I encouraged Mom to share with us everything she was experiencing because it was real for her relative to where she was on her path. At no time did I want her to think that she was being judged and had no right to verbally express it. We’ve all had those times in our life when others would not listen or judge us based on our what we knew to be true for us. I didn’t want my mother to feel that limitation.
Today I’d like to share a bit of her final weeks with you in the celebration of the legacy she left mankind with hopes that in some way it will bring peace to each of you. Also to illustrate what life is really all about and where to take your life from here, if you choose.
First a little background info… My mother was 100% Slovakian and a devout, strict Catholic all of her life. She had no experience with spirituality (outside of the Catholic religion), nor any experience with quantum physics, geometry, science or metaphysics. Due to not being able to see well in her last years, she never read my book - although much of what she said to us validated parts of my book.
One of the many things she said was that she was seeing multiple dimensions that were collapsing into one. When I asked her to describe “dimensions”, she said they were kind of circular, folding into one, and all of them wanted her to go with them. She felt they were fighting or arguing over her. (I later told her to only go when she was ready and then to follow the Light of Jesus Christ.)
So to clarify what she was seeing, I did an internet search. Thanks to Google Images, I pulled about 2-3 dozen images with the search word, “dimensions”. I showed each of them to her and asked that she let me know if any of them is what she saw.
Now remember, my mom was of sound mind. She had a limited vocabulary to describe what she was seeing. She was an honest woman and had no reason to embellish her story. To my knowledge she had no understanding of the word “dimensions” in a spiritual context.
She chose one out of all of them I showed her, as being what she saw except for what she saw was MUCH bigger. Understanding that what she was seeing was her entire peripheral view that made sense.
The image below is what she saw. Several months after her death, I tried to find the image again on Google and discovered it was an original painting by an artist in West Virginia, David Heatwole. I contacted David, told him Mom’s story and discovered that David painted this after he had a near-death experience. This is what he saw too. If David feels inclined to do so, it would be an honor to all of us if he shared his story.
This is one of many things mom described as her experience in the death process. My sister and I will be authoring a booklet in the future to ease the transition of those crossing, and those that they leave behind. It will be free, because that is what mom would have wanted. David has given us permission to use his artwork as the cover. Thank you again, David. heart emoticon
I’ll close with a couple of the life lessons mom shared in her final weeks. She said that life as we know it on Earth is not what it seems. It's completely different. She went onto say that material things are not important at all. After talking with many hospice counselors this seems to be a theme among the dying.
With that said, the meanings we give anything is how we perceive everything. We each have free will, and my point is … with deep respect, how you interpret this story reflects how open you are to fully perceiving all of the wonders of life. Our mother left us an amazing gift not only in life but also in death by being willing to share with total courage what she was experiencing. We will be forever grateful for that type of love she was willing to give us in her final weeks, and hope that we too in some way can pass that type of love onto others.
If your parents are still with you physically, Love on them. heart emoticon Happy Memorial Day weekend, my friends.
Image credits: www.davidheatwoleart.com