By Sherri Porter
How could death lead to love? I had just learned my boyfriend’s father died. As I lay in bed exhausted from a busy workday and long commute, I pondered the question, What is death? I wondered. What happened next touched my heart and changed my life.
At the time, I was 24 years old, working full-time, and had an apartment on my own in Redondo Beach. My boyfriend, 26 years old, lived in Huntington Beach with his father. Huntington Beach is about 30 miles from where I lived and worked. I had a very long commute that took about 1.5-2 hours one way. I shortened the commute by staying at my boyfriend’s house frequently. On the day my life changed dramatically I got to my boyfriend’s house around 7 pm. His brother was there because their father had been diagnosed with terminal colon cancer 6 weeks earlier.
When I got to his house, they told me he had passed away in the hospital just a few hours before. My boyfriend and his brother were grieving deeply, and I was in a bit of shock not even knowing someone who died from cancer let alone someone so significant in my boyfriend’s life. He and his father were very close.
Later that night I went to bed in my boyfriend’s bedroom. He and his brother stayed in the living room watching TV as they usually did, and I thought they would probably fall asleep out there. When I got in bed, I lay there thinking of the events that I had just heard about, knowing his father’s death was devastating to my boyfriend and his brother. I was exhausted and my last thought was a question. What is death? I may have thought this two times before I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew I was up on the ceiling directly in front of the bed but turned away from the bed. I sensed immediately that someone was with me. The next thought was I am surrounded by love. This was a love I had never felt before in my life, and I don’t believe that type of love exists in the human realm.
I stayed suspended over the bed for a long time trying to get my bearings, and all the while I could feel someone was still there. I could not see who it was. I only felt this powerful love surrounding me. I don’t think I could see myself either in the bed or near the ceiling. We were in an energy form. I had choices. I knew this energetically as we were communicating without words. The other being seemed to be waiting for me to decide if I wanted to go somewhere else. But I just kept repeating two words. I said, love power, power love, over and over again.
Then I relaxed energetically and traveled out of the bedroom, down the hallway to hover about in the living room. Before this when I was still in the bedroom, I was turned away from seeing myself on the bed. I chose not to see myself because I didn’t think I could make sense of it. I had no fear at all. When I drifted into the living room and saw my boyfriend and his brother I was simply awestruck, and then instantly I was back in my body. I looked at the clock and I think something like 45 minutes had passed.
Now, years later I realize my boyfriend’s dad was the presence I had felt, and he answered my question what is death? It was but a gateway to pure love. That energy of love was surreal and powerful at the same time. I will never forget that experience.
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There is no death, because the living share the function their Creator gave to them. Life’s function cannot be to die. It must be life’s extension, that it be as one forever and forever, without end. [CE T-29.VII.4:8-10]
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