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Prediction (3) Death the Transformation

Updated on July 11, 2012


This hub is the final and last 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.....the 2nd 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.

My mum
My mum

Prior to the event

Three or so years after the 2nd experience, we had just arrived back from a nine month stay in Australia. We had just settled into our new home in the city. Mum lived in the same city. One day I got a phone call from her.

“Hi hun” she said. I could tell something was amiss. Her voice was thick with emotion. “Hi mum what's wrong are you alright” I asked. “Yea hun” she said unconvincingly. “Nana (my Grandmother, Her mother) has died”. “Oh no mum” I almost cried, sadness suddenly creeping in. “Are you sure you're alright”? I asked “Yea hun, come around, your brothers and sisters are on their way. You will probably get here before them”

Half an hour later we were at Mums. A couple of brothers and sisters had already arrived. A few were meeting us at the Marae (loosely translated, sacred meeting place) and a few were still traveling up because they wanted to be there for our Mum. (I have a very large family) On the perfectly manicured front lawn, nephews and nieces were every where I looked. Playing and having fun, oblivious to the nature of our gathering. As I stepped into my Mums house the atmosphere was heavy. I walked into the kitchen where all the noise appeared to be coming from to find my Mum, a couple of brothers and sisters talking. I stood at the doorway listening. When one of my brothers noticed me, he immediately jumped up, gave me a kiss and offered me his chair. Before sitting, I did the rounds and kissed everyone. I hugged my mother for a very long time but did not say a word. Some of the tears she was desperately trying to conceal accidentally fell out. She quickly wiped them away in the hope no one would notice. We all noticed and the room fell completely silent. We were all weeping by then. After a while the tears began to dry and one of the sisters decided to break the silence. I sat and listened.

A couple of hours later we had a convoy of cars heading to the Marae that was 2 hours away. We arrived at the Marae before my Nana's body had arrived and it gave Mum time to catch up with all her relatives she had not seen for many years. The rest of my other brothers and sisters were already there. So all 13 children and 40 grandchildren were present. We were, as some commented later, a huge surprise for a lot of my Mums family. Mainly because they rarely had a lot to do with us in our lives and almost half of them we did not know.

As I have mentioned before, our funerals generally go for three days. When we got word that Nana was arriving we all waited in the Wharenui (sleeping/meeting house) for her to be carried in. She would lay there in state while visitors came and went. Immediate family were always present, working or keeping Nana or the visitors company in the Wharenui. When I wasn't working in the Wharekai (Dining room/kitchen) I was beside my Mum who was never allowed to leave her mother unless it was to eat or visit the bathroom. There was always someone beside Nana when Mum wasn't present.

On one occasion I was beside my Mum and Nana on the first day. A small group of visitors came in. It is not normal to notice details of the strangers that are visiting but on this day I remembered one. I was listening to the elders speeches, not understanding much of what they were saying, but listening nevertheless. I felt someone staring at me. I looked over and noticed a very old man with snowy white hair sitting in a wheel chair. He didn't seem to be looking at me by then so I brushed away the sense that I had.

At least once each day I noticed this old man with snowy white hair in the wheel chair and I wasn't sure why I noticed. On the day of the burial they have a church service. Not everyone can fit inside and many have to sit outside. Some late comers consisted of elders so it is required for the younger ones to go outside and let the elders take the seats or floor inside. Seats for men and floor for women.

Seeing the future

A few of the younger ones including me were leaving the inside as the elders were entering. As I finished putting on my shoes I looked up to find myself staring deep into the abyss of the eyes of the stranger I had noticed throughout the funeral. Time immediately stopped. My body’s vibration was so rapid, everything, except the abyss beyond the veil of his eyes disappeared. Reality as I knew it no longer existed. I no longer existed. Just my awareness. It was indescribable the overwhelming feeling I had. Death was so vivid yet not describable. To this day I cannot describe it in detail.

When my body began to normalize and reality began to manifest itself again, the inner feeling was so profound my mind stayed silent. Time began again slowly. Normalization slowly returned. Relief then entered my awareness. But this profound feeling persisted. It was almost peaceful if I had to label the feeling. Even then I don't think that does the feeling justice. When normalcy reigned I fully expected the logical and analytical mind to set in. It didn't. It appeared it was on vacation and happy to say nothing at that moment and time. Total acceptance had come to the fore.

The old stranger smiled lovingly and knowingly. He took my hand. I smiled and kissed his cheek. He knew I knew. I knew that he knew. No words were spoken. Our spirits merged. I knew it wasn't going to be long before this stranger would die and I was at peace with this knowledge He knew he was going to die and he was at peace with the knowledge. He also knew I knew and understood more than I why I knew. I didn't ask why, I wasn't angry, I just accepted it as it was.


Death the transformation

After burying our Nana a sister and I were sitting by my Nana's grave lost in thoughts of nothing. My mum and few others were hanging out with Nana too. My Mum looked at me and said, “are you alright” I said “yes Mum, are you”? “Penny for them” she asked ignoring my question. “Oh nothing really, just another one of those 'I know who is going to die next' kinda thing." “Oh so who is next” she asked “I don't even know who he is Mum', he's been at the Tangi (funeral) though, everyday.” I described what he looked like and she said. “Ah yes I know who you're talking about” When I was about to ask who he was, one of my mums Aunties grabbed her by the shoulder and said come and eat. "Haere mai moko" she said to me "Kia tere" That means loosely translated, come on grandchild hurry. So I obediently followed forgetting that I wanted to know who this man was.

