About two months ago, I started a thread about visions/sensations during meditation on my story The Cat and the Angel (http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=20577). In a nutshell, I was looking for confirmation/reassurance and guidance on some twists that meditation had taken for me. Now and then I would add some small updates. Miracles, Hecate, Tweed, and Rook were of great support for me, and helped me feel more secure about the changes I was experiencing. Normally I would have just slipped this into that thread, however as I thought about it, I thought it might make a decent submission... So here goes:
It's Sunday morning, September 13, 2015 and I'm stretched out on my bed meditating, trying to consciously make the energy in my hands form spheres. They had just reached 'solid' feeling when the floaty feeling over took me. I traveled through the gradients of black to the foggy whiteness that Rook calls the 'veil', and quite soon the fogginess dissipated to reveal the valley I have grown accustomed to seeing. I'm above it looking down, to my left is a white foot bridge, bedecked with garlands. Above the valley (but below me) I see the lone hawk making lazy circles in the sky. For me, it symbolizes my son, for when I had scattered his ashes in the river one had done the same - only witness to my farewell. Below him, the valley stretches, a river winding through it, as trees reach heavenward. So many shades of greens, browns, and blacks. The carpet of grass below dotted with flecks of color I think are wild flowers. It's so beautiful, I ache.
From the corner of my eye, I catch movement on the bridge. It isn't unusual for a parade of people to be passing me. I never really 'see' them in detail, but I know they're there. They never seem to notice me, perhaps I'm invisible to them, I don't know. Just as I'm not sure where the bridge leads - try as I might I can never cross it. Still I look in the direction that they travel, trying to steal a peek of the other side of the bridge, but it's too long and the people filing past block what ever view I might have. This time it's different. A lone woman is standing still on the bridge, turned towards me and STARING right at me! She beckons me to her. I don't recognize her, yet I know I have some connection to her, if that makes sense. She's in a hospital gown, and barefooted.
There's no fear, and I begin to make my way over the bridge to her. Others traveling the same path seem to step right through me - a tingling sensation and I see she is clinging to the rail, as if resisting the urge to keep going with the others. There's still a gap of about 3 feet between us when I become unable to move. She smiles at me and utters my name. Her voice is somewhat familiar, but I can't quite place it. She thanks me for taking care of her boy, and asks that I continue to do so. Then it all abruptly ends, and I'm jarred by the phone ringing.
Caller ID informs me it's a local hospital, and I snatch up the receiver. The voice on the other end asks for my roommate, but he's at church. I ask if I can be of assistance. The news is not good at all, his grandmother has been admitted and isn't expected to last more than a few hours.
In order for this to make sense, I should tell you that my roommate was raised by his grandmother. He often called her 'Mom' and she called him 'son', which could be very confusing to hospital staff as well as others. My roomie, let's call him L, suffers with physical and mental disabilities. Although he is 34, mentally he has just seen 14-18. When she had to go into assisted living, L was made a ward of the state. When he first came to live with me, about 5 years ago, he was in the 10-12 year old spectrum, but extremely socially challenged. So, he does grow mentally, just at a far slower pace then others.
As I spoke to the hospital chaplain, I realized the woman on the bridge was his Grandmother, whom I'd only ever met via phone conversations. She passed at 12:15 PM that afternoon without regaining consciousness.