As you may know, one can often find me meditating in the wee hours of the morning. It is here, where I often find peace and harmony with the world and with God. So, in this sense, I offer the following story occurred February 11, 2014 between 2:45 AM and 3:30 AM.
“W. Get up and meditate. I want to talk to you.“
“Uughhh,” looking at the clock. “2:26 AM Ms. K. I am tired today.”
…. 2:39 AM ….
“W.! Get up and meditate. I have a surprise for you.“
“Ughh…. Ok, Ms. K..” Stumbling about. “Can I use meditation music?“
“No. No meditation music.“
Glancing at upon my clock … 2:42 AM. Within several moments of starting my meditation, I seemed engulfed by a powerful presence. There, standing in front of me was Ms. K., my friend who passed late last year. Standing in spirit form, she stood beautifully. While there was no physical body, her face, eyes, lips and hair was identifiable, but appeared gleaming by a warm soft light.
Everything about her was translucent. It was the strangest thing ever. I could see her, but see through her. She lived, but was different, beautiful, radiant and swarmed by golden light. While her smile was deeply moving, what captured me was this deep sense of love and peace. And aside from Christmas Eve 1978, this was perhaps the most powerfully expressive amount of love I have ever experienced. Ms. K’s touch peacefully penetrated my body. We embraced and our exchange was filled with an overwhelming sense of acceptance.
Ms. K guided me through her new home. It was a world not unlike our own. At first glance, the grass was green, but each blade echoed a similar golden hue, a drop of dew and glistened from warmth surrounding everything. Each tree leaf was illuminated with a sense of deep purity. It was a most peaceful and accepting world where a light humming form of music I cannot adequately describe. There were no musicians, no choir, no rap, no reggae or jazz. It was harmonic.
“W., this is the hum you hear at night. It is the music of the universe. It’s god’s love. You, as do many others, hear the harmony of life.”
Before I could respond, we suddenly stood overlooking a city. The city seemed small and quaint, but it was hard to say. Every building was surrounded by golden aura, emanating from every wall, every roof and each window. Suddenly, without notice, a tall man stood before me. Adorned in white, I was embraced and a rush of ever present love streamed through my body.
“You are forgiven.”
“I am forgiven?” I queried.”
“You are forgiven. Whatever you have done, you are forgiven. I forgive you.“
Just as quickly, Ms. K. and I were alone.
“Was that God?“
“Yes.” K. replied as she smiled. “I told you I had a surprise for you.“
…. 3:30 AM …. Meditation ended.
Everything written is an abbreviated account of my forty-five minutes in heaven (at least I can only relate it as being in heaven). Being a meditation practitioner for years, I can honestly state I did not fall asleep, did not dream this vision, and did not enhance any part of the story. I tried as a best as possible to accurately reflect the events.
In real life Ms. K. and I were not true friends. Outside of an occasional business meeting, we did not spend any non-work related time together. However, every since learning of her passing, I have had several “telepathic” conversations. Most of my persistent queries have surrounded what is “Heaven” like and what is God like. The other key part of my conversation centered upon many of my personal failings (adequately described herein this blog).
I can only presume after much pestering she found a way to answer my query.
I want everyone to know that this conversation has not converted me to conservative, Biblical quoting scholar. In truth, much of my life will remain as the Buddha once described:
“Before enlightenment, chop wood and carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood and carry water.”
In other words, our life goes forward and each of us must life it. Some may claim this vision is a proclamation of my impending death. Truthfully, that could be true. But then again, I wasn’t supposed to live this long anyway. Yes, I have Multiple Sclerosis and my circulation system kind of really sucks at this moment. But I hope to tarry on for another 100 or so years. Ha! Ha!
I offer only two points.
- First, I am not unique. I am not superhuman, overly blessed or specifically chosen. And I still have no understanding why Ms. K. has chosen to communicate to me. But I am honored by her presence.
- Secondly, I simply offer this story to say that any one of us can be forgiven. If we live in love, breathe in love and give love to others, any one of us can have the same wonderful experience.
If my story offends anyone, I am truly sorry. But I really hope my story brings each of you some peace or hope; that my story offers each of you something positive. If I can be forgiven, any of you can be as well. The real gift Ms. K. provided me was a process. It’s a process that allows any of us to live our days and allow us a degree of equanimity towards the end, looking at that black, implacable wall of death, to allow us a degree of peace, a degree of non-fear.
And I want in.