AFTERLIFE VISIT

by Leon Enriquez

Story VVSS #828:
“AFTERLIFE VISIT”
By Leon Enriquez

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Life is cyclic and vividly real. Life is mystic and miraculously true. Life is a spiral staircase going up and coming down in timeless moments. There is a strange reality even in mystery. Life is the dance of love. Love is the cause of life.

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Each soul ascends and descends in a cyclic pattern of life: before life, a here and now mortal life, and a homebound afterlife when a mortal incarnation is over. Yet, life does not end with the mortality in the here and now moment. Life is an endless quest that never ends until our mortality is no longer needed for spiritual growth and soul transformation.

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Each soul is a being of light that comes forth from the Divine Spirit. Our purpose in life is a life of purpose, truly. Each one of us is a spark of the One Source that awaits our final homecoming when righteousness and love transcend all superficial longings. Here on earth, we school learning the lessons of love. The curriculum is tailored to suit the lesson modules we each need for maximum soul growth.

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I was abruptly awakened from my deep sleep this Friday morning. And I was in the midst of a strange dream. Or should I call this a soul sojourn and visitation of souls in communion?

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Here’s the gist: Me still encased in a mortal body and very much alive on planet earth; and my visitor in the light realm of the afterlife. Here is the vivid impression left behind from my dreamland encounter. What is remarkable is the degree of conscious remembering after waking from my dream state. And for the record, unmistakably clear as crystal.

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My flash of insight tells me that it is not mere imagination or hallucination. I feel that touching of soul to soul beyond the need for wordplay reflex, or even word scripts.

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The scene occurs at the olde SJI grounds somewhere near the small chapel upstairs. By some strange mysterious way, I am standing there with a small group of unknown faces. I feel a good feeling of lightness surround me. I am embraced by beings of light. I can sense their presence. Yet, I cannot see their faces.

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One of these beings suddenly comes close. He looks familiar and smiles at me with a radiant splendour of a light being. The aura of light surrounding the place reflects calm peace and lavish love. Beauty seems to adorn his countenance. There is a graceful feeling of mutual understanding that penetrates my heart and and my mind. I feel all earthly discord vanish in the healing light.

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I approach this soul with a sense of ease that does not feel strange at all. As he comes close, I begin to realise that I know him. Yes, an olde friend who went home to the afterlife about two years ago. Before I can say or think anything, I feel his mind telling my mind that he is Joseph Moreira — a mortal human being in that previous incarnation. All this exchanged said and accomplished without any spoken word — through the heart pulse.

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Still, I find myself strangely comfortable without the barriers forged by language and words. And, I find myself unrestricted in my further conversations with Joe without any hindrance. Here I feel that there is a deeper connection and communion fostered by thoughts and feelings rather than mere logical conversations.

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I am delighted to meet my olde friend and school mate in such a telling way. Waves of light bounce and penetrate our hearts and only one mind seems to echo our deepest aspiration. I feel a total surrender to the vibration of love in this atmosphere of trust and truth in a vulnerable moment.

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We seem to engage with so many topics of interest without uttering a spoken word. Our minds create spontaneous conversations. All queries and answers arise with succinct genius and vibrant spontaneity. Truth, it seems, is the best answer to anything complicated, complex or mysterious here. I feel a certain sense of timelessness prevailing here in the familiar sketch of the olde SJI chapel grounds.

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I ask of Joe if he has visited his wife in his previous mortal incarnation, and his family then. He smiles and tells me without a word that he cannot. The emotional ties are too strong, and this will impact their ongoing mortal journey quest in life. There is no unfinished business for Joe on the mortal earth now. Peace exudes from his countenance.

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Yet, he watches over his family with curious interest and sends them his love from the afterlife. It is truly a blessing for them to pursue their individual life goals and passion with a determined focus.

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Joe tells me that his mortal life journey ended well despite the exit strategy of a stroke and a heart attack. He is forever grateful for all the love and blessings as well as the trials and tribulations he encountered on these mortal shores. He sends love to Joy, and to his three girls, especially to his two granddaughters.

We move to other subjects which I cannot even remember now, in my post-dreamtime state of consciousness. But the feeling of rapture and joy plus a lingering strangeness is real enough for me.

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I cherish this weird but amazing afterlife visit from an olde friend for one last time. Indeed, we both had an unfinished business in our mortal itinerary that needed to be finished. Even the dearly departed soul knows how to make-up so that I can purge the deep sad regret of not meeting Joe for coffee one last time before he passed on. Thank you Joe. And pray for me olde friend even from your afterlife.

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Just then, I awoke to this good morning of Friday, May fifth, with a groggy mind and lighthearted feeling of this tryst in the afterlife-life crossroads. And now, my dream tale is completely recorded that I may yet remember this visit from an olde friend. Gone away but not forgotten by many souls whose lives were touched by Joe.

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