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Behind the Scenes of Mirror of My Soul Sanctum of My Heart: Chapter 27: It Happens

From my hospital bed at Maine Medial Center, March 4, 2001, awaiting brain tumor surgery on March 5.  I have

signed off on everything now, the necessary legal papers—I did not want to be kept alive artificially in the event the surgery was not successful.  And if I die?  Death looked like a dark vast soundless empty echoing chamber of infinite mystery.  The beyond.  At age 44, I hoped that all the years of spiritual practices of meditation experience would guide me through the chamber of death if that was my soul’s fate.

MY FRIEND, HAVE YOU EVER ENTERED INTO A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION?   HOW DID YOU REACT? 

They stabilized me to prepare for the surgery. I had IV’s for seizure and pain control and steroid meds for the intracranial pressure.  There has been a steady stream of family and close friends giving me their blessing throughout the afternoon.  I have a moment alone.  The phone rings. 

 “Jasmina,” said the beloved voice of my longtime soul friend, Karen.  There was sorrow and sympathy in her voice.  We discussed my last wishes and planned my funeral to the last detail in the event of my death.  “Jasmina, may this surgery be the best thing that ever happened to you!” Only a faithful trusting friend would dare to say something so presumptuous.  I didn’t react.  Just silence, which echoed through the vast chamber of mystery. 

 “One last thing, Jasmina.  Do you have any wishes you would like me to fulfill after your death?”  Rising up from a long ago memory deep came my answer.  “Yes.  Write the book of my life story and get it published.  It’s the one thing left undone in my life.” 

 I was relieved to confess that to another human being who I knew would follow through on my request.  In the chamber of mystery my confession echoed through my friend to the invisible spirit guides who I hoped heard every word.  In my heart I whispered, I am unfinished…Let me live to complete my mission

WHAT IS LEFT UNFINISHED IN YOUR LIFE?

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