expressed my idea of heaven.
Message from My Dad, June 25th, 2012, After Reading Angelic View’s Post:
June 25, 2012
[Hi Dad, I thought you might visit today!] I love you so very much. I sat beside you while you read the NDE of the suicide. [I thought so. At the beginning of TAUK we talked about what your experience was like right after you past. Was yours also similar to the account I read?] It was very similar. It was the same in that I still felt ‘alive’ even though I knew my body was not. I was very surprised about that!
However, I felt the need to punish myself for the pain that I had caused and the pain I was causing directly related to my suicide. I was given the opportunity to create my own Hell and I did so. God, or that golden light that was described in the NDE you read, was always beside me. I needed to honor my pain and that is how I manifested that experience.
There is no ‘real’ Hell Suzy. I know you know this. Finding my way to self love required a stop into this imagined reality though. It taught me to love myself as God has always loved me. In the highest form of love, God sat with me in my hell until I was ready to move on. To the person of the NDE you read, she felt mostly tired of her existence. For me, I felt total unworthiness of God’s love.
As I decided to move on, God asked me to create a place of beauty. This is the park I told you about early on in TAUK”s infancy. Here, God & I blended our energies and like the author of the NDE, I knew my love was real and greatly returned. So in my journey, I took a detour. I hope your heart and all of humanity knows how much you and everyone are loved by God and Creator. In my past life, I was your dad with all the proverbial warts and wrinkles. In my current existence, I am your Papa in Divine Love.
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Here is the Post “I Had to Live.”
AngelicView: Here is an example of a suicide NDE. I have noted that sometimes the suicide NDE stories are more profound than others. Perhaps that is our higher-self’s way of showing us a grander picture of life – to inspire us to live on.
Let me make this perfectly plain. I killed myself. I died.
I did not “almost” die. I did not “only think” I died.
The part of me that animates my body was detached from it. There was no power to make that body function. We call that dead.
I know I was dead.
There was a feeling, an awareness, of something like a tiny “click”, a pull like a cork, a release like the tension taken off a spring, as I “died”. The body let go of me or I let go of it.
I knew I was “dead”. If you have ever handled a dead body you know something you can’t describe is gone from it. If you have seen anyone die you know the difference between a live body and a dead one. I have done both those things.
I was dead.
That’s a bold statement but I stand by it. I knew I had succeeded in killing myself. I hear you asking, “OK, if you were dead how did you know you were dead?”
The answer is what I have been trying to share with each person I think this experience might help. It is, to me, the point of sharing this story.
I did not “die”. You will not “die”.
My body was dead. “I” was still alive. I knew it then, and know it now, as a truth.
My body stopped working. The self I am did not.
It was quiet; Complete silence. There was no apartment noise, no neighbor noise, no traffic noise, not even body noises – nothing. I liked that, it was so peaceful.
There was darkness all around me. In that darkness I was even more aware of the complete peace of the silence. It confused me that I was aware. I knew silence, dark and the meaning of the words. I knew they were words to describe something. I knew I was thinking them.
I also knew that “I” was “moving” through that dark peace. I felt no air over skin, I saw no markers, I heard no sound of passing but I felt I was going somewhere.
I continued on for what seemed a very short time in elapsed time. I had a million thoughts as I went. Having time for so many thoughts made it seem like it should have been a longer time.
That I had thoughts confused me. I tried to understand what was happening to me. “I” was still “me”. I was, apparently, alive. I could not see myself. I could not raise my hand to look at it, but I was something – I still felt like “myself”.
I was still thinking and feeling – but not in a body. I was moving without legs. I couldn’t see any part of myself so I assumed I had no legs, no hands, no arms, no feet or anything you would normally look at to see if it was there. I felt surprise and wonder. I knew the meaning of those thoughts, too.
I floated “higher” or further. I lack a better word for the sensation or the direction. Still, I knew I was moving to someplace. There are no words that describe it well. I moved toward some other place from where I was. I was drawn there, not going there. It was not my power that moved me.
