On the night my mother and I went to her doctor there were two things she mentioned on the way there. One was about her dream that a little dark person had told her she'd be better off in the spirit world and two if it was bad news about her chest x-ray she would tell her doctor thanks but no thanks and come straight home. I could not tell her about my dream and what my spirit guide told me," That she was going to suffer" how could I.
As soon as we spoke to the doctor the results were not good, He desperately demanded my mother go to hospital via ambulance as soon as possible. The x-ray showed she had a collapsed left lung and a bout of pneumonia. My mother true to her word said thanks for your help, but I'd rather go home and not make a fuss. The doctor looked at me and pleaded you can't let your mother die, (This is hard for me to write about, But I want to because if you are a smoker, by the time I finish this story I hope you may reconsider). I looked at my mum and said this, Please mum I don't want you to die you have to go, in that moment she'd realized how this was affecting me and agreed to go to hospital.
My mother was admitted to hospital in January 2009 for about six weeks, a 4inch inoperable tumor was discovered in her left lung caused by smoking and she was given only months to live. In March 2009, my mother was back in hospital with a temperature of 39 plus and another bout of pneumonia that lasted for 2 weeks straight, day and night. If you could imagine the discomfort of having a temperature for two weeks, then imagine having to deal with it, with one lung and pneumonia as well. Sitting by her side I'd witnessed courage that I'd never thought was possible. She struggled to breathe through most nights and dragged herself off the bed to go to the toilet as she refused to soil herself where she lay and sometimes through the night she would demand that I go home. She was more concerned about how it was affecting me than her own plight. She took it on the chin and never cried once. My mother eventually got home although she was not expected to make it, she got well enough to get out.
One day in my mother's room on her cupboard a wind up toy guitar which had not been played or wound in years started to play, not only in front of mum but also my brother who was with her. The song was love me tender and the lyric that was played was "for my darling I love you "This was the only time in eight months the cancer gave her a break and I guess my father was letting her know he was with her. Things only got worse from this point as the cancer got more aggressive to a point of torture, mum couldn't lay down on her back, she would start to choke when she did. She basically had to sleep sitting upright. The doctors admired her bravery and some cried at how hard she was fighting. She still didn't cry, her spirit was never compromised through the whole ordeal and even about two weeks before she passed she told me that she saw two ghosts come into her room and hide under her bed. It probably was the medication she was on, but if it was something else [supernatural] trying to break her spirit it failed as well. My mother not only did me proud in her battle with cancer but I'm sure the Lord himself would have thought enough is enough. I'm sorry for going into so much detail but if one person who reads this kicks the habit. Then my mum and dad deaths will not be in vein, Take the power away from this living evil entity" CANCER "don't smoke.
December 14th 2009, on the day I submitted August soulmates, I found myself by strange coincidence through my employment, in my home town suburb of Concord where I grew up, I had so many fond memories growing up here. I went back to where we lived and sat opposite my old house.[reminiscing] I understand what spiritually makes us so drawn to an area and If I find myself earth bound when I die I've got no doubt this is where I'll hang. Later that evening at home my story went on the web. I have to admit I was feeling quite emotional and not sure what to expect from your reply but I know from the bottom of my soul it's something I wanted to share, I am amazed how on a spiritual and universal level we can all connect.
About 4am the next morning I was wide awake lying in bed when suddenly I heard an explosion against the wall. I'd not heard this since mum left, my first thought was they're back then about 2 seconds latter the Christmas tree which was on the other side of the wall fell over. I don't like to jump to conclusions as I know how our mind and emotions can play tricks on us. I've always been very strict when distinguishing paranormal activity. But when I got up to investigate my son who was on the other side of the wall resting in our lounge room, said he felt something "whiz" down past him and crash into the wall just before the Christmas tree fell. This was the first time in 41 years I'd shared a paranormal experience with two different interpretations with the same conclusion. I know mum and dad wouldn't purposely knock over the Christmas tree but I think it was their acknowledgement of August soulmates, of which I'm sure they would have been glad I wrote. By the way, my son who was in the lounge room was born in August?
Later that morning driving my truck, a song came on the radio that I haven't heard in years, it was my mother's favorite song, "I am woman" by Helen Reddy. Part of the lyric" I am woman here my call" another part" I am invincible, I can do anything" just after that song, my mobile rang it was the cemetery informing me my mother's headstone has been completed, strange coincidence?
I wasn't sure about including this dream I had on Christmas night, because I'm not sure it was real. My dreams over the years have been a very powerful source to me and I could write for a year about visions and things that have happened. My spirit guide who has come to me in my dreams over 20 years has pre warned me on many occasions about people close to me. He also told me I would live to 77; let me include that for the record. In this dream my mother told me she was on a high plain and that my dad would be with her soon. She also told me that a lot of spirits are watching me. Not sure if it was real, but I do understand what she meant. Life is a journey that builds character. My mother was put to the ultimate test and suffered, as I was pre warned by my spirit guide. The higher plain she'd referred to was foretold to her in her own dream [she would be better off in the spirit world]
In August 1999 the Holy Ghost came to my mother when she was down and out and lifted her spirit, I know from my own experience how that feels and I know in my heart that mum and dad are better off. The only time she cried in eight months was when I had to take her to palliative care for the last time. One week before she died the truth is, I couldn't cope anymore, and I actually fell asleep behind the wheel of my truck. I was that exhausted, as sick as my mother was she understood how tough it was for us, I think the love of her family made her hang in as long as she did. She held my hand and said you poor boy you've been to hell and back it's not your fault. We both broke down and cried can you believe that.
May their souls entwine in eternal bliss.
AUGUST SOUL MATES