Darn Seabee, I was looking forward to your post too. I do hope you consider changing your mind. This forum has been very welcoming and nonjudgmental from what I've experienced.
Kim,
Wow. =( What a terrifying yet in the end, beautiful experience... thank you for sharing...
I think Kim is right Seabee, that you are receptive and perhaps serve as a medium between the infinite Spirit, varrying energies and personalities coming from other planes, the subtler realities not everyone is keen of.
I read something today Kim from Autobiography of a Yogi. Yogananda shares the story of the passing of his Brother, Ananta. Like you he had an intuition his time was near. While he wasn't present as you were- I see you were both graced with a sudden Knowing as well, the realization of Peace from the Father. Sending her hand in hand with Jesus, that was a remarkable gesture.
This may not relate directly to your experience Seabee, but I hope it validates your Intuition towards the matter.
I would like to share the first few bits of the story...
"Ananta cannot live; the sands of his karma for this life have run out."
These inexorable words reached my inner consciousness as I sat one morning in deep meditation. Shortly after I had entered the Swami Order, I paid a visit to my birthplace, Gorakhpur, as the guest of my elder brother Ananta. A sudden illness confined him to his bed; I nursed him lovingly.
The solemn inward pronouncement filled me with grief. I felt that I could not bear to remain longer in Gorakhpur, only to see my brother removed before my helpless gaze. Admist uncomprehending criticism from my relatives, I left India on the first available boat. It cruised along Burma and the China Sea to Japan. I disembarked at Kobe, where I spent only a few days. My heart was too heavy for sight-seeing.
On the return trip to India, the boat touched at Shanghai. There Dr. Misra, the ship's physician, guided me to several curio shops, where I selected various presents for Sri Yukteswar and my family and friends. For Ananta I purchased a large carved bamboo piece. No sooner had the Chinese salesman handed me the bamboo souvenir than I dropped it on the floor, crying out, "I have bought this for my dear dead brother!"
A clear realization had swept over me that his soul was just being freed in the Infite. The souvenir was sharply and symbolically cracked by its fall; amidst sobs, I wrote on the bamboo surface: "For me beloved Ananta, now gone."
Once Yogananda returned it was confirmed by his younger brother Bishhnu that Ananta indeed passed the day he was in Shanghai buying the souvenir for him.
Life is mysterious, beautiful and these gentler realities give insights to God- who is alive in us All.
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