Henry came to me last night as I was getting ready for bed. I offered to cross him over quickly, but he said that he wanted to share with me what he had learned. I asked him to wait till the morning and he obliged by sitting in the corner of my room... Waiting. It is a testimate to how exhausted I was that I didn't ask him to give me space. At 4:30 in the morning, my eyes opened and I immediately felt his presence... Just waiting. I then began to listen to his story.
Henry died in 1883 of old age; he was very tall and thin. Impeccably dressed in a 3 piece suit complete with a pocket watch. He owned a small general store in a rural town. He never married or had children as he was homosexual in a world that would have shunned him at best. He did find a man to love and share his life with even if it was hidden, however, he died when he was in his early 40's. He was a lonly man.
When he died, he says that he didn't fear going to hell or vanishing into nothingness. If he knew of reincarnation he says he would have left. What he really wanted was a chance to explore the world. All he had seen was his small rural life, there had to be more to existence. The opening of light, the portal to the other side, only lasted a day. His decision was made. He's had other opportunities to cross over through the years but didn't want to take them. He's leaving now with the hopes of reincarnating back into the earth. I told him that once he returned to source the options he would have will astound him.
This is what Henry learned:
Humans are messy, nothing is neat. The range of emotions people feel is awe-inspiring. The love and amazement a couple feels when a child is born, the enthusiasm of a child running out the school door to recess, the confusion, anxiety and bliss of falling in love. Just the pure beauty in this world is enough to make you weep. I sat and watched a flower grow and bloom, proud, turned to the sun. I stayed until it withered and faded away, content with the knowledge that it was part of creation and others would bloom in it's place.
What I learned is that there is only love. I saw the most beautiful sites and the most horrific. The only thing that could heal the terrible things was love. The transformation it made in people was incredible. When I witnessed those that came in to help teach lessons through their pain; I witnessed love in action. The child with the terminal illness who taught their parents the lesson of letting go. The ones killed in a shooting to teach that violence isn't the way. All the wars, disasters, and accidents were all lessons for us to learn, to grow, and to realize how far off course we have gone. This is especially true in this moment. Humans are being asked to return to love in all it's forms. What an amazing gift given by those who showed you what the lack of love creates. Those that died so we could look at the loss and see what needed changing. Isn't that the ultimate act of love?
He showed me the twin towers collapsing on 9/11. I told him that I felt it was caused by a power hungry group and not the country blamed. He agreed and said - now understand the love the ones who died felt for you. They wanted their death to show you what can happen when those with power steered away from love. Nothing, absolutely nothing is more important than filling your heart completely with Love.
With that he told me he was ready to cross over. His lover that died so many years ago had come half way down the bridge of light and was excited to see his love and was waiting patiently for Henry to finish telling me his words of wisdom. He shook my hand, thanked me for my time and started on the bridge.
