Posted on Dec 4, 2012 in Blog |
This isn’t strictly Lyme related, but I thought you might enjoy reading this anyway.
In My Dreams
Last week, I finished reading Proof of Heaven by neurosurgeon Dr. Eben Alexander III. The book details his Near Death Experience (NDE) while in a vegetative state for a week. I probably already lost a few of you with that last statement and that’s ok. This piece isn’t for you then.
I found great comfort in reading this book and I have recommended it several friends who have recently experienced the death of a loved one. They too have found the book fascinating and intriguing.
Alexander’s experience was not the traditional tunnel and white light story. Though I have one of those to tell you.
When I was a young child, my mom became very ill and had to have surgery. This was in the early 70s before anyone had talked about the white light, tunnels, etc. But while she was in surgery, they lost her heartbeat, and she saw herself emerge from her body, then she went through the tunnel, saw the white light, was greeted by loved ones, the whole nine yards. And then she was told she could not stay. She had to go back. And she really didn’t want to. But she did. She also mentioned that she could literally feel people praying for her during this journey.
The surgeon did tell Dad that week that Mom’s heartbeat temporarily but they were obviously able to resuscitate her.
Mom told each family member of this experience while she was still in the hospital. Individually. Separately. When one of us asked her about it a year later, she had no recollection of the experience. So of course, we were each asking each other if we had dreamt of it or what. Luckily, we each validated what she had told us. Mom still does not remember the experience.
Back in the 70s, nobody talked about things like that. Just like nobody talked about teens getting pregnant or depression.
But when people did start talking about Near Death Experiences, I easily believed it because I already knew someone who had experienced it.
Dr. Alexander’s experience was a bit different, but nonetheless, I believe they are intricately connected. I don’t want to tell you too much more because I want you to read the book.
When I was 21, my grandfather died. It was my first ‘family’ death. While walking around outside during the days between our arrival and the funeral, I felt a very comforting presence. I interpreted it to be Grandpa. Sometimes I would swear that I heard ‘There’s a mouse in here somewhere,’ one of his favorite games to play with me. Now there is a difference to me between just feeling grief and being comforted by warm memories and feeling the sense of someone’s soul or energy close by. I felt an energy that time.
When my Aunt Betty died in 2002 from Lyme related complications, my cousin told me Betty had visited him in a dream; she told him it would be ok. He experienced the dream as very comforting, calming and reassuring.
While we were with the family, Troup gave me some of Betty’s clothes, one of them just an old ‘work out shirt.’ When I put it on the next week, I swore I could hear Betty laughing as I started on my walk by the woods at our house. She had a loud, vivacious, love filled laugh. I loved her laugh. I heard that laugh for years when I wore that shirt. Yes, I felt comforted by warm memories, but this experience was different. There was an energy present that was not always there.
When my nephew Preston died by suicide last year, I think his presence was the first I experienced in a dream. It was just days after his death and I was asleep in his sister Brittany’s bedroom. His visit to me was real; what he said to me validated some things I had been wondering. Brittany later validated those things for me. I was startled by the dream and couldn’t go back to sleep. Preston had something to say and he said it. I’m grateful I could hear it. From that visitation, I know his soul is at rest and he is with God. I KNOW that.
When I talked to Gayle (Preston’s mom) about a year ago, she told me of her first patient death when she was a nurse. She worked in the burn unit in Charlottesville. Her patient was dying; it was inevitable. ‘There was more a presence, a sense that I can’t describe; I could just tell when his soul left, a sensation of it moving upwards, and he was gone from his body. His heart was still beating, but then slowly became more erratic and then his body died.’ She felt amazed, reassured, and grateful to witness and be a part of this man’s journey.
And then I had another dream this morning. I’m sure maybe it’s partially from reading Proof of Heaven. A mutual friend of mom’s and mine died a few months ago after a battling cancer. This morning, she appeared to me while we seemed to be sitting at a movie theater. She was calm, her eyes clear; she looked very happy and at ease. Without ‘saying’ it, but rather through the minds, she let me know she is fine, she is happy, she is healthy, she is at peace. She looked very, very happy. The message I kept hearing was ‘Tell your mom I’m fine. I’m ok.’ And she just sat and smiled.
I don’t know what it all means. I do know it comforts me to hear other people’s Near Death Experience. I do believe much of what Alexander writes in his book. And I believe that our loved ones are around us in some form or another. And I believe this life is just a mere morsel of my soul’s entire experience.
Some of my favorite quotes from the book:
Evil was necessary because without it free will was impossible and without free will there could be no growth – no forward movement, no chance for us to become what God longed for us to be. Horrible and all-powerful as evil sometimes seemed to be in world like ours, in the larger picture love was overwhelmingly dominant and it would ultimately be triumphant.
Knowledge of one’s origins can heal a person’s life in unexpected ways.
You are loved and cherished
You have nothing to fear.
There is nothing you can do wrong.
The false suspicion that we can somehow be separated from God is the root of every form of anxiety in the universe, and the cure for it – which I received partially within the Gateway and completely within the Core – was the knowledge that nothing can tear us from God, ever.
How do we get closer to this genuine spiritual self? By manifesting love and compassion. Why? Because love and compassion are far more than the abstractions many of us believe them to be. They are real. They are concrete. And they make up the very fabric of the spiritual realm.
Om (God) is ‘human’ as well – even more human than you and I are. Om understands and sympathizes with our human situation more profoundly and personally than we can even imagine because Om knows what we have forgotten, and understands the terrible burden it is to live with amnesia of the Divine for even a moment.
Ultimately, none of us are orphans. We are all in the position I was, in that we have other family: beings who are watching and looking out for us – beings we have momentarily forgotten, but who, if we open ourselves to their presence, are waiting to help us navigate our time here on earth. None of us are ever unloved. Each and every one of is us deeply known and cared for by a Creator who cherishes us beyond any ability we have to comprehend. That knowledge must no longer remain a secret.
Consciousness is the basis of all that exists.
We – each of us – are intricately, irremovably connected to the larger universe. It is our true home, and thinking that this physical world is all that matters is like shutting oneself up in a small closet and imagining that there is nothing else out beyond it.
The entire length and height of the physical universe is as nothing to the spiritual realm from which it has risen