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Experiencing the Moment of Death
(Crossing Over) of a Loved One
By Betsy-Morgan
Ihad dozed off, having spent the last twelve days (and
nights) in the hospital with my little sister. It was four
am. I felt Bryan, my sister’s son, touch my shoulder.
“Betsy, her breathing sounds off.” I checked her oxygen
levels…they were low, but good, safe. I pushed the button
and administered a little more morphine. “There”, I said,
“That will help her rest better”. “Do you want to sleep”? “No,
I can’t,” he said; the pain in his voice so predominate…his
brow furrowed with anxiety. As sad as I was, the sleep called
to me. It would be an escape from the devastation. Cancer.
Spread throughout the body. Instead of days, we started
counting time in hours, then minutes. I prayed.
Six hours earlier, we were singing songs to her; every
song we had ever sung from birth to the present. She loved
to sing. What a voice… like Patsy Cline but better. What a
laugh. What a Light. This last evening, she had little energy,
yet she lifted her frail body, up, up to reach the sounds of the
music she so loved. For one blessed hour, the three if us were
transfixed, immersed in the music. We were all making the
most of it. And the clock was ticking louder.
The next time Bryan touched my shoulder there was
panic in his voice, “Betsy—I don’t think she is breathing!”
I couldn’t believe someone so big, so brave, so perfect…
could die. I gently placed two fingers on the main vein on
her throat. I felt a strong beat! “Oh Bryan—She’s alive—her
heart is beating. It’s okay—she’s alive!” And, then nothing.
What does it feel like at the moment of someone’s death?
Empty. There’s nothing you can do. If you are blessed, you
get to experience that very painful, exquisite moment. I have
been so blessed three times with my Mom, my Dad, and my
little sister.
The silver lining is that I’m a psychic. I am able to see
beyond the 3rd dimension into the higher realms. When a
loved one passed in my presence, I watched everything very
carefully. I saw their souls—each a soft milky-white vapor—
leave their bodies. Dad’s went quickly out the window into
the flower garden in the back yard. Mom’s lingered in the
hospital room and then flew to others in our family to let
them know she was free and safe and happy. Gigi’s stayed
with us in the hospital room. She heard her son Bryan cry
out, “Oh Mom can you hear me?” Stunned, we immediately
watched as she demonstrated “yes” by moving the humidifier
(that had been on center of the table for three days) to the
edge and spilled it onto the floor. “Yes, I cried to myself —she
lives”! We will all live on.
Since these extremely moving experiences, I have focused
much of my psychic work on doing mediumship readings
for my clients. It’s incredibly rewarding to bring people the
knowledge that their loved one is safe and happy….and that
we will see each other again!
There is SO much they want to tell you. They will tell you
how much they love you, that you are forgiven, that they are
okay. All of us get to go to heaven, even those who take their
own lives. Isn’t that a relief? For some, there is a long healing
period…like a nice long nap to rest and heal before heaven.
When our heavenly caretakers know we are ready, off we go!
The sweetest message is the one I received last year from
Gigi. I was down and I asked her for advice. I literally heard
her voice whisper, “Live.” And, that’s the message I would
like to share with you. Wherever you are, Live.
Read another article by Betsy Morgan on this fascinating
subject in the May/June Online Magazine www.trulyalive.net/
communicating-with-loved-ones-on-the-other-side
Read more articles by Betsy-Morgan online: www.trulyalive.net
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