Melissa did not need to hear the loud clanging as a medical tray dropped that morning. For months now, she had been feeling miserable. Pain on my right side almost constantly. She could hear her husband saying, “Why aren’t you going to the doctor?”, trying so hard not to be judgemental.
It was a foggy, very cold evening. she was walking in this woodland area and feeling a great anticipation. She didn’t know where she was, but knew that this fear was doable and had the desire to proceed. With the steps of a Jaguar stalking, she neared a clearing where the mist lifted miraculously. It cleared in a perfect circle where Melissa could look up and see the moon in its full opulent glory.
“Enter the chamber, dear one”, whispered someone as yet unseen.
“Come! we wish to speak with thee. We will not hurt you.” summoned the voice that she decided called Hush.
Nerves stretched tight, she had stopped the moment the voice had reached her ears. Hesitating to move but listening with the ears of a bat. That’s when she could hear a strange set of footsteps approaching her. Actually, there was more than one set. Her already tense body readied for flight. Then there was a movement in the fog surrounding her circle of moonlight sparkles.
Some voices spoke in unison, singing, “We are the ancestors and we’ve come to counsel you.”
All around her, beings of light gathered with feelings of deep love. Love without expectations or judgement. Energy coursed through her and a peace that she had never known pervaded her being. She no longer felt any fear. “What is it you wish to say to me?”. For the next hour, they told her many things about who she really was, some of what lay ahead and that like all people she had certain things to accomplish for the sake of all people that she knew and loved. They told her that she would be facing a major health crisis but that she would survive for awhile.
“What is it you wish to say to me?”, her heart cried without the accompaniment of her voice.
For the next hour, they told her many things about who she really was and some of what lay ahead for her life. Related to her that like all people she had certain things to accomplish for the sake of the people that she knew and loved. They told her that she would be facing a major health crisis but that she would survive for some years after that was solved.
“Fear not death.” was their shared wisdom. “It’s not your time but when it is, remember these moments of love and acceptance and know that God has given you a taste of the next world”, said with love fairly dripping from each word.
In this doctor’s office exam room, she still felt some doubts about her capacity to withstand the pain that might be ahead but she knew that her life was not over yet and that she was truly loved. When her time did come, it would be a journey to a place of infinite bestowals and absolute peace. Pancreatic cancer couldn’t keep her down. She was infinite.
© Carol Campbell
At Tale Weaver #51, the prompt is “Footsteps”! You will enjoy reading this week’s contributors.
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