Prediction (2) - Death the Enigma
This hub is the second instalment of three experiences I thought I would share. They occurred between the ages of 20 and 33. The first instalment can be found here.....
Prior to these strange events happening, I had always viewed predictions as only ever possibilities. This is largely due to the nature of our intricately weaved fabric of life that encompasses infinite patterns of consciousness that for me can be easily changed by what we know as free will.. From the bank of infinite choices we will use free will to choose or not choose and in doing so we can cause ripples that can affect these predictive patterns indirectly or directly. Or so I thought.
Before the event
Some years later after the first experience, we had relocated from the bustling city to expand a business and had been living in my hometown for about six months. We were working 12 hours a day on our businesses and had just resolved to make the weekends our own. To celebrate our new resolution, I decided it was high time we had friends and family around for a feast.
It was the middle of winter. Our prolific gardens of native trees and plants were asleep within mother natures wintery womb hiding from the icy exhale of winters sigh that covered the landscape as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful to observe from the inner sanctuary of warmth that the fireplace shared in it's blaze of glory.
There were 12 of us present. My Husband and I, a few friends and family and one Aunty. One of my friends had just finished studying Iridology and decided before dinner to demonstrate his new found skill. We all gathered around the dinner table and he proceeded to use each and every one of us to explain how it works. Fascinated by the information that sounded rather technical to me I glanced around the room to see if any one else was finding it rather technical.
Seeing the future
My aunty must have had the same idea and our eyes met. Time began to slow again and just as it began slowing I had the dreaded thought of...oh no.. Time eventually stopped and my body vibrations sped up quicker than it had the first time I experienced the slowing of time and the quickening of my body vibrations. I could see beyond her eyes and I could not articulate what I saw this time too. I felt death was near again. I could no longer hear my friends or family. I could only see beyond the veil of her eyes. I was so relieved when the vibrations began to ever so slowly, normalize and time appeared once again. She saw that I had seen something but never said anything. She smiled halfheartedly and looked away.
When I finally normalized fully, an intense feeling lingered. On top of that lingering feeling though, I was angry at having had the experience yet again. There were subtle differences then the first experience but it irritated me beyond belief. The intensity lingered. To add fuel to the fire I sarcastically asked, in my mind... I wonder how long this one is going to take. To which the answer came 3 months. My anger rose almost bursting at the seams. I was not happy. In my mind I was expressing my wrath and said. Well you can take your damn experiences and shove it because I don't really want to know this crap. Go and give it to someone who might find it useful because I don't okay. The mind went silent which further agitated me.
One of my cousins was looking at me intently and enquiringly. I had not uttered a word throughout the entire experience which lasted all of 3 seconds. Yet since time had stopped it had seemed like a very long time. She sensed something wasn't right with me. I silently mouthed to her, I will tell you later.
After dinner when everyone except me was seeking refuge around the fireplace, my cousin approached me in the kitchen. She asked why I seemed so angry. “Did you not like something Renee (my iridologist friend) was saying” I said “no I wasn't even listening when you saw me”. I proceeded to tell her about my experience. She was not at all surprised and whispered like it was a conspiracy and said.. “Good luck with figuring that one out” She made me giggle, she giggled too. Aunty suddenly appeared and asked what was so funny.. Oh nothing Aunty we both chorused in harmony, which made us giggle more. The giggling somehow made the lingering feeling less intense.
The next day I decided I needed to talk to my mum and made a day trip to the city. Although my Husband resisted initially he realized I was going anyway. It was better for him to come he concluded, as my protector from the unpredictable conditions of the road, that I as I woman could not possibly know how to navigate. I was grateful he drove however as it gave me time to reflect on both experiences.
My mum always gave me this sense that she knew whatever it was I was talking about. At some level she always understood it was my journey and my lessons whatever they might be. She was a great listener and that made describing any experience good or bad easier. After telling her the experience she simply said “Make peace with it don't be angry. There is a reason for everything, you just might not see that yet” “But I don't understand Mum why would I need to see that people are going to die” I complained. “Don't be a drama queen” she scolded gently. “Aunty hasn't died yet and when she does you will have only foreseen two deaths. You have seen dead bodies since you were a baby, what is the problem?” Well I couldn't argue with that it made sense. So in an effort to make peace with the experience I let it go. I simply closed my eyes for a few minutes breathed sighed and said... ok I accept it for whatever it is and its no big deal because I have seen dead bodies before. Death is a process we all go through no point in getting angry and it is better to let it go. Slowly but surely any resistance was released and an inner calm prevailed.
Death the Enigma
As if on cue, 3 months later Aunty died.
I was at my mums at the time and she received the phone call. She came through from the hall looked me straight in the eyes and said, "It's happened. I understood without further explanation and sighed heavily, resigned to the fact that I had now foreseen death twice. A couple of other sisters sitting in the kitchen with me looked seemingly confused. First at me then my mum. ”Whats happened mum” said one sister. “Aunty’s died” my mum replied sadly. "And you knew about it" said another sister to me. I just nodded. Tears rolled unashamedly down their cheeks as they fondly remembered Aunty. I felt like I was standing at a distance feeling their sorrow. I cried softly for them.
A few days after Aunty had been buried I felt her presence. It was only for an instant but it was a peaceful presence and I said goodbye Aunty and she was gone to that place I saw beyond the veil of her eyes never to return again.
I had stopped trying to analyze what occurred and accepted that seeing death would remain an enigma. So I stored the information once again in the archives of my mind.
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