Where Are You? Search for the Truth
‘I believe that we are solely responsible for our choices and we have to accept the consequences of every deed, word
and thought throughout our lifetime.’ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
Suddenly, I realized that my rear view mirror changed from sunshine to blackness. Then, it was as if time stood still and I lost all sense of reality. I felt my heart leave my body as I saw Michael’s blue eyes looking intently at me.
“Kate, how are you?” Michael, my angel, communicated without speaking the words aloud.
“I don’t know,” I replied a similar fashion. Trying to understand my reality, I saw a bright white light in the distance and also observed my motionless body lying on the car seat.
“What happened?” I pondered as Michael pointed to the scene below. I realized my physical body had been in a rear-end collision from the black van behind me which slammed my gray car. I also understood that I saw the dry road, felt the hot sun, smelled the rubber upon the road, tasted blood in my mouth and heard words spoken by my angel, Michael, in a form of a prayer that my life be spared.
As time had no meaning, I was aware of my mother dying. Her soul was coming to see me. I sensed her words, “Kate Louise, it is not your time to die.”
“Yes, Mom, I know that I have not completed my life’s purpose to serve many people and to do my long list of tasks,” I acknowledged. I sensed Mom agreed, and she left to return to unknown place.
Without understanding, the time passed as I watched the arrival of the two police officers and two paramedics to the accident scene. I heard the conversations that took place between the younger paramedic and the older police officer, “She might be alive, but there is no real hope.”
“Michael, why don’t just get my body out the car and try to revive me?” I asked.
“Patience, my dear Kate Louise, patience.”
As I became aware, the driver of the black van ran up to my car door. She grabbed the door handle and attempted to open it. She couldn’t. “Dammit can’t anyone help me. We’re got to save this young woman.”
As in slow motion, the two police officers and the two paramedics came around my car and I heard, “Someone get the metal cutter, so we can cut this door open. Hurry!”
Drawing my attention away from the car, I heard Michael ask, “How are you, Kate Louise?”
I tried to assess myself. When I couldn’t get an answer, I said, “I don’t know…I just don’t know.” I looked at Michael and asked, “Maybe I should ask the question to you – how are you?”
He smiled. I had no understanding of what was happening to me….
Copyright by Anne M. Logan
Grow Power Self Improvement, LLC