November 2012

A PERSONAL VOYAGE
ESCORTING A SOUL FROM THE PHYSICAL WORLD TO THE ETERNAL ONE

This is a personal account of Valda's experience told in her own words.
It does not reflect on any other soul or tell another's story.

I wish to share with you a great privilege that befell me, that of helping my mother transition to the eternal world – that of the Creator, by escorting her soul at the end of her journey in this world. My whole essence, occupation and beliefs were sanctioned, and expressed the moment in which death was so proximate and I had to escort my mother's soul.

The Journey Begins
My Mother was a healthy and energetic woman until August 2011, when she was diagnosed with a tumor in her left kidney. The tumor was large, malignant and concentrated with no metastases. On August 28, 2011
my Mother was operated to remove the tumor. I flew to the Netherlands (where she resided and I grew up) for the surgery and was at her side throughout the procedure. For me this process was the beginning of a journey that will bring a closure to our life cycles.
The surgery was successful but her body was incapable of recovering from the trauma and she contracted pneumonia.
For 2 months she was in intensive care until a medical committee decided not to put her on life support if and when her heart will fail her.
At the dawn of 11/11/2011 I woke up with absolute conviction that I must again fly to The Netherlands (a physical sensation which I felt from the Solar Plexus outward). My family phoned me in the evening that my mother was weak and will not hold longer. At the same time I spoke with my Mother's soul asking her to wait for me as I felt she was afraid to go.
From this moment on the journey began with the Creator sending me messengers to assist me. Two good friends who helped me both purchase the airline ticket and make all the arrangements so that I could leave my home for as long as necessary.
A friend of the family picked me up that Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam, telling me that my Mother requested to see her sister who lives in Israel. I decided that the following day, Saturday, I would call my aunt, and although I know that flying for her is a mortifying experience, ask her to urgently board the Sunday flight to Amsterdam.
From the airport I went straight to my Mother's bedside waking her by saying" "Mother, you wanted to see me didn't you?" she nodded.
I knew that getting my aunt to come was mandatory, without giving her pause to consider, I said: "Auntie, we have no time to consider whether you are up to making the journey or not, pack a bag and tomorrow you will fly to Amsterdam as Mother expressed her wish to see you before she ends her journey. You must allow her to depart peacefully. My aunt replied immediately without hesitating "OK, very well" surprising me with her assertiveness and determination.
Saturday I sat all day by my Mother's bedside at the hospital talking to her though she was asleep most of the time. I saw her as a lump of meat breathing with endless tubes dangling from all sides while her soul was suspended above. Suddenly I realized that in order for her to leave peacefully she must know that all her children are settled.
While she slept I told her that arrangements are being made for my functionally disabled brother who had been living with her, to move into a home for people with similar needs and that he expressed his hopes to meet someone "like him" and marry.
"Mother, you can release him" I said.
My sister was in debt to the authorities, family and friends. By heavenly design a month earlier she won a lottery and cleared all her debts (my Mother has no knowledge of that).
I said to her "Mother, you no longer have to worry or feel shame as your daughter has cleared all her debts with the authorities and friends".
"And I Mother, I have been blessed and have plenty both at home and at work".

