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TIM RISES
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“It is impossible to say just what I mean!”

~ T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock


    It wasn’t until several years after his transition that Tim was able to tell me in detail about his departure from one world to the next. Even then, he couldn’t simply tell me the whole story all at once. It was as if he had to put an immense puzzle together, a little piece at a time, and show it to me in ways I could comprehend. When we’re looking at them we’ll often find yet another section to complete. I have the feeling that these pieces, like Heaven’s many mansions, are countless.    

    “Narrating my transition experience, August, has been very like a puzzle—an immense, living, beautiful picture, a landscape gradually being assembled, gently and intelligently. This landscape is also the place I’m continuously waking up into. It’s a coming together, an assembling of the environment—or the ‘geography’ as you’ve put it. This continually manifesting environment reflects my awakening mind’s conscious awareness. This is the same as saying the environment is me, and I am the environment. My mind is my environment.
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    “I spent a great deal of time in bed during my final days of illness on the earth, most of it sleeping from exhaustion and heavy medication. I was often very depressed, but eventually I found some peace in just letting any kind of consciousness take over. I wasn’t fully aware that I sometimes left my body, or that special helpers would come and take me to places on an astral plane where I could rest even more deeply—I was told about this later. There were many healers who would revitalize my spirit energy, while explaining what was happening and what to expect as my earth life neared its natural conclusion.
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    When I was dying on earth, I would sometimes come up to consciousness through the drugged ocean of medication and see these otherworldly flowers in the room. I thought I was in a hospital and that someone had sent me flowers—sometimes I thought I was hallucinating. I perceived the environment as a hospital because there were so many people coming and going, but most of the people I saw were not embodied. I could see them because I was nearing separation from my physical body. They were transparent and glowing with light and became easier to see the deeper I sank, the closer I neared my transition.
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    “When I awoke there were gigantic crystal vases filled with astonishing flowers everywhere around me. Immense! Huge! Some were the size of people, and they released music in the breezes while they twinkled and sparkled with light. I was told they were from you and that the flowers were ‘expressed light forms that were seeded, vitalized, watered, colored, harmonized, and scented by the energy that his love for you continually manifests.’ Every once in a while the flowers would glow even more brightly as if lit up from within, and this was when you were sending me more love, more energy in that very moment.

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