I always thought since she was in her mid 80’s and at that time lived with me, that I would be the one assisting her transition to the other side. As it was she was living in another state at the time of her passing with her other children. At the time we parted I had left her with my sister, and reached for a hug to say goodbye. My spirit grandmother, Nanny had informed me mother would be happier with her other children, while I was the loner child, sort of a black sheep.

She had refused to hug me back and I remember how that felt. It felt bad. I knew it would be the last time I would see her and it would have been great to leave in love.

One night I had this feeling I was in another location, a real location, but not a physical, or material location. A place perhaps we can call the astral realm, an energetic place which resembled the earth plane but of a finer type of energy. It looked like New York City during rush hour, but there were no cars. Crowds of people walking on the sidewalks. It became apparent I had an apartment here in this city, that I’d never been to as in physical.

I was right in the middle of the city geographically speaking. There were stone steps leading up to my apartment building. I stood on them now and surveyed all the people rushing by. I wondered where they were going in such a rush? Then I saw this little white head bobbing along in the crowd. It was my mother! For heavens sake what was she doing here I wondered.

She appeared lost and confused. I saw her stop to ask a passerby where she could find her daughter. Another man directed her to an information booth where new arrivals can find their destinations. He seemed most kind, but she shook her head, no, I must find my daughter by myself she said. She always did have a will of her own.

“Mother!” I called out excitedly. Mother! I’m over here! Come in!” Mother is only 5′2″ but I could see her eyes clearly as they lighted up in relief and happiness to have found me in this huge place filled with people.

She must have a remote control device I thought off-handedly. We smiled at one another and I escorted her into my apartment. It seemed she had been traveling for quite some time and needed a place to rest. I remember thinking good thing I’d rented this apartment in the city and occassionally I would bring travelers here, to rest, until they were fit for the journey once more.

Likewise, I have been in the hospitality business in real life. I realized this is a part of my nature. We went into a spacious, lightfilled room, sparse of furniture, it nonetheless felt good with all the light in the room. I felt an urgency to attend to mother. She was at once disoriented and counting on me for shelter.
I knew I had to go and get assistance for her, and I would not be allowed to remember how I did this once I woke up.
It involves going to another focus level of the spiritual planes. Evidently, we were now on the lowest sub plane of the astral territories, where retrievals take place.

It’s not the earth plane but a facimile of the earth plane, one step up. I knew all these people were what we call dead, but not really dead, just released from physical area.

I knew also that she was going to stay in my apartment for a time, I knew not the length of time in linear terms. I made sure she had all the comforts of home; food, a bed, and most importantly, her old sewing machine.
Something to keep her busy while she waited for the guide I would send to take her across the threshold, perhaps to focus 27, a higher level than this sub plane we were on.

The sewing machine just appeared from out of nowhere. I had thought it into place. She loved her sewing machine and sat down and began to sew. I was telling her this was her last service to life she had undertaken.
She had had a sewing business before she passed away.
She had a way of pleasing her customers. She would even sew a tent together, while knowing she was about to break about 20 needles in the attempt. They loved her. The whole town loved her.

I told her someone was going to come for her and take her on, and that I had to go now and tell them about her, that she was waiting here, but she would be content with her sewing machine to pass the time. She obediantly began to sew and this chased her blues away.

I was so happy to be able to take her off the streets, and it seemed she had forgiven me for having taken her to my sisters place a few years back. I really had planned on having her with me until she died, and would have kept her if I had not been told by Nanny where she would be most happy living her last years out.

Here we have two realities overlapping one another, both of them real. When I awoke the next morning I was still luxuriating in the feelings that our relationship had a type of closure that wasn’t expected, however, I did not consider that she had actually transitioned.

It was several months after this experience I was looking for the death certificate of my father and accidently came upon my mother’s death certificate online.

I noticed the date was several months before this experience happened. I was shocked to say the least. I concluded she must have been on a journey traveling through this sub plane looking where to go, what to do, and not knowing where she was for several linear time months.

She knew I performed retrievals, as I had tried to explain them to her while she was alive, however, like other people when you try to explain retrievals, she looked at me like I was a kook. To give her a little credit, she did remark that I was the smartest one of her kids, which for the black sheep of the family, it really tickled me pink!

