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Will we see our loved ones again?

In order for me to answer this question, I should attempt to answer this:

"What happens to us when we die?"

Our body decomposes because our consciousness is not there anymore. This consciousness is also called a spirit, soul or spark, and, was the energy that kept our body alive.

In the search for my son, I came across a number of spirits, and they all had one thing in common - they were trapped on the emotional level they displayed when they died.

I remember when I was in hospital, I shared a room with two ladies who, like me, were in traction - two of us for our legs, and one for her back. Suddenly, there was an earthquake that swayed the floor of our ward to and fro, for at least 45 seconds - long enough for us to become fearful of death. Each of us reacted differently.

The elderly lady opposite me was a Christian and she was so scared, she screamed for the nurses to hold her hands for the duration of the earthquake. The younger lady next to me had an adrenalin rush and was ready to rip off her traction and run for it - sore back and all. There was no way she was going to die! And me? When the thought occurred to me that I might actually die and realizing that there was no way I could rip my traction off and make a run for it, I closed my eyes and thought of the Buddha. The moment He came into my mind, I felt calm and at peace, and at that very moment, the earthquake stopped.

The Christian lady kept going on about how scared she was and I asked her why she was so scared if she believed in God. She gave me a sour look and that was the end of the conversation.

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When my son died, my husband meditated in front of my Buddha and not knowing what to do, I knelt behind him and asked my mum to come and pick my son up and keep him safe. As per tradition, I took my son to our family Marae (Meeting House) so that friends and family could visit to support us. It was a tumultuous time and not too dissimilar from my mother's funeral. Both times I felt as though something had been ripped away from my soul and a great big hole remained, leaving me empty, scared and alone.

My sadness and grief seemed to magnify every time friends or family arrived ... and the mourning process would begin again.

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When I finally found my son, he was exactly where I sent him ... with my mother ... and she was with her family - all of them - aunties, uncles, parents, grandparents, great-grandparents - all of them! And they were ... exactly where my husband said they would be. From what I can remember, it was a dark place because I had to really focus to see anything and the first thing I did see, was my mum. She was wearing a cloak and she seemed to be hiding something underneath. I looked beyond and saw these dark figures trying to reach under the cloak but mum kept warding them off. When I peered under the cloak, I saw my son - mum had kept him safe for the year that it took for me to find him. No words could describe the love I felt for my mother at that moment when I realized how strong she was to keep those dark figures from attacking my son. No words could describe how overwhelmed and thankful I felt for having a mother such as she.

When we communicated, no words were spoken - it was more of a mind thing really. I told her that I had come to take my son to the Light where he belonged and that I could take her too. It was then that she asked if I could take her family as well, and it was then that I noticed for the first time, all of my family. It was then also, that I realized my husband was right - it was indeed, the funeral process that sent them to this god-forsaken place. God! I didn't know how to send everyone to the Light - I didn't even know how I stumbled upon this place to begin with - I wasn't even sure how I was going to get my son out. I told her that I didn't know, however, she wouldn't come with me unless her family could come also.

Disheartened, I left, but the same night, Lord Krsna appeared in a dream and told me how to get my son and send him to the Light.

That happened in 1988 and in 1990, my husband and I were married. I was happy and very much in love. That night as I was preparing for bed, mum appeared. I wasn't dreaming, she just appeared inside my head. She said - "You're happy, aren't you?", and I told her that I was. She asked me again if I could send her and my family to the Light, and I told her I could not, but she could send her parents and son, and they could send their parents and children and they theirs, and they theirs and so on, and so on - all through the power of love.

So,will we see our loved ones again? I did!

Peace and Light

Amelia Robinson

www.myspiritualuniverse.com






















About Amelia Robinson

I am the second eldest of five (all girls), and spent most of my growing years on an Orchard, where my father worked. Religion and Spirituality was talked about and sometimes followed, but not persistently. I always felt alone and try as I might, could never seem to find a relationship where I could give my love completely and not get hurt, until I had my children. My aunty once told me that I brought my kids up right because they love and that was the highest compliment anyone could say to me. Still floundering from relationship to relationship in search of 'true love', it wasn't until quite recently that I finally stumbled upon it - love for myself - in all its entirety ... more

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