After the Hangi (A big feast cooked in the earth) and cleaning it is custom for the workers to be shouted drinks. We were heading back home to the city later that night. Whilst we waited for the rest of the convoy to gather together, a few of us sat outside around a fire with a few of Mums family catching up. After a few minutes of chatting, I could hear another cousin yelling something out, to whoever was in the kitchen. He continued on a path towards us yelling and waving his arms. As if to say get up get up, but I couldn't catch what he was saying even though he was yelling. I turned to an Uncle beside me and asked him what was happening.

Aww gees he said Uncle so and so died and dere goes our drink.

“Uncle who?” I asked.

He said “oh yea dats right you dunno im. He was ere today bloody old bugger”

In my heart I knew who he was talking about. “He was?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah ya know da old fool in da wheel chair wit da white mop You musta seen im, he was ere all da time. Dats your Nanas cousin de old bugger. 98 he was”

“Oh yes I remember him” I replied

It did not surprise me that it happened so quickly and I have always thought it was no surprise because of the intensity of the experience. I sighed and was lost in thoughts of the old man and what kind of life he might have lived, what trials and what triumphs had he experienced.

They would start preparing for his body’s arrival immediately. They would bury him in three days and his physical body would transform to become one with the earth but that inner essence of him would be in that existence I could not describe. An existence that is not really separate to the one I know as my reality. An existence that had a lingering and profound effect on my view of what death is. Death was no longer a stranger, no longer an enigma to me but a transformation. A transformation the old man was aware of.


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    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      4 years ago from New Zealand

      Thank you I am glad you visited again.

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 

      5 years ago from Philippines

      I'm glad that I rediscovered this trilogy and was able to finally finish it. It's a very touching experience you had, indeed. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      6 years ago from New Zealand

      Yes indeed we do. Your hubs do a very good job though in my opinion. Thanks so much for your positive vote.

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      Queirdkus Ω Ibidem 

      6 years ago from Sitting on the Rug

      Thank you for writing a hub that attests to the reality of the Spirit. We need more of these kind to become aware of how truly we are connected to each other. Voted up!

    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      6 years ago from New Zealand

      I understand this appreciation for life and death. It is part of our culture to attend funerals at a very young age and we learn to appreciate the cycles of life. Continual transformation is indeed what occurs throughout life. Thank you for stopping by and give much appreciated feedback.

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      Lisa Eva Gold 

      6 years ago from South Florida

      I recall attending many funerals as a child. I could never understand why my Mother would insist on me attending. And now I see that I have learned to appreciate life and death. As death is a passing from physical to non physical. I truly believe (my opinion) that, we are in the here and now and attending the school of life. A preperation for where wego to next. Another sphear of existance does death grant. For in the school of life that we exist in now, we are continually transforming through death / letting go . (lessons learned, we move on and we change) . Thank you for sharing your heart felt story .

    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      6 years ago from New Zealand

      Sorry for the belated reply Niteriter. I am also glad to know you. Thanks for your kind comments

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      6 years ago from Canada

      Again, I am transfixed by the power and authenticity of these reports. You have a very special gift, one of which you can be very proud. Your presence in the world is doing much good. I am glad to know you.

    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      7 years ago from New Zealand

      You are very welcome d.william. I am glad you could share the memory of the journey with me. You are so kind with your comments. I do appreciate all you have to say. Thank you so much!

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      7 years ago from Somewhere in the south

      Another wonderful tale, so well written, it makes one feel like they are right beside you experiencing what you do. This is an exceptional gift - not only having the experiences but also the ability to describe them so well with your words. Truly an enjoyable read. thank you so much for sharing these experiences with us.

    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      7 years ago from New Zealand

      Thank you for stopping in and your kind comments.

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      7 years ago from California

      Great hub! Death is a transformation. Being okay with it is the key. This is a beautiful hub, thank you for sharing. Take care.

    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      7 years ago from New Zealand

      Ann, Thank you! It can be very different, somewhat weird, if you have never heard of a similar experience. In saying that the essence of who you are will always relate on some level. I appreciate you stopping by and sharing your thoughts.

    • pennyofheaven profile imageAUTHOR


      7 years ago from New Zealand

      Hi Mark, as always, you always know what to say to make my day a brighter one. We both know that spirit knows no distance and the power of your spirit has much the same affect on me as mine does on you. I understand how you would be there with me re-living the profound and beautiful memory of spirit and I am so happy you were there. Your spirit has embraced mine today and blessed me with your greatness. I am truly humbled by your presence. You are unique Mark Bennis and I do know the strength of our connection will remain strong. Love and peace to your my friend.

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      7 years ago

      What a touching story. I've never heard of this kind of experience. I can't wait to read your other articles. Thank you for sharing, Penny.

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      7 years ago

      Penny, Penny, Penny… I have a lump in my throat from reading this beautiful hub, goose pimples all over, ah bless you I felt everything like I was there. This was amazing although said to hear about your nana and her cousin, but in light of that fact you have created a magical moment in my day for the remembrance that the spirit is so profound and beautiful.

      You certainly have the gift dear penny and a beautiful heart, which I can feel through the magic of your words, you are amazing to share this, your nana and family will be so proud.

      Wow. I am still buzzing from the reading of this, it is one of the most beautifully written true stories I have ever heard, really… pure heart felt magic, you have a powerful and sincere heart, and I had felt that so powerfully all the way over in the UK, bless…


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