Sunday, April 12, 2015

Confessions of an Afterlife Midwife

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!