I was no longer in my body. I knew I was not on this planet. I knew that “I” was not dead, not the way we mean the word. I was not un-alive, not unaware. I was “dead”, had no body I could see, but I knew I lived. I just didn’t know why or how. I couldn’t figure it out.
I felt alive but I knew I was dead in our way of believing in death. I probably can’t explain it better than that. To discover that I was not dead , when I had just killed myself left the me confused and amazed.
A thought came to me. For one moment I was so sad my children and my mother would be grieved by my death. I regretted the pain my death would cause the family.
Then something changed in me. That sad thought faded away and I was overcome by a deeply peaceful joy. It was like I left all the cares and concerns that are so much a part of us with my body. They were gone from me.
It was a healing of my heart and a removal of my pain and grief so complete I felt it like a rock was lifted from me.
I was all done with the responsibilities we create here for the living. I had no fears, no shame, no pain, no broken heart, no thing left to do. I was released. I didn’t have to pay the bills or go to work ever again.
All the hurt I knew in life was gone from me. I had no responsibility toward others now. They would be loved and cared for still. I would always love them. I had no shame or sadness that I had hurt them. It was gone from me and I was filled with the comfort of knowing they would be cared for.
I was filled with joy by that knowing. It was a joy that was real. I could have danced it, sang it. I had NO emotional pain, no physical hurts. What I had seen as terrible pain, shame, grief and lack of love on this earth were no longer were hurting me. They had no effect on me anymore. I felt only the JOY of the release from the pain, the shame, the feeling that I could never take care of the ones I loved right. It was all lifted from me.
How much of my life’s pain was of my creating and how much of it was from others didn’t matter anymore. Not one thought of what I believed was bad in my life hurt me. I could not feel a pain anywhere. I tried to remember the things that made me chose death and could not feel the pain of them. Like sitting down a heavy load after a time of holding it up, I was released from the pain of everything that ever hurt me. If I had had a way to do so I would have cried with the joy of it. I was Free!
Even though I knew these things had happened, I had the memories, I could not feel any hurt or shame in myself. It was such a relief! That pure joy filled me up. I can’t tell you how wonderful that feeling is with words. I can only repeat myself trying.
Bliss; It’s a small word. I think it is one we only feel here like a shadow of what it really means. Anyone who has ever been hurt and had the medicine take effect to stop the pain knows the relief that “absence of pain” can be. Something that to many here is not even a reality to be lost, just the lack of pain, is a treasure to someone who hurts.
When I began this I was in a deep, black heart hurt clear to my bones and now I was freed of that and bliss is the only word that even whispers of the feeling in me as the pain not only was stopped, but removed. The pain was gone and all threat of pain in my heart or body was gone. No one could hurt me again, not even me! I could hurt no one again, ever! I was so comforted! I didn’t hurt anymore. I was at peace in myself. Finally, I knew the meaning of peace in my heart. I believe it was the first touch of the Love and Grace reaching out to me.
As this feeling passed through me I saw, off to my right, a golden glow, a light in the darkness, like a city’s lights on the night sky. It lit the way for me. The light was shining, just over there from me.
I say “I saw” but I had no eyes. It’s another confusion with words and concepts I can’t say well here. But I could see the golden light. It was like a candle behind a gauze curtain. Muted, but against the darkness, showing a vivid brightness.
I turned to face it but I had no face. I had no body I could turn. But I did what felt like turning to face it.
I looked toward it, wanting to be there and not alone in the dark. I was moved. Instead of feeling like I was moving toward it all of a sudden I was just there. Like the transporter on Star Trek; first you are here, then you are there. I arrived.
The curtain effect was gone. The light was crisp and bright now. I felt like I belonged. I was in the right place now. Whatever this place was it was where I was supposed to be. There was no fear, only curiosity and yearning.
In front of me was an opening in a barrier built of golden light. It appeared to be a low wall, that ran in front of me. It seemed to be built of glowing, golden rocks. Like a stone wall with a small opening for a gate it seemed to me. It was a border, not a defensive wall, it seemed. Too low for protection it just marked the boundary of what ever place this was.
