Beyond the Golden Door
Greetings! I have such a longing to be with my family members who have passed on- especially mom, dad, Fred and Linda; just to see them again. I miss them all so much. I reflect on movies that I've seen, movies based on true stories. One of the latest, "Peaceful Warrior." It is a magnificent movie and by the end you (I) conclude that the young man's mentor is either an angel or an alien. I choose to believe he is an angel. It is a movie about mystical and magical events; the saving of a young man's life really. The events depicted in the story too are some what hard to believe...but, it is said, they are true.

I think of the miracles in my life: of stalking the eagle in the wild; the messenger in the night (Chicken Soup for the Recovering Soul- Touched by a Higher Power); and the dates in my bibles. I think of the transparent, floating, very beautiful lady that I had seen while doing home work into the late hours of the night.

We lived in a small, older apartment attached to the back part of a larger building in Chilliwack, B.C. It was about 4:00 am in the morning and I was sitting at the living room table doing science homework. This was my first year of university. Every one else was in bed, sleeping. There was no one awake but me. From where I was sitting you could see into the kitchen. Immediately on the other side of the kitchen was a door. This lead into the only other bed room in the apartment. Right next to this door was a fridge- between the fridge and the wall there was a space of about a foot and a half. Stacked inside this space were a few pots and pans, one on top the other.

I had a lamp on the table and the light was on in the kitchen. I looked up and there she was: one of the most beautiful beings I'd ever seen. She appeared for about twenty seconds, it was quick. I stared. I wasn't scared; I was amazed. She had long flowing, very beautiful hair. I vaguely recall her facial features but she was beautiful. She was wearing a very beautiful long and flowing gown. I clearly seen her hands, very delicate as she moved them slightly in a walking motion. As she moved, she drifted about a foot off the floor. Then, as she quickly passed all the pots and pans, bang! All the pots and pans fell to the floor. She then disappeared. I sat staring. I wasn't afraid- I was curious, amazed. I sat for a bit pondering the experience and then went to wake my friend and told her what had just happened.

My point: If events like this can happen and those of the "Peaceful Warrior," then surely there must be a way to access these realms: the realms of the supernatural and the spiritual.

I often think on these things. I only want to get a glimpse of my brother. Lately, I've been missing him so much.







- posted by Free2write @ 11:15 PM