As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death. ~ Leonardo da Vinci
One of the few certainties in life is that for all of us the day will come that we are going to leave earth. That very day we will have lived our life. Perhaps as a series of events that have gone by. But maybe you have tried to denote every major incident, to do something with it, and then went on with the feeling you have really learned something. In practice, it will be tantamount that each of us will give our own way of interpreting everything that passes by.
In short, the day has come that you – or I – are to exchange the earthly for the eternal. Maybe you were ill, and you saw it coming, or you were old and you did not like life that well anymore. Or maybe it was all of a sudden, by an accident or some other incident.
In all cases, it is true that you will be more than welcome in ‘the other world’, wherever that may be. The process of transition is something very special. A number of workers (Angels) will prepare you and your soul for the move from ‘here’ to ‘there’. When your time has come, the golden cord will be cut and your soul will make its final journey, leaving behind your earth body.
In this connection I can say that I recently learned, from someone who was deceased brusquely only a few months before, that what we sometimes call the afterlife, is not ‘there’ at all. My spokeswoman assured me that ‘heaven’ is all around us and that it is in this way possible that our loved ones who passed before, if they so wish and have undergone the right development, are able to contact you. Sometimes this happens in the form of blinking lights, a clock that stands at a certain time, sounds, familiar scents, and sometimes it is even possible that, when all conditions are right, your deceased loved one materializes before you, and thus brings his or her message to you.
I have experienced this some 16 years ago, when our deceased daughter, on the day that she would have been 25 years of age, showed herself to me. She was clad in a beautiful gown in two shades of blue.
The following gives a beginning to understanding how a ‘transition’ and subsequent arrival in the afterlife, may take place. The famous journey through the tunnel I deliberately left out of consideration.
Here I am. I am looking down a gently slanting slope, abundantly decorated with flowers and the greenest grass. I watch a meandering quiet brook in the shrubbery below. Birds are a singing and everything is joyful, gentle and calm. No one is in view and everything radiates a benevolent peace with an intensity I have never experienced on earth. In the background of my awareness I experience wonderfilled music. Bach squared I would say.
In that moment I realize: “This is it; gone with the wind, the end of the road, terminus.” I walk down the hill but suddenly I feel someone touching my shoulder.
“Slow down, my friend,” I hear. When I look over my shoulder I see a tall bearded figure who is friendly nodding to me. He carries a huge bunch of keys. “Saint Peter, the guardian,” I understand, yet I realize no gate of heaven is to be seen. Peter smiles. “That business about the gate is a fable,” he says, “but in this bunch of keys your key is included, the key to your very heart.” He rumbles for a while and shows me a big old-fashioned key.
1944~Oldenburg~HSB~Leiderdorp~202X is engraved on it; the last digit is not very well legible though. But also a bar code is visible. “Bar code, now what!?!” I exclaim. Peter grins. “Here we opt also for modern times, you know. We are very much done with carrying large books.”
He draws the code through a small device and the movie of my life unfolds itself. It is all there. My birth and younger years; Leiden, the Rembrandt High school; my marriage with Annie; 38 years in the bookshop; three daughters, one son and nine grandchildren; Bach’s wonderful music; the Zoeterwoude council; www.runningfox.nl ; and last but not least our fantastic apartment in Leiderdorp, as well as our golden anniversary. And of course, also the failures, the mistakes and the ‘I wish I had done that otherwise’ moments are shown.
“It is time,” Peter tells me. It is as if I experienced my entire life once again. And all this in just seconds, or so it seems. From the bank of the creek I can see four magnificent women coming my way. Their feet are bare and they are wearing blue robes; each of them in another hue. I know for sure who they are. They are our daughter Judith; my mother Appolonia; my grandmother Jacoba, with whom I had such a wonderful connection with when she was alive; and also Magdalena, my guardian Angel. I hasten towards them and with heavy emotions we hug each other for a long time.
As you maybe have heard somewhere, time isn’t linear but perpendicular and it is therefore that these potentials of what ultimately is inevitable, have already taken place or either are just taking place right now. Future, present and past, presented in a single phrase.
A blackbird is singing as if to acknowledge all this. But it isn’t a blackbird that is singing. It is the alarm clock wanting me to get out of my state of slumbering and enter a new day. One of many more that still have to come until the day arrives I will meet Peter at the invisible gate and ‘my’ four women near the stream in the green valley.
It is good to have had this glimpse into what is yet to come. It gives me confidence and I know now that it will be a grand day when at long last I will be able to let go of all that transpired during my current lifetime on this very earth.
I am very grateful to have been able to experience this foretaste of what was, is and ultimately will be.
In any event; it means that your earthly dying day will at the same time be the day of your birth in the afterlife. You will be greeted by your loved ones who passed away before you and who will be of aid to you in this temporarily awkward situation.
Running Fox wishes you, when the day has come, a grand transition.
Copyright © 2014 Hans Brockhuis
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About Hans Brockhuis
Hans Brockhuis is a Dutch lightworker, writer and translator. His bilingual website: Running Fox Pages features spiritual work of himself and others. Working as a translator and editor, he has been and is active in processing various publications, either in English, Dutch or German. See his portfolio here. If you are interested to follow what Running Fox is offering, you may subscribe to his newsflashes. Simply send an E-mail to this address mentioning: “subscribe Running Fox” in the subject line.
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