I was aware of another, smaller “glow” behind me and to my left, on the same side of the barrier as I was. It stood between me and the dark I had come from. I didn’t know what it was. It felt like a protector is the closest I can come. The being who stood behind me felt like it had my back, if I had one still. I never saw this one very well. It wasn’t much larger than me, but it felt bigger and stronger.
Beyond the opening and over the top of that barrier I could see an immense, golden, glowing globe shape that seemed “way over there.” I don’t think it was a far distance but I had no way to measure. I just knew it was “over there” and I was “over here”. It was golden and white with the light it gave off. It seemed huge yet far away.
There were more glowing globes, smaller ones, that gave off their light in the distance. There were some at the rear of the base of the large one, in a cluster or group. They were right up next to it but not part of it.
I saw some more “glowing globe shapes” off to my left. It was like a line of them approaching the largest sphere. They appeared to be different sizes, but that could have been distance. There was no way for me to know that, either. I had no concept of my own size except in relation to things appearing smaller or larger than I seemed to be. All these words are comparative, not absolutes. I had no way to judge.
It felt as if I remained by the place I call the gate for a short moment, taking it all in and processing it. Suddenly, I changed position. Again, I did not feel the movement of the change, only that the power that moved me was not mine. I went from where I was to another position without willing it myself. Something besides me moved me. I can’t think of a better way to say it.
Think of picking up a caterpillar and displaying it on your hand in front of your face. Now be the caterpillar. It was something like that, I think.
I wasn’t by the barrier any more. I could not see it anywhere. I had a feeling it was to my right and lost in the distance. All I could see was the huge, brilliant light now directly in front of me. I felt examined. I looked right at it, in curiosity.
I was right in front of and dead center (sorry, pun accidental) of the largest glowing globe of light I had seen. What I learned next amazed me. I discovered that the glowing, golden globe of light was alive. It was a “self”. It was a living, aware, loving being.
We were the same! We were both living beings. It was huge, loving and powerful, strong and gentle all at the same time. I felt small and confused but I knew it was alive. It knew “self and other” the same way I did still. I wasn’t dead, it wasn’t dead, but it didn’t look “human”. It felt human to me.
I was aware that this being of light was aware of itself as alive and living. It was aware of me in the same way. It was strange to look at something I thought of as so different from me and find out it was not different. This felt like a surprising discovery; Kind of a “Hey, it’s another soul!” Not so much that it was “human” and had been living on earth but I recognized it was another living, aware self.
When you meet a human you know it’s another human no matter what the body that contains it looks like. A cat or dog is alive but not human. A flower or grass is alive but we don’t see them as human, either, just another life form. Some animals push the line and feel “almost human” to us, but we know they are animals still.
That being was “human” or “like me” in feeling but powerful beyond description. I was fascinated by it. We were alike and alive but I was in awe of it. That Being was so much more in every way than I was that I felt small compared to it. I felt physically smaller. I felt my lack of my control over my self as less powerful.
The essence of it, the “self” or, rather, “selflessness” of it is so much harder to tell. I felt the power the Being appeared to create and that was sent out from it. It was like standing in the sun but instead of sunshine LOVE warmed you. It was like nothing and no one I have ever seen or met but I knew it only loved. There was no other word close to what I experienced. Pure Love came from that being.
The Power of Love created and sent out by that being was a force, like electricity is a force. I could feel it being sent out and touching everything around it. I try to write it and there are no experiences in my life to compare it to that captures the essence of what I felt. It was unlike anything on this world.
That being was composed of love; It created love, it emitted love, it directed love. It lived on love. It was Love; Love the Power. There was nothing in that entire experience with the other Divine Loving Being that was not totally “good” and powered by “love”.
I have to use the words we know here. They mean something far more than I can express with them. There was nothing negative in all of that being, or in my self or anything or other one around me.
There was no “evil, wicked, mean or nasty”, the ideas would not even work to show the opposite of love I felt. They could not be expressed. They were not possible there. Bad, negative, evil, none of that existed there. All I could think is “There is only Love. It is only good.”
This other being was much larger and more powerful than I was. I felt no fear of it. There was only a complete acceptance of the rightness of the moment; I knew I was safe and loved. I only felt more curious. I wanted to understand what was happening to me. I wanted to know this powerful “other self” that held me.
