I have a dear friend who has been “suffering” in body form for the past 6 years. I visited her two years ago thinking that was her time to move on. I am keeping in touch with her family and apparently “letting go” is becoming increasingly difficult for her and straining the emotions, physical health as well as resources of the family. Interesting, how it seems to be easy for some and difficult for others to release, and surrender.
I am reading a wonderful book called, The Emissary by Sydney J. Taylor and he addressed death in his book. His main character is Michael who is an emissary of God and comes to help people in a particular city as well as carry out the message of love from God. Michael was speaking to a patient in the hospital and said,
“Do not be alarmed; rather be filled with expectation. You have never been afraid of going to sleep. Then do not be concerned about this transition, for I can tell you truthfully it is the same. You will simply go to sleep as you have done every night. There is only one difference; that wonderful Divine Eternal Self which you really are, will be freed from this body. Your body with is pains and sickness has outlived its usefulness as a means of gathering experience, so you will not return to it in the morning as you formerly did after sleep.”
All our experiences are geared to learning, growing, transforming and remembering who we are.
When our task is complete, whether it is for ourselves, or for others to learn through our example, we will be going home. That is a fact. That is a given. With all the first hand experiences from people who have had a taste and glimpse of the other side through NDEs, ( Near Death Experiences) why would we ever be afraid to move on. God’s Love and Guidance has been carrying us through this earthly life, so why would we doubt God will carry us onward in our next life experience?
My favorite memorial poem is by Kahil Gibran:
A ship at my side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze and stars for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch her until at length
she is a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky
come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There! She’s gone!”
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side,
and she is just as able to bear her load
of living weight to her destined harbor.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
When someone at my side says, “There, She’s gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.