This is Halloween
morning, and I wish you only treats. No tricks.
Just heard Johnny
Mountain of ABC7 News report that we're having a full moon for
Halloween. The last time this happened was 1955 when we were
four; the next time, 2020, when, God Willing, we'll be 70.
Last night, as DH and
I drove home from work, we admired the silvery moon. To us,
it looked like a full moon. DH said that tonight's
moon will be a vivid orange, something about dense atmospheric
particles. We'll look for it, and I hope
you will, too.
Joe Idkons, tall, blonde
and impossibly handsome in his pressed and spiffy sheriff's uniform, came by
the office yesterday afternoon. Like all of America, he is
in a non-specific heightened state of alert. Before he left, he gave me such a sincere, warm hug
that I became worried for him. Does he know specifics the
rest of us don't?
God, I ask you
to take care of our front-line defenders on the home front like
Joe, as well as those in Afghanistan. The battlefield is both
here and there.
Florida inhalation anthrax survivor who fought and beat anthrax
with a cocktail of antibiotics and his faith, was interviewed on
TV. He shared his out of body experience with America.
Losing 16 pounds in 21 days, he was slipping away, and at one
point thought he was at death's door. He felt himself physically
ascending from, then descending back to his bed. "God
has been good to me, he saved my life."
His mission was
incomplete; it was not his time. Perhaps, part of his mission is
now to comfort America, by reminding us that life goes beyond the physical plane. It
was time for Kathy Nguyen in New York, the fourth anthrax
casualty. Her mission was completed, and she graduated. I
celebrate her arrival over There.
I comfort those in
fear -- and my physical self -- by openly expressing my thoughts
on the matter of death:
is more powerful than any terrorists and has never lead me
astray. If it is my time to leave, it's time. If it is time for
us to leave together, we've fulfilled our missions on
Earth. Let's get together in Heaven and celebrate,
Tension breaking, my words
seem to dissipate fears, big and little. The moment
instantly lightens, eliciting smiles at the prospect, even
Once in awhile, when
sensing deep fear or despair, I am moved to share my own death
experience. I don't refer to it as near death, because for that
brief period away, I was pure spirit. I was not of this
world. My body was dead and I was over There.
I had knocked on
Heaven's door and I got a glimpse -- just a fleeting glimpse -- of the other side of the
veil. It was glorious, beyond words. Since, I know exactly what
the elders meant when they said, "If you knew what
awaits you, you'd kill yourself to get there."
"Mission incomplete. Go back."
am Heaven's reject.
The best gift of this
rejection is that my spirit knows there
is no death, but transitions between energy levels. The body is an
envelope for Earthly energy. Discarding it was simple.
I believe, for the last 25 years, I have been fulfilling that mission, whatever it is. The
opportunities that present themselves and the synchronicities -- the `meaningful coincidences' in life that
nudge me in certain directions -- indicate that this is so. I
think I wasn't told exactly what my mission is. God knows me
well. If I knew, I'd hurry up and complete it
expeditiously. In my hurry, I'd miss out on the process
itself -- the journey. I'd miss out on the savoring of the gifts
of this physical world.
These days, I'm a
budding way shower. Just as before, when it is time to go Home, I'll
let go, let God.
Been There, done that.
"Life is a Gift."
yourself is not the optimal exit from this physical plane.
Physical life is a gift to be cherished and lived to its
end. One of the benefits of being older -- 50 -- is that you
know that it is not forever, and thus you live it to the
fullest. Including looking for an orange moon tonight.
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