As you gather information meeting a new person for the first time by seeing how they stand, how they speak and form an idea of them, we met. The phrase, “We stood looking at each other” is right but misleading.
Neither of us had a leg to stand on, a place to put it if we had one or eyes to see with as we know them here. I have to use the words I can find that fit best. It is not easy.
It was like forming a first impression in your mind but so flooding of my senses that I struggled to comprehend the completeness of this other entity. It was just too big for me to grasp, though I tried.
I knew that other self was what held me where I was. It was who had drawn me closer. Now I learned it knew me. It knew me in all I was, in all my life, in all my truth. I could not hide anything from it. I had no desire to hide anything. I felt no fear or shame that it “saw” all of me. Then came to me the first hint of truly understanding the meaning of the word “grace.”
That being knew all of everything I ever was and loved me. Not just loved me but every thing that defined me as my self, unique from any other bit of creation, was wonderful to it. It loved the way I was made, it loved that we were meeting, it loved me with all the love it had in it. It’s love over powered me. I knew that I was precious to it and treasured by it. I was perfectly what I was supposed to be and it loved me just that way.
If I was a diamond, I was flawless, perfectly cut, beyond beautiful. I could not be loved more by that being. Not one thing in me needed to be changed for that being to love me. I was perfect – in it’s eyes – as I was made. I felt it think at me, “As I made you, I did you perfectly!” With joy, it loved me, as I was, completely.
That Being loved me so deeply that it would never hurt me. It only wanted my complete, loving self to be all the me I was created to be. I did not have to change. That which is my true and ever living self is perfect. I didn’t have to be anything but just me. Truth lies there. Unconditional love sees only the beauty of the truth of love in each living spirit.
We began to communicate when I understood it was “speaking” to me. Then I knew it could “hear” what I wanted to share with it. It was not with spoken words but more like with complete thoughts with no possibility of misunderstanding. It was a true communication of perfect understanding between two spirits.
I would “ask” then would “know”, the answer from the golden, glowing, loving being. I had no lips to speak and no ears to hear but I heard and spoke somehow. So did it. I reveled in that complete, pure, communication. There was no possibility of misunderstandings or evasions. There were no words to confuse the issue, only the truth of learning and knowing each other between us.
This is how we were supposed to communicate and understand between two people. It’s that “heart to heart” talk taken to the ultimate level. I feel the lack of it here. Words are so bulky and awkward compared to just “showing” you how I feel or what I think. In every sentence I write here I feel the weight and awkwardness of these words.
I have little memory of all that passed between us. We “talked” for a time, in loving joy at being together. I was small and asking questions. It was “answering” me, giving me what I felt a need to know as fast as I could conceive the question in my thoughts. I didn’t have to ask some things, they were just showed or told to me.
I “knew” (was told?) that being loved me just as I was. I did not need to change one thing to be perfect. I was perfect to it. I knew it felt a true joy in being with me. I felt like it was just bursting with happiness because I was there. It was beyond glad to see me, it loved me. It thought I was just perfectly made and was thrilled that we were together. I repeat this because it amazed me.
That huge and powerful entity made me feel like being with me made it’s life worth living, complete. I was giving it joy by just being there. How could someone or some thing I never even knew be so loving of me? How could it be so glad to be with me that it seemed like it’s shine brightened when I joined it?
I was so loved! I was loved completely and just as I was, as all I was. Small, confused, dead by my own hand, I was cherished and loved. I was precious to it. I responded to that with my own thoughts of my joy in the peace, love and total acceptance it was giving me. I tried to love it back with my little self.
The being knew I loved it and that I was thankful for it’s love of me. Then it love me more. I loved it more. A cycle of pure love between us grew. It was like the most wonderful, perfect joining of hearts between two beings you can imagine. I call it perfect communion.
There came a pause in our “talk”. Instead of ideas passing between us there was a change in the way we communicated.
I had been seeing that other self as a large, white haloed ball of light with a golden, glowing center. It was all I could see. It filled my whole view. In the silence now between us there was a change in my perspective. What I was seeing changed but I didn’t feel like I moved.
