Next without a sense of much movement in my being I was shooting up. Like a shooting star. Very fast, like the speed of beyond Light. I just knew God was there somewhere as I couldn’t stay here; I had no purpose here.

My job was done with mother. All karma cleared. I’d succeeded. I’d played my role. All suffering was done and I was going home, wherever home was. I cast my fate to the wind. It was like I thought this person whom I thought I was might be erased from the universe as never having been, except in some Akashic record perhaps.

I still didn’t remember mother at that point and didn’t recall any of my life I’d just lived. I fully trusted the ride I was on and there was no effort on my part to get anywhere. Whatever I was, I was in a current that took care of people, took them to their rightful places, whether that was like a 2nd death, you really had no say in it. You were on a conveyor belt, it was fun for the moment, and all you had was trust in the warmth. I could remember my kid crying, and in her tears, was her love for me. Part of the ride was pure joy too. Like a celebration that I was going home and would never suffer again, and maybe I would stay there, or maybe “I” would cease to be.

God was up there somewhere and there was no place else to go.

The love part was very important. I knew this too. Yet I knew little else. I was in my experience of self.

I reached something like rapture or ecstasy state and blinked out once more. Then I was among a group of people of like-minded people, others who did retrievals like me, or who were in some facet of the healing arts. I realized I’d received my new assignment and that God had not annhiliated me after all. The feeling was then one of jubilence and I felt I was up to the task at hand, wherever that would take me.

I was welcomed and “recognized” by the group as if they’d known me forever and I’d been gone a number of earth years and they’d expected my return all this time. This surprised me somewhat but was certainly a welcome feeling after having been like a ghost that didn’t even know it was a ghost.

When I woke in the morning after this death experience, I just lie there for a minute trying to get my bearings as to where I was. Wasn’t I just in my new life? What was this motel? Then I remembered, oh, I was driving mother home. I’d gone to sleep and died. Now I was alive, I had a new life, a 2nd chance!

Then I had been sent back to Earth! A new assignment. A new person free of karma. A free spirit, so to speak.

Suddenly looking at the sun was wonderful. Walking was wonderful. It was just so great to be alive. It still is. Although I do forget some of these mystical journeys, they remain a part of who and what I am.

In all your getting, get love. This is the truth that will set you free.