At Least They're Committed

When Ellen’s granddaughter was grieving back at home in Cali, she moved to comfort herself by looking through a box of her grandma’s books. At the top was Bluebirds by David W. Frasure. It was a quick read and she called and told me it spoke to her soul, as I’m sure Ellen knew it would when she rearranged that box to put it on top. . . . The granddaughter had packed that box, and was sure she’d never seen it before.

I’ve been missing Ellen a lot, too. Her 80th birthday was to be in three weeks. We were supposed to plan something exorbitant, exotic, frivolous and dangerous to celebrate. Maybe we still can, just in a ceremonial way or something.

In the meantime, I found a used copy of Bluebirds on Amazon and read it in just a couple of hours. It was interesting. It could be harsh. But it got me to thinking: If we are truly reincarnated (which I suspect we are) and many of us are bonded to each other across generations, can we choose to keep away from, say, a relative that was abusive to us? I’ve pondered that since my dad’s passing. His mother was cruel and I don’t want him (or my grandpa for that matter) to have to deal with her in the other dimension.

One of the points that Bluebirds made is we must atone for our wrongdoings of this life in the next — in its case a disabled child who had badly disabled someone herself (at that point himself) hundreds of years before. Once she was made aware of her past-life transgression in this past-life regression, she was truly remorseful. Then she could walk.

I’ve mentioned before on here that I’m horrified of the reconning with God I’ll face once my body has died. I have screwed up so many times and I am deeply sorry. No excuses. I was selfish and wrong. I knew better and any justifications I made were just me trying to convince myself.

But Bluebirds made me wonder if earthly remorse might help ease any comeuppance I must endure in the next life. I can’t even think of some of the things I did in the past without wanting to hate myself. (By other people’s standards many would not likely be something that fueled self loathing, but I’m not other people.)

God is forgiving but, of course, never forgetting.

When I read about near death experiences (NDEs), they consistently talk about how their spirit is shown all the times and ways they had hurt others and, yes, the good things they’d done, too. They say the life-review is held in a loving way — just pointing out the error of their ways.

This begs the question: Was this because they didn’t care about doing these wrongs in life? Did they not know they were hurting others and their own eternal spirits? Were they not already remorseful and/or forgiven?

It also makes me curious — well hopeful at least — whether if you have taken accountability for your misdeeds you won’t need to rehash all of the unkindness, thoughtlessness or sins against God and all those on Earth.

And since the souls who have experienced these NDEs can only talk about it because they came back to life, maybe that’s the message? Maybe it’s more like, “Hey, we know we’re sending you back even if you don’t. Take a look at the crap you pulled or are pulling — stop it and do better.”

Has anyone had a NDE and not gone through this trial?

How do you qualify ‘hurting’ someone anyway. Will I be called to task for the pain I caused every man I broke up? Was I wrong to walk away from people in my life who were harmful to me? Should I have tried to assist that man lying on the sidewalk by the street screaming obscenities? Scary. I guess I’ll find out.

Now, I do know about many sordid details of Ellen’s life. She was quite the, um, adventurer and wildly mischievous! Judging (literally) by her outreach to her granddaughter and occasionally to me, she seems to have made it safely into the heavenly dimension, so that’s comforting. She was a kind woman who went the extra distance to support other people.

Hopefully she can support me with some ideas from there (here?) on how to honor her for her would-be-80th birthday. What’ll it be, Ellen? Candles? Flowers? Tin chickens and trips to the shooting range? Let me know, my friend! Let me know!