My dad passed away tonight
I sent Divine Openings to dad last week when he was in the hospital. t would either heal him again (I've done it many times when the doctors didn't know what to do) or help him release his body.
I really do feel that their Divine Openings helped my dad let go of a very frail and non-functioning body. He passed quietly and peacefully in his sleep tonight. I thank all of them for their caring and love. This really brings home how much I think of all them, and you, as family.
When my family called me tonight after midnight, it was relief, not sadness, that I felt. There is no death, and Dad is now more alive and free than he's been in many decades. I could actually smile at his joy upon finding his weight lifted. It felt like a great whoosh of jubilant energy. It was very similar to what I felt after Obama's win...... but in a different way. It was a similar wave of celebration and relief. I'm going to go to sleep with that feeling, if I sleep tonight. I am very awake and feeling good.
My sweet dad has hung on for a long time in a lot of pain, unable to get out of bed, sit up, or go anywhere comfortably for many years. He became increasingly infirm since his stroke 15 years ago. He was a very good dad. I was thinking just the other day about how we lived on a dirt street in a tiny frame house my grandfather built. That street wasn't paved until I was eight.
My parents managed to do things for us that were pretty amazing, considering how little money they had back then. They delighted in surprising us. For example, instead of the usual plastic kiddie pool, dad got us a 500 gallon galvanized steel stock tank about 3 feet deep and about 5 feet wide -- the kind you water livestock with. We three kids would dog paddle in circles in it all day long. Dad surprised me on my ninth birthday with my very first pony, hitched to a red two-wheeled cart. I can still remember coming out of the house and seeing Star Baby and the cart right there. It cost $40 -- a lot of money back then. I never thought I'd have more than paper cutout ponies, but it turned out to be the first of many. With the neighbor kids, we'd ride from dawn till dark.
There were no tears until I spoke with my mom and felt her pain. All I could say was, "My sweet mommy." She said she couldn't live without him, but she did perk up when I said I wanted her to come stay with me for awhile as soon as she can, and we'll do things, and sit on the porch. Her voice shifted to that of a little girl, and she said, "OK."
Sitting outside tonight, I kept feeling shivers of joy. It was him. I am now talking with him like I talk to The Presence all the time. He is purely that now, and I feel more connected to him than when he was in his limited consciousness. He'll be a guide to me now.
I gave my mom a big Divine Mother Opening. She has a very unaccustomed freedom to adjust to, after being married to my dad for 55 years. They were soulmates for sure.
I am taking this time to appreciate the sweetness of life in this and its many dimensions, and to celebrate all of you and all those we love.
Love you all,
PS - Wow, look what Abraham's quote of the day is:
"Make fun of death. We are as dead as it gets, and we are fully aware of this joyous experience. We are with you every time you allow it. We are in every singing bird and in every joyful child. We are part of every delicious pulsing in your environment. We are not dead, and neither will you ever be! You will just get up, one day, and get out of the movie."
--- Abraham, as channeled by Esther HIcks Excerpted from the workshop in Boulder, CO on Saturday, June 11th, 2005
PSS - I've never shared this with you before, but the time seems right. I had an experience earlier this year that gave me the chance to test whether I had any fear of death. I was pretty sure I had none, but this made it clear. Doing what I do causes an extreme amount of energy to run through my system. I got myself over-amped last spring. I knew it was pushing the limits of the physical body, and was doing things to release resistance and let it flow on through. One night I was sitting in the hot tub, only half in the water, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. Suddenly it felt like my spirit was moving up and out through my head. At first it made my head feel very expanded, but soon my body would not move. It was paralyzed, I guess because my spirit was not in it. It was leaving. I called casually to my friend Michael, who was sitting inside nearby, "I can't move my body." He said, "Are you joking?" "No, I'm not." I replied calmly.
The thought came to me, "I could leave my body now. Hmmm, interesting possibility. That would be OK. I could stay or go. Either is equally OK." It was very peaceful and non-dramatic. I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up lying on the deck upside down with my feet up on the hot tub. Michael had come out just as I slipped under the water, stepped in the hot tub in his clothes, and pulled me out. I was dead weight. He was pressing on my upper lip (an old karate trick they use on people who've been knocked out). On some level, I decided to stay here, and the experience gave me a new freedom, knowing it was all right no matter what.