A Beginning

I woke up 15 years ago. I didn't want to wake up, but I didn't have much choice about it.

In started like this.

I was lying in bed in Key West, Florida and about 1500 miles to the north my elderly father was lying in a hospital bed somewhere in New Jersey.

As I started to drift off, I heard a voice in my head saying "I'm afraid." I was startled enough to begin to wake up. I heard the voice again: "I'm afraid." And then I knew. I don't why I knew. I'd never heard voices before. But I knew then that the voice belonged to my father and I knew that he was dead.

And somehow I also knew that he was stuck. Stuck in the limbo of being dead but not being able to leave this all behind.

I don't know why I said "Dad, you have to go to the light." Why did I say that? I knew about people who'd seen the "light" in near death experiences. I'd read some Kubler-Ross. But this came spontaneously -- as though it was born in my thoughts without any prompting from me.

The voice/my father repeated: "I'm afraid."

And I knew he needed some help. So I volunteered.

"Okay Dad. I'll take you. Come...we'll go the light together."

And in my strange vision, I walked my father to the light. And when we stood there, both of us bathed in the brilliant white light, I let go of his hand and he walked in. I stood in the light for a few seconds and then came out -- returned to my bed in Key West, Florida and began to shake.

15 minutes later the phone call came: My father was dead.

Two months later I experienced a spontaneous Kundalini awakening. But what else would you expect if you walk to the light while you're still alive? A burger and fries?