EVEN amid a semi-migraine
experience, flashes before the eyes, a loss of visual equilibrium, God gave me
a paradoxical vision: my last living moments.
Suddenly what flashed before the
eyes of my heart was the irredeemable fact: living, breathing, sensing, life was fading in the final seconds. Sorrow filled my soul’s gaze. Yet I was caught up in
something myriads higher. A profound
depth subsuming me. Being absorbed into the Eternal.
Sadness came for the fleeting
glimpses of those I’d not said goodbye
to: my wife, my daughters, my son, my parents, my
brothers and my friends.
Sadness yet wholeness for that
Something Bigger. Somehow understanding filled me and my sight for the entirety
of life was perfected but completely without ability to explain it.
As God took me into Himself I began
to feel the absence of corners and sides and boundaries and of beginnings and
endings. I was coming into what is, always as it has been and will ever be. And everything not of God ceased to exist.
Finally as I understood this simply
as a vision, God caused me to
be thankful. I was grateful in accepting the extension of His moments. More
breaths ahead. Possibilities ahead to enjoy God and all of the things He
blesses me with.
These final
moments were not the end, but the beginning of the broadening and burgeoning of awareness.
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Ends
inspire fresh beginnings while there is still life and hope. Be open to
beginning again and hope for the stars.
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