Football season has started, there’s a fat hummingbird on the feeder, and I am content, but it’s not just sports and bird life that are making me happy. It’s also because things are going surprisingly well. I mean, I haven’t died yet, and I consider that VERY surprisingly well! Another thing that hasn’t died is my interest in the world, and the little miracles that form the texture of my life still seem to happen almost every day.
The other night at our weekly discussion group, some of us fell asleep. (It’s a terrific group, but it was also a very hot night!) Whitley said I came to him out of my body and said to him, “it’s wonderful here.” He said that I was very happy and trying to let him in on the secret of the other side.
I don’t remember the incident, but I have to ask, was I dying then and becoming a ghost? If so, then it looks like I’ll have a happy ghosthood!
Whitley and I see ghosts all the time, and Whitley meditated for many years with people who told him that they were from between lives. Seven of them used to make themselves known by crashing down on the roof of his mediation room. I went in with him one night, but when those thuds started, I had to get out of there! How he did that night after night for all those years, I'll never know. It was completely incredible and totally real. I witnessed it.
Our group has been going for over thirty years (we’ve been members for five) and we all feel that many of the deceased members are still with us. There are about 20 of us in this life, but the room where we get together is often crowded with the unseen! Sometimes, orbs have showed up and even been photographed. I think that the group might itself be between the worlds.
In fact, one long-time member who is passing right now, came for a final visit week before last. So we’re all wondering if, once he gets his bearings in his new state, whether or not he’ll continue to attend.