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Stargazer
Lilies
by
Kim Hartman
Seven
days. Seven days. Seven days. These two words went
through my mind as I parked my jeep at Mercers Pier and
began walking north on the beach. Having always been a
believer in the power and significance of dreams in our
lives, their symbolic interpretations, and their ability
to reveal clear and sometimes invaluable information to
the dreamer, I decided to find out what meaning my
friend Ralph's dream held for me that seventh day after
the unexpected death of my brother.
The
dream had been relayed to me by Ralph the previous day
and I knew as I quietly listened to him tell me about
the pages of the calendar that he saw in his dream which
all displayed the words seven days and about a
communication I was to receive from my brother that I
would spend the following afternoon in search of
whatever message I was to receive that seventh day. But
more importantly, I knew that I was NOW inwardly
equipped for anything that would happen. I too had a
dream that same night and the dreams were remarkably
similar in content -- my brother wanted to contact me,
he had something important he needed to share.
I walked
on the beach rethinking the previous 21 day period. It
had begun 11 days before Thanksgiving when I suddenly
had an urge to call my brother who was a student at West
Virginia University. When the phone was answered, I was
unexpectedly greeted by the sound of my mother's voice.
I momentarily thought I had mistakenly called her but
she soon dispelled that thought as she explained that
she had driven to Morgantown the day before to take my
brother to the hospital where he had been admitted with
a life threatening case of pneumonia.
At the
time, I was totally unprepared for the dramatic and
extraordinary events that would unfold over the next 21
days and unbeknownst to me at the time, my life would be
forever changed by the series of incredible
circumstances that I would witness. My personal
spiritual path was changing direction again, without
warning, as I was about to take another leap in not only
my individual growth but in my spiritual thinking as
well. I would see and learn of a few more of the
mysteries of the universe that I had believed existed
but had never before experienced. But, these lessons
would not come free, in fact my brother would have to
pay the ultimate price. He would have to sacrifice his
life for me to be momentarily blessed with what I
thought then would be merely a glimpse of the phenomenal
wonders and magic of life, physical death, life after
death, and the transition that takes place during this
period.
Within a
few days of the first conversation with my mother, of
which there would be many, Eddie’s physical condition
began to quickly deteriorate, the test results would
soon inform us of what I had already learned a few
nights before in yet another dream. Eddie was suffering
from an AIDS related pneumonia; he had contracted
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome and was only
expected to live a few more days.
I was
scheduled to leave the day before Thanksgiving to drive
to West Virginia to see my brother for what I knew would
inevitably be the last time, and I was quite anxious for
this final visit with him to begin. I had stopped in a
local store for a few things I would need on the trip
when I sensed someone standing behind me, I quickly
turned my head but did not see anyone standing there and
continued what I was doing when I had an insuppressible
urge to look again. I turned again, only this time
someone was there.
Standing
directly behind me was my father, who had passed on a
few years before. Startled I said his name aloud and
asked him what he was doing there, but he didn't answer
my question -- he only asked me if I was okay. I
answered that I was fine but Eddie was not, he was very
sick. Dad said he knew this and had returned for him.
The emotions flooded through me as I heard his words as
they somehow drifted into my mind, but I had already
known when I saw him standing there that this was why he
had returned. Slowly he faded away as I rushed out of
the store and hurried home to call the hospital for an
update on my brother's condition, afraid the worst had
already happened. But, although he was still alive, he
was not improving. His inner flame was growing dim as
his final days unfolded.
Within
two days I arrived at the hospital to find my brother
now on a respirator. He looked so old, so worn, and so
tired, as he lay there those last thirty-six hours
preparing for the transition that was taking place.
Wanting to spend some time alone with him, I offered to
relieve my mother for an hour, from her constant vigil
with Eddie, which she willingly agreed to. I stayed with
him in the hospital room giving him Reiki and Igili
(pronounced eee-gee-lee) -- anything I could to comfort
him and myself for that matter. I thought of his life
and impending physical death and tried to remember a few
of the memorable events that had occurred in the
thirty-three years we had shared as brother and sister.
After a
brief meditation to relax and center myself, I attempted
to see his aura. I could not sense any auric field
around the lower part of his body, which did not make
sense to me until later in the day. Around his head and
upper body his aura was a light gray color, somewhat
cloudy in appearance, and there was a funnel like light
emitting from the top of his head. As I became more
relaxed, which was becoming extremely difficult by now
as I struggled with my own overwhelming emotions, I
could just barely see him as he drifted in and out of
his body. I watched in awe of what I knew was possible
from first hand knowledge of this phenomenon, but was
soon interrupted by the nurse entering his room. I then
concluded what was to be my only private visit with
Eddie and went to meet my mother, sister, and youngest
brother, and together we spent the rest of the day with
him.
Copyright
©1999 Coastal Connection
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About The
Author
Kim Hartman resides in
Coastal North Carolina where she spends her time writing about her
personal experiences and publishing Coastal Connection a
Holistic/Metaphysical monthly magazine. She is a Reiki Master, Igili
& Feng Shui Practitioner, a Certified Hypnotherapist, and a fulltime
volunteer with Special Olympics. She can be reached by email: SpectrumMedia3@cs.com
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