Last year my mother, Ruth, age 98, was dying. Though she
never talked about it, I knew she was terrified to die. I also realized that if
I told her that I helped people cross over to the Other Side in death, it would
make her uncomfortable and she would not believe me. What I wanted most was to
be with her when she died, so that she would know she was not alone.
My mom was raised as an atheist, and although she was a
loyal supporter of the Unitarian Church, she did not believe in formal religion
or spirituality. She did not expect punishment or judgment. She believed,
instead, that she would go alone to a cold, dark grave and this would be the
end of her existence.
I had guided my father’s spirit, as well as many other
souls, into the Afterlife, but I seldom spoke about this with other people.
After all, only a few hundred years ago I would be burned as a witch!
My mom had come close to dying several times over the last
two years. The whole family had come together, expecting to say good-bye. But
she rose as a phoenix from the ashes, determined to escape from the hands of
death. Each time she recovered she was weaker, but she still could carry on a
lively conversation, making jokes, delighting in telling stories of her many
past adventures.
But this time was different. She had crossed over the line
of no return. I was in Luang Prabang in Laos, across the world from my mom, who
was in Peterborough, New Hampshire USA. I took a risk, hoping that I could
comfort and guide her without being in her physical presence.
I describe her crossing in my new book, “Bridge to Beyond:
True Stories of an Afterlife Midwife”. It was an amazing journey, filled with
surprises and challenges. The biggest surprise for me was feeling the profound,
essentially indescribable, state of peace and unconditional love that she found
along the way.
It was the realization of this state of love and peace
beyond words that inspired me to write her story and the stories of others whose
journeys I had shared, often telepathically .
This is what we have to look forward to when we die! “Rest
in Peace” is truly within our destinies.
I will talk more about this later, but briefly I will say
that my own spiritual journey has been about healing my own fears of
abandonment and betrayal. In times of despair, not knowing what else to do, I
have turned to spirit, and always found someone/something there. I wanted my
mother, whom I knew shared these fears, to find spirit for herself. Much to her
surprise, she did!
