once you go to heaven
Loved Ones…I am a California Licensed Speech-Language Pathologist S.P.3037…

I have tramped up and down the halls more than 30 years in skilled nursing homes, sub acute hospitals, board and care homes, schools and private homes working hands on with individuals with communication and or eating challenges…the same muscles you use to talk you use to eat…

and my job is the heal these life threatening challenges.

Sometimes I am the last person to be with the patient …that is one to one… in conversation…before they die…

I have been bedside many, many times as men and women draw their very last breath…and the warmth of the hand flows away and they become very, very relaxed...and their hand becomes cold.

When I first started in my profession and my friend, my patient died I would be devastated…destroyed…

If I was in a hospital I would struggle to keep it together till I could run out the emergency exit where I would commence to cry and cry…

I would walk around the block crying…till I was able to relatively compose myself and then go back into the facility and try to readdress my professional duties…Loved ones I have cried many many times.

On September 21, 1996 while I was a minister in training with Sylvia Browne…I went to the “other side” and received a blessing…a blessing to communicate with angels….

Loved ones…once you go to heaven…you no longer believe in God…you KNOW there is a God and you KNOW there is a heaven.

As a result when our Divine Parents take one of Their children back home I now no longer burst into tears of despair…but rather feel wonderful…knowing they have learned all their lessons and now are in the loving embrace of Mother and Father God.

If you do not believe this I fully understand…If someone had told me this before September 21, 1996 I would have politely backed away and split.

Here is one true story…

I am the speech pathologist at a large skilled nursing facility in San Mateo California…I walk into the rehab room…look up at the black board and see I have a new evaluation to do…

I see that the patent's room number is across from the nurse’s station and I know from experience that usually they put the most ill patients across from the nurses…

Sandy the rehab director tells me to go do the eval now as the patient might die soon.

I book it down the hall…peak into the room and see an older man…he has the “rattle”…or the sound of someone who is not going to last much longer…on the far side of the bed are two men who are basically holding up an older women between them…all three are somber with tears..

I go behind the nurses station and try to get the patients chart but the Philippine nurses are all clamoring to write orders and get doctors orders so there is no way I can peak at it …even for a moment…

I go back across the hall, grab a chair for the older women…bring it in and introduce myself…I start to ice his lips as he is parched…it is evident he is on his way out…

It is most obvious the wife and the two sons have been at his bedside all night and are exhausted…I suggest they all go across the street and get smoothies and come back…I promise to stay there with him while they are briefly gone…

They leave and I am alone with this tall thin handsome man about 85 years old…he is unconscious and struggling with each remaining breath…

As I ice his lips to comfort him he suddenly opens his eyes and looks at me…I tell him, “ when the light comes down to go up the light”…he closes his eyes…during this time I am holding his right hand…gently stoking the back of his hand…suddenly I get this vision of him in a leather jacket flying a B52 over “the hump” in world war 2….this vision is clear…like a picture…no movement but a 3D image …in color…and I “Know” where he is and what he is doing…

Soon the wife and 2 sons return…instead of smoothies they got milk shakes so the sugar is kicking in and they look much better.

They are on the patients left side and I am on the right side holding his hand…his wife is holding his left hand and is stroking his forehead saying, “Its O.K….It’s O.K.”

Now suddenly I see he is taking possibly his last breath…we are all looking at his face waiting for him to inhale again…this pause in time seems like an eternity…super…super…slow…

It looks like he is not going to inhale again and I am starting to feel awkward because when the family is there and the patient dies usually they all go nuts…crying…fainting…the scene gets kind of ugly…it gets weird …like some kind of emotional time warp…

I am staring at his face and then another vision explodes into my consciousness…I see this black cocker spaniel …the dog is ecstatic…in the vision this happy dog is running down from my upper right above the bed and is coming down and pawing at this deceased mans pant leg….

I look at the wife and ask… “Did he fly the hump in world war 2?”

She looks at me strangely and answers, “yes…he was always most proud of that and that is why his two sons are both pilots…one in the air force and one in the navy”…

I look at her with compassion and say, “I do not know what this means but I just had a vision of a totally crazy, totally happy black cocker spaniel running down to your husband and pawing at his pant leg”..

All three of them burst into tears…she says, “That was his dog that he loved very much”…

That man died right then…his family started praying…I pulled the curtain around them…came out and closed the door…went to the nurse station and said the patient had deceased….and then went back to the rehab room to brew myself a strong cup of Peets coffee.

Later the family came down to my office and thanked me…telling me because of what I had shared they knew he was in “Gods arms”

Loved ones …I cannot put a value on that…I cannot describe the feeling I felt knowing I had helped this man and all his loved ones…learn their lessons with the least amount of pain.

You and all your loved ones are always in my prayers,

Samuel Joseph Bell
www.angelicinfusion.com
- posted by Samuel Bell @ 6:42 PM