The Dream
I knew the Mother was leaving this world and it was important for me to trust my dream with her.
"Mother, maybe upon your arrival you will be able to open heavenly spheres for me and be a messenger of good will on my behalf, my dream, Mother, is to affect people and teach them the lessons. I wish to exceed the boundaries of my country and spread light, influence changes in people's lives and create miracles for the universe". This dream is a childhood dream – I always wanted to be a teacher, but not a class room teacher but a spiritual one. I also saw myself travelling the skies in planes but being a hostess did not attract me – so I started to travel in spiritual spheres.
This dream was abandoned until 6 months ago when I re-dreamed that dream and I suddenly understood its meaning – the airplanes are there not to take me places where I'm needed to influence humanity.
On Sunday, 13/11/2011 I advised my sister that in order for our Mother to be able to pass from this world my sister needs to release her. "You have to choose between a mother who is suffering and in pain and a mother in a life of eternity".
During the afternoon old friends arrived – a Muslim couple who made Mother so happy she nodded towards them and a spark of life was apparent in her.
Mother stayed awake and I asked her: "Mother, are you afraid of dying?" she nodded "Yes", with her head. "I'm here and I'll help you. Do you agree?" "Yes" she nodded – "Don't worry Mom, they are waiting for you". Just a few hours more hold on your sister is on the plane on her way to see you, as you requested. After some time, regardless of his disabilities my brother said "She is afraid of dying".
At about 4 p.m. I saw my mother's eyes stare up and move from side to side. "Mother, are there people with us?" I asked. She nodded affirmatively to all my questions "Is Daddy here? (he passed away 25 years earlier)? Yes. And your Mother? Yes. And your Father? Yes. Do they want to help you? Yes. Do you want to go with them?" Again my mother nodded "Yes". "Mother, do what is best for you, my sister and I release you" our eyes flooded with tears. My sister also said "Mother, I release you. Do what is best for you".
I reminded her: "Mother do you remember that your sister whom you've asked to see is arriving today?. Can you remain until the evening to see her and then leave?"
My Mother listened but did not reply. My sister left for the airport to bring Mother's sister. Early evening the lung stopped functioning and Mother suffered excruciating pain in her chest. The medical staff said that if they administer morphine she will fall asleep and never awake.
My sister and I decide to let her withstand the pain and wait for her sister to arrive so that they can part peacefully.
I understood that I must help her spiritually to fight the pain and remain. I brought with me the book of Zohar and read in it calling to the righteous for help, massaging my Mother's chest shouting and begging the spirit I repeated the 72 sacred names of G-d. "Mother, she'll be here in an hour and a half, will you hold on?" she nodded "Yes"
I arrived reading the prayer of "Shma Yisrael our Lord our one G-d" and Mother started swaying forcefully on her own – her Jewish soul wanted to pray. I asked her what she wanted. My brother who was in the room answered "She wants to pray". So I asked her: "Do you want to pray?" and she nodded "Yes".
I said the prayer loudly word for word and she repeated it mumbling the same words. She understood she was fighting to see her sister.
After the prayer something in my mother calmed down, she had less convulsions and a momentary comfort.
Her sister arrived at 9:25 pm and was with her a whole hour. This was very moving. We all knew that Mother will not survive the night so I said to her: "I'm here, and I'll be with you through the night". She immediately nodded with a "Yes", that she wanted me to stay. I kissed her and reminded her that I'm with her last journey on Earth.

The End – Round Sparks of Light
At 2:30 a.m. of 14/11/2011 the hospital nurse woke me. She told me that the process by which excess
oxygen in the blood poisons the body has begun and she will depart this life with no physical pain.
I called my sister to join me immediately at the hospital.
I sang songs to my Mother, called on the virtuous sages to open the gates of heaven to welcome her,
 jumped and danced asking her forgiveness and forgiving her everything that was between us, thanking her for giving birth to me and that it is now I who has to help her leave this world on to the next, and lastly repeated that I release her lovingly.
A minute before the end I saw rounded sparks like soap bubbles radiate from her face. I looked at her and she took three slow breaths and two deep ones – at 3:29 a.m. she returned to her Creator.
I blessed her "Mother, go – the angels are escorting you, the Creator is awaiting you, step into the light, we love you".
The following day we arranged for the funeral. My father passed away when I was 14 years old. On his deathbed he said "I have a worthless son who can't even say Kaddish (mourner's prayer) for me".
 I understood that to help my mother's soul to reach heaven and help my brother's soul we must allow
him to say the Kaddish which he did - an experience which fulfilled him.
The day I helped my Mother on her journey to the Father in Heaven – the Creator, was easier than the day
I submitted her body to burial.
This is my personal experience. It has great pain followed by a deep sensation of privilege to escort a close soul such as my mother's.
Today I feel closer than ever to her.
I bless each and every one of you to love while it is still possible.



With Love,
Valda Shasha

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