Now I saw a long oval of light with a pattern of tiny blocks in rows seeming to moving all along it’s length. A glowing golden light came off it like a sun and the love you could feel was like the large Loving Being sent out. This one was smaller. I asked that being what it was that was so pretty and so loving. It answered me. “This is you.”
I was seeing myself from it’s own vision, some how. It saw me as a beautiful, perfect, shining, living being, full of love and peace, filled with joy. I saw myself, but I saw me as it did, a being of golden light and love.
There was nothing I could do that would make me better. I was perfect just as I was. I was so loving and beautiful, seen from it’s “eyes”. The self of us is made of love and the love we are shines like a sun there. Me! I was beautiful! It didn’t just tell me that, it showed me. I saw me. I loved me for the first time I could remember. I could have cried with the joy of seeing I was loving, like it was.
I saw the truth of what I was in it’s view. I was filled with joy in the knowledge that I was a loving self and I loved the being who showed me the love in my self. It showed me that, yes, we were alike, we are both living, we both are of Love.
I knew all of me the way that being knew me and I saw that each experience and person here was a part of me still. Each part of my life was needed to make me completely what I was; Perfect in it’s eyes. I would appear to be perfect again today if I stood there, even though I have changed over the years.
That is the meaning of Love’s grace. You are loved as you are; Not as what you wish to be, not as you should or could have been, not as someone else says you ought to be, but only for what you are now. It can show you that in the way it sees you. It’s hard to see in your own eyes here.
In that Loving Being’s view the truth of what you are is changed. You see only the loving goodness in you, as you were created. There is no shame or guilt because you no longer have a reason to feel it. It’s gone. Your life and your spirit are changed back to what they would have been if you did everything right. There is nothing to regret or be sorry for any more. Grace changes it all.
I was at peace with myself. Nothing hurt. I could only see my life and self through that Being’s Love. There was no negative in myself or from that Being for anything I had done, including killing myself. It was changed by the power of the Truth of Love with which it was seen. That Loving Grace, total acceptance, complete love and truth created a joy in me. I saw that love was in me, too, not just from the Being shining down on me, it was in me as part of myself. I was full of love and peace. I felt the joy in that truth. l have no right words for it.
I knew I was good. I saw I was good. I was not just “okay”. I was perfect and I was loving and I was good, not just in it’s view anymore. It let me know that in my own judgment.
To see my self as good again, like I knew I was when I was a child – oh, my heart, how I wish to keep that feeling with me here. How I wish I could give that feeling to you. Only the Divine Love can grace you with it. Each one can only find it, through that Divine Love, for them self.
Then I was looking back at it again, shining down on me. There was another feeling of change. I felt like I was moved closer to that being. I have tried to tell people how it appeared to me but words are inadequate. Still I attempt it.
Imagine a large, round, globe shaped zinnia. It’s deep golden in the center and composed of many tiny petals. Starting at the center a small circle of golden petals appeared to come out from inside the being itself. There were four petals in this first circle. See each tiny petal as a moving, golden flame going outward from an ever refilled center.
Each petal seemed to stay the same size but each row of petals magically multiplied to increase the circle it was part of to a size that kept covered that rings area of the globe.
They were not expelled from it, like waste, but becoming, being created, from the power of the love within that Being. Creation as love made real, manifested. I believe each living thing has been created by the Power that is the Divine Love.
As the rows of petals or flames traveled to reach the visible edge of the “body” of that Being, the color intensified. Each petal changed from the golden hue it had at the center to a glowing white hot shade. The being was radiating an aura around itself so pure the color can’t be named.
Yet the center never stopped putting out new circles of flaming petal shapes. The glow I saw around it I felt as a radiation of love on me. Like the sunlight on a hot day touches your skin, love touched me.
The whole being never moved yet it’s apparent surface was constantly in motion. That is the closest I can get to explaining its physical appearing self.
It did not have to let me see it so closely that I could see the tiny circle of four petals burst forth from the center. It was an intimate detail of itself that it shared with me, a very close up view. I believe it not only loved me but it wanted me to know it, all of it, as it knew me.
