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POPPY: Sharing The World of The Dying Experience
Posted on May 31st, 2009 No commentsOur world is in the process of healing itself with the Light of Truth. I have posted my personal healing through the life, death, and rebirth of caregiving for my terminally ill father. These are excerpts from my journal of our day-to-day experiences in the period 1997-1998.
It was not until months after he passed on that I went back to review the journal. I realized with 20/20 hindsight that a profound Spiritual journey had taken place—one that perhaps could be shared with others as a source of inspiration or as a layman’s guidance into the world of the dying experience, both for the dying and the living.
“Suddenly, I saw a pinhole of light, a beautiful blue-white light. It looked very distant, but I was so drawn to it that I wanted to rush ahead of Poppy to get to it. But I received a strong, strong mental message telling me No! No! It’s not for you to go! We were immediately transported into some sort of mental metaphor, immersed in a quasi-dream. I first saw a boat, with me firmly grounded at the shore and Poppy on the boat. A cord anchored the boat, but I was holding a knife to cut the cord if Poppy made the choice to sail. My mother then sailed in on another boat to Poppy. Although she was ready to take him with her, she made it clear that I could not cut that cord unless Poppy made the decision to go.” (pg 18)
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I’ve also posted photos and information from my father’s WWII Marine Corps album. He was wounded at Peleliu (Palau Islands) while charging toward Bloody Nose Ridge in September 1944, for which he received the Purple Heart when he was just 18 years of age.
I was inside a huge crater with two other guys when the enemy opened fire on us. The first explosion dropped to our left and the second one, to our right. We knew this was a ‘pinning’ strategy. We waited for the third explosion,but it never came; this is when we realized that the .30-caliber water-cooled machine guns we had been aiming at them were jammed! We were helpless. All around us, the crossfire was lighting up the sky, and it was paralyzing.
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