Before July 29th, 2019, I was not a very spiritual person, and I believed that having any real knowledge of the afterlife was probably impossible. I thought that death was maybe final – the end of the line, if you will. I thought that any insights into the otherside were unknowable. I did not believe in ghosts, spirits, angels, or anything of the sort. I was maybe open to those things conceptually, but I didn’t believe it. I believed only in what science could prove. I considered myself agnostic, not claiming to know about these matters one way or another. I felt pretty comfortable with those unknowns. I had accepted long ago that I would never know what lies beyond.
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But the events that occurred on and after July 29th, 2019, have convinced me otherwise.
. . . chapter one . . .
She couldn’t stop talking about these visions she was having. She seemed to have a new understanding of life, death, and how it all works; how it’s all connected. She said she could see it all so clearly now that she was nearing the end.
She was so focused on me writing it, drawing it, understanding it. She dictated to me. I listened, I typed, I sketched, and I nodded. She started talking about it to anyone who entered the room including the food crew, the cleaning staff, the nurses and doctors.
“I wish you could see what I have seen!” she would tell them in an excited and confident voice.
Hospital life went on as normal around us with all of its beeps and bustling while she danced in the space between life and death. And, I witnessed.
She described how she’d been having visions and dreams about this for months, but just today – just this morning – she had seen all of it. And, she wanted to see it more; she was ready to go.
“I am on the threshold of life and death. At the end, you can see all of it, and it makes so much sense,” she said. “I am ready to go. There is nothing to be afraid of.”