That was the greatest gift it gave me. It loves me so much it wanted me, little ole’ ‘killed myself me’, to know it better and to love it, too. It wanted my love given to it freely, knowing all of it. It wanted to be loved by me the same way it loved me, knowing all of me and choosing to love it, with no limits.
With a new friend we listen to them tell us about their life. We get to know each other better over the time we have together. Because we love we want to share all of ourselves and we want to know all of them. It “showed” or told me of itself.
There was more than the looking, there was a learning of that loving being that I have little remembrance of but I know it was real. I knew it like I know my mother or sisters. It had showed me it knew me. Now it let me know the unique self it is.
It didn’t want to love me like a pet or like a possession, it wanted to love WITH me, like a friend. It WANTED me to know and love it just the way it was with an unconditional love. Being loved and loving was as needed to that self’s joy as being loved and loving is to me.
As worthless as I saw myself, that I had killed myself, all that I had done wrong in my life, and still that being didn’t just love me, it wanted to BE loved by me. It said and showed the truth of that to me, I felt it. It wanted my love. I was desired as a personal, loving friend. To love like that I had to really know it, all of it. That is what it showed me. It’s true self.
I loved it, but it had loved me first and I loved it for loving me. I wish that I could explain how precious that was to me; To be wanted when I didn’t even want myself. I had just killed me. To be told I was not only desired as one to love, but that it wanted me to love it. That I was sought out in such a way by one so loving was more than I could understand.
What greater love is there than a love that reaches out to you and says, “I will always love you”, then shows you all they are, not knowing if, in the telling, something will make you judge them someone you can’t love. It made itself vulnerable to my rejection. How could I not love a being that trusted me with all of it’s true self?
That being already KNEW me before I arrived there. It chose to love me and wanted me to love it, KNOWING all of it. I wasn’t asked to love blindly. I was showed the self that wanted me to love it. It wanted to be chosen by me as one that I would love. It had loved me before I was human, it loved me before I was born, it loved me being back with it, but most of all, it loved that I loved it, too.
It was joy filled that I loved it. I was in a state of bliss from the love we shared. So was my new friend, the Divine Loving Being. Our perfect understanding in complete Love was, and could only be, Divine.
I was HOME. That is what it felt like, the ultimate homecoming. I was where I was meant to be. I fit perfectly there. I was so glad to be there, loving with that being. “It was where I was meant to be” is as close as I can put it. To be together with that other, loving self was the perfect place for me to exist.
I loved at the Being of Divine Love and it loved back at me. There is no other way to express what we were doing. While it was a sharing of thoughts it was cumulative. It just got closer and better as we went. We shined on each other.
Then came the blow I didn’t know was coming. My loving friend had one more thing to tell me.
I had to go back, this was not my time.
I had no choice in this. It was not in mine to decide. It was in that being’s power to send me back. That being had the power to return me to my life here. Whatever it was I needed still was more important than my need to escape my temporary misery. I had to believe this. There was nothing between us but truth.
It was only done of love. That self could only do what it felt was the most loving thing for me. To hurt me would be to hurt itself in a literal way I can’t explain well.
I was going to have to go back. I had to live. It touched the heart of me with its love and truth. “I am sending you there now” came to me. There was no reason given that I recall. It was the way it was. It is the way it is. It was not in my power to change it.
I had been comforted and shown a Divine Loving Being and part of the place we go when our bodies die. I knew I was loved and that I loved and that we do not die. I had been given a gift in this experience. But I could not stay. I didn’t have to choose. My new friend, in it’s love for me, chose for me.
There was no sensation of motion. There was no concept like “good bye”. I felt a severing of our direct connection. It’s difficult to describe. We were joined together in every way you can imagine, talking, thinking, loving, learning… Then I was alone again.
I was back by the barrier and by the smaller light that had been behind me when I arrived. I was still looking toward the Divine Being, now “over there” from me again. Then it was all gone.
Unlike the perceived time it took me to go to that place through the darkness I saw nothing this time. It was just – Poof! – I was back. It felt that quick. I was coughing and gagging and back in my body. My body wasn’t dead anymore.
Again, I lived.