Taking Her Home (part 4 of my STE)

 Taking Her Home

"But if I'm down there how could I be up here," I wondered.

    I lifted my left hand in front of my vision and saw the most beautiful golden, translucent outline filled with tiny, sparkles of gold. I looked like a sunbeam in the early morning or around 7pm in the summer. I can't tell you how excited and amazed I was to see this gorgeous luminescence coming from me! 

    As I stared at my hand, I heard a voice say to me, "Stop admiring yourself, you have a job to do." The voice was humored at my elation and adoration. And as I received that message, with it came this bundle of love and acceptance for me. I knew this being, whomever it was, loved me unconditionally.  The spirit knew all my faults and failings and none of those mattered. I was loved, warts and all, because those made me who I was, too. 

    When I looked at my hand and heard this voice, a new, crisper level of clarity filled my mind, but with that came a forgetting. It's very hard to explain because at the time — I just was. All of what I'm about to explain came days later, upon reflection. 

    In that place, in that light body, there was no Earth, no husband, no problems, no bills, no weight issues, no migraines, no children, no parents, no other life than the one I was experiencing as a light being. I can't explain it. I didn't remember that I had children, a husband, a cat, a house, lived on Earth...To me, I was home. Try to forget your life here. Something will remind you that you are on Earth in physical form. Your eye will twitch, the clock will chime, your dog will bark...I've tried to revisit that state and I could never do it. I was sublime and without worry. I was light and moved so effortlessly. 

    When the being said I had a job to do, I remembered why I was there or what I had to do. And in this realm you move by thought. You have no arms, legs, or core to move you. You are like the air. When I thought of why I was there and who I was there for, I soared toward her. I didn't have to think where I needed to go. 

    Like a wisp I drifted over an office building where worker at desks were on phones. To get more detail I have a video that I'll link to but I won't describe it here. It's not that important. [ Being Golden Video ] As I flew over the office of workers, no one saw me, I recalled I was there for an older woman. With the thought of her, I was yanked, like a magnet to metal toward her. 

    Waiting at the bottom of a flight of office-like stairs, she shook with fear. I was able to

sense her emotions without experiencing the emotion. She couldn't see or hear me, but I knew she could feel me. I was there to encourage her to the top of the steps. She didn't want to climb the stairs and was terrified. I sent her love and thought, "Everything is all right. Just climb. You're fine. You can do it." These thoughts bolstered her and she would take one step then pause, and then another step and pause. It seemed to take forever. 

    When we reached the top, it opened to a pristine white area that looked like we were at

the top of the clouds. White light saturated everything. Nothing was so bright that it would hurt your eyes but rather a soft, pure glow that touched all. I couldn't see the edges; the clouds stretched as far as I could see. Off in the distance, a small arched bridge waited, one that could be found in a garden. I knew I had to get her across that bridge. Yet, I wasn't able to approach it or cross it. It wasn't that someone would scold me or deny me, but I couldn't fit.

    The woman hesitated, slightly afraid, but with more encouragement she made her way over the bridge. The instant she crossed over I was sucked backwards, like through a straw, which I now equate to a tunnel. I had no say. 

    I landed in my body, in my bed. But here's the part that has astonished me all these years later. I had no idea where I was, who I was. The first thing I noticed is how heavy I felt — not weight-wise, but immovable like lead. After a few seconds of utter confusion, it was as if I received a download and all my information was reloaded. My husband, children, planet, house, problems, joys, to-do lists...And it hit me harder than a mac truck. I sobbed wanting to return. I didn't want to be here. I prayed to go back and tried to fall asleep thinking I'd return home. When I woke the next morning, I felt less sad but grieved for the love and acceptance in that place that I will one day return to.