I never know when I’ll find myself in a position to help someone cross over. Most of the time I end up working with a patient as a hospice volunteer. Sometimes I am referred to someone who needs my help. And sometimes I just happen to be at the right place when I’m needed. Recently I experienced such a time.
That day started out as a typical Sunday—a little coffee, some light music, the sliding door open to sounds and smells of morning as the world began its day. I finished up some work and then called a girlfriend and asked her to go out for more coffee.
When I arrived at her house there was a very dear friend of mine sitting in a chair greeting me with a smile and a heart full of love. His father had recently passed, and he wanted to discuss the next steps in his grief process with me. He said he felt good about everything, and the word I got when I touched him was integration, which made perfect sense, as it means the process by which a well-balanced psyche becomes whole. As I said goodbye to him, I had no idea I
would be experiencing my own integration about death as the day unfolded.
My girlfriend and I walked to a local social spot to spend Sunday afternoon at the beach, chocolate Labrador Retriever in tow. After eating, enjoying more coffee, what I wanted to do was simply sit by the fountain at our beach hangout, with its little swaying palm trees, under the smiling sun. It was a gorgeous day. Yet something told me we needed to get up and go somewhere, so I looked at my girlfriend and said, “Let’s go for a walk.” Within minutes I knew our day was about to change, as we came upon crowds of people lining the streets, focused on something with hands to their foreheads, fingers to their lips—the body language we use when we are wondering or are confused about something. I heard comments like, “He hit the car. They pulled out in front of him,” and, “He was on a motorcycle.”
I looked up to see even more people in the middle of the street, so I picked up my pace; putting the pieces together to come to the conclusion that IT had just happened. As I scanned the scene of the accident I noticed an older four-door
gold Camry with the passenger door crushed in from an impact, a motorcycle lay in the street, and glass was everywhere. Cyclists, walkers, and even people having breakfast at the restaurant had come out to try to help. An elderly man, probably the driver of the car, was being led to a chair, along with his wife. Two other motorcyclists drove up and stopped. I’m pretty sure they were his friends.
There was one woman in particular that I could not take my eyes off of. She had witnessed this accident and was leaning inside the rear window of the car with practically her entire torso in the back seat. I knew she was tending to someone. The girl next to me said, “He went through the window when he hit the car. He’s in the back seat.” She repeated it, like she couldn’t believe it herself, “The motorcyclist is in the back seat.”
When I heard her statements I became silent began to observe as I opened my HeartSight to the entire scene. My friend said, “Are you okay?” I assured her I was and asked if she were okay as well. She agreed and I said, “I want to get even closer and watch.” We moved closer so I could get a better view of the scene both visually and energetically.
Ambulances arrived and the paramedics took the man out of the car. My friend started to cry. I opened my beautifully awakened heart further and knew my light needed to be here. His body was not responding. Energetically he felt lifeless to me. As I watched the paramedic, who was a big man, pumping the man’s chest, it was clear that his body did not respond. It was like he was doing CPR on a lifeless mannequin. At this point I intuitively knew the man had left his body but was still present and witnessing his own death. I could feel him standing there. I felt calm, because I was not attached to an outcome here—not praying for him to live or die. I just held the space for his passing, which is a big deal! People get so caught up in the drama of life they often miss this part they don’t think about the person crossing over. Many of the bystanders were caught up in thoughts like, Don’t die! He can’t die right here on this street! This is bad! But he did die, and it’s okay.
A lady pulled up on her bike and stopped where we were standing, which I thought was interesting. She must have
felt our energy. After talking with my friend for just a minute, she told us that she was a massage therapist who has also done Reiki for 15 years. I was quiet, because I was focused and working with my Hearts-Sight, and I didn’t want to miss a thing. As I watched the scene unfolding I knew they would pronounce him dead soon. I wanted to be witness to his passing from one life to the next, and I felt it was my job to hold a calm space for him. This was not a hospice patient situation. It was an accident scene with lots of people watching who were anything but calm.
As the man’s body was covered up with a yellow plastic sheet I opened my heart up to all the people witnessing this. The energy reflected their shock and dismay. A person had died right in front of a popular breakfast place on a Sunday morning. None of them would have the kind of day they expected. Many would feel sad, think about life and death, or tell each other something like, “Those ninja motorcycles are an accident waiting to happen!” Then they will take death and tuck it away until the next time they face it, and the time after that, until sadly it is their own death they face.
The scene looked really bad to the living. But as I stood there and watched from an angel’s perspective, I sensed many angels there with the dying motorcyclist, waiting to assist him on his journey home. There are many things on this earth that make no sense, but there is no need to try to make sense of it. Instead we can just allow things to be as they are and to accept this is the way life happens. It is happening to all of us, in many different shapes and forms, to teach us. When you can begin to integrate these experiences/lessons that you have here on earth with your own HeartSight what may seem very bad becomes another morsel of wisdom for you on your spiritual path.
I was meant to be there the day that motorcyclist died, along with all those other souls who stood there watching. If I’d had a microphone, and we were allowed to do group therapy at the scene of an accident (great idea), I would have started helping the living, which in turn would have helped the spirit of the dying man trying to leave the earth in a very unexpected death.
As my girlfriend and I started to walk back home I said, “Do you see the gift? You don’t know when it will be. When he got up this morning he had no idea today was his last day on earth. His death taught us to live and love the best we can so we’re ready, no matter what.”
I urge you to always pay attention when you happen to be in a situation like the one I just shared with you. It may be that you are in the right place at the right time. You will know this in your heart, and when you recognize it you can expand the opportunity for you to glean whatever understanding you can from it. When your time comes to leave this earth you will want to have your heart ready. Start now by living life each day as if it were your last. Every moment is a gift, even the ones that may not seem like it.
