It was no use to fight. Allowing the force to take him, he was pulled into the vortex where time did not exist. Deeper and deeper into the blackness of the void, he descended. To where, he knew not. Weightless, he spun endlessly into the nothingness, and the fear was upon him again. Eternity beckoned to him, and he was powerless to resist as he allowed his body to become one with the force.
Spinning in a seemingly endless journey, he was suddenly staring at a Light so blindingly brilliant that its beauty and power drew him into its core, seducing him with warmth and comfort, offering him peace. Joy of an indescribable nature replaced his fear with a fire that blazed life and love.
Jacob could hear the hum of the universe, a rapturous musical drone filling his ears, surrounding him with wonder. Every cell in his body of Light danced along in harmony with this inscrutable melody. He bobbed in light and boundless peace, hoping this feeling would never end, content to let the force take him to its destination.
Eventually, the pressure on his body relaxed, and his vision became clear. Objects began to materialize, taking on a denser quality, although still translucent in quality and exotic in hue. Slowly, a form began to congeal as his feet found the ground. His eyes looked up to see a radiant woman reaching out to him with hands of pulsating Light.
“I am pleased you have come to me now, for I am part of you. I am your oversoul, the part of your total self that exists eternally. I hold the key to memory and intention, the record of every act of human error committed. I act as a witness, a conscience constantly guiding and urging you to become the glorious Godlike being you were before the Fall. It is I who keeps the flame of the love that was created from the beginning. Jacob, my beloved, let me show the mysteries hidden from your humanity. They contain the answers to the pain and sorrow experienced over many lifetimes.”
Elena hovered over her lifeless shell, observing the executioner’s rage. Strangely detached from her recent agonizing death, she observed the scene before her. Her suffering was nothing but a distant, meaningless memory, relegated to the records of time in a place far away.
“I must be dead,” she thought, “but I feel so alive!”
More surprising was her compassion for this brutal man. She could see him for who and what he was, a lost part of God, torn between love and hate. Free of the burden of living, she felt only sorrow and compassion for his suffering.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by an intense light and the fragrance of flowers. There before her stood the woman she had lost as a child, the mother she loved beyond life. How beautiful she was, younger and more vibrant than ever. In her arms she carried the son who had died at birth, alive and perfect.
Elena’s heart exploded with love. “Thank you, God,” she sighed. Her beautiful infant wasn’t gone; he was waiting for her on the other side. He was safe!