Judy Holt

My Death

The room is quiet. I can hear the breeze and the sound of the ocean fading. I have said my good-byes days ago to beloved friends, and only One special person remains at my side, two hands lightly touching, reassuring, as we both know that this ‘terminus’ is simply a passage. Both of us, seekers, have lived well. There are no regrets.

Daylight is fading and the dancing shadows that delight me fall into the sun room patterning the blanket with their morphing forms. The light is almost gone now and there is that special stillness on Earth that only comes with the end of daytime hours.

The sensation in my body is one of balance, heart filled with gratitude for this life and for all that have loved and believed in, mind still with thoughts of triumphant passage, body laboring somewhat, however, not in pain. This deepening sense of wholeness within myself remains.

There is no talking; the communication is telepathic. I fall into sleep, accompanied by the One who loves me, who will guide this voyager. I have total trust. I do not know if there will be another day; however, I know there will be few.

I do not awake. I see my body lying on the bed, my form left behind. I feel confused and do not know yet that I have died. And then, I am shocked by a brilliant clear light. Oh, this is real, this light. This is what I prepared for. I open my non-existent arms and still intact astral form to this light. I understand what this is.

I merge.