For some of us who pass over, we can wander for a while in the sub plane of the astral closest to the earth. Some of us need gentle persuasion that transition has occurred or is occuring, where it finally hits you, oh, yes, so this is what death is like. That’s where a retriever comes in and can assist these to higher levels of planning and activity, to the park, and focus level 27.
It is not unusual to find a number of nonphysical beings still stuck in these levels after many years, not aware that Focus 27 exists. It is a dreamy like existence in that case where guides may come into the dream, however, the guides themselves do not seem real to the dreamer who wonders and wanders and they are lost in their thoughts of being separated from all that they knew.
Love bonds save us all from having to experience a disoriented world of the astral regions. However, it is not hell in the usual terms. It is a process of becoming enlightened to All That Is. Love is the insurance policy that will get us all home safely.

I, too, had an interesting experience during a period of my life when I was going through severe trauma, losing three people I loved the most. Instead of seeing a lady in a tunnel, I experienced Gaia, the earth mother, and she came to me singing her song, dressed in etheric light of calmness and peace. She is always with me, and I think of her whenever the earth is experiencing upheavals, like earthquakes. I often send her love and healing because her love helped to heal me of my grief and pain.

However, I see you are saying the same thing in your own understanding, to say ACIM says in our essence we are love. When we begin to express love, we self realize it is in our cells too, this appreciation for ourselves, leads to appreciation for others.
I think we can look at our energy bodies also, aside from my ACIM studies. you help take me a little beyond my studies. I feel an intensity upon the world and I’m sensitive to it also. It can feel like anger, like an adrenalin rush that doesn’t have release.
However, I can release it within music expression, and through blogging perhaps. U need not be depressed is what I’m saying if u identify the love inside you. Like you said, the depression does lift quicker these days, to say, confusion is a bit like depression. You already are doing what you came here to do. You’re a writer of exceptional quality.
I like about the focus of attention. I can share a little focus mystical story to agree with you how very important it is.
I know we are divine sparks, and I’ve never heard a Christian use the term, just the universal, user friendly metaphysicians will say this including me.
I was doing a DBE, dreaming body experience with my energy body once. I was looking for my lost dog.
I found her at my feet somewhere out there in space. I knew I wasn’t in my physical body.
I was happy momentarily, ah, there she is. I love her so much. something told me to focus my attention down to her eyes and go deep within them, those magnificent pools of glistening dogginess, that unconditional love and trust that dogs have.
Attention, and focusing, even in physical circumstance seem to be such a priority to get anything done.
Zip! I zoomed in, I was suddenly just a point of awareness, a bundle of me, a bundle of energy, with a desire to take care of my lost pooch. it was love the motivating factor.
As I swam in her eyes, I asked her was she ok, I had looked for her every day to no avail in my town.
She answered me, did I do something wrong? I feel ok if you feel ok. She said she did not want to leave me but she was getting old and just forgot where home was. Then I saw I felt very guilty myself she had gotten out of the yard.
My guilt was reflected in her eyes, as guilt I had transferred to her, she had no joice but to reflect it to me, that she carried sorrow if I carried sorrow.
She was my little holding tank of emotion. Emotion is our energy body also. The experience was very healing, and somewhat clarified how we zoom into a problem, like our awareness does that, through focusing our full attention. The motivating factor is always love.
gratitude appears to be love also and a recognition that we are loved. I don’t think we can love another truly until we learn to love ourselves.
I think we are on the same page Lyn, so this is marvelous talking with you, great website. love….

Our world can be seen as a vast symphony
of individual vibratory sound patterns,
all interweaving to create the very substance of life,
the symphony of life

Vibration is at the root of all creation.
Sound is the force
which groups all things, from atoms to worlds.

Every molecule of matter is intoning its tone.
Every leaf, atom, particle, planet, galaxy,
every cell in our body is humming its own tune.
Even as we were being born,
as our bodies were being formed,
a chord was being intoned,
our own individual chord

The whole universe is moving
in perfect mathematical harmony.
And this is the music of the spheres,
the divine mathematics,
the sacred geometry of creation.

When God first spoke,
sound came forth.

Sound holds the key
to the mysteries of the universe,
the key to the creation and sustaining of our world.

Music is the word of God.

much love…alysia