This may be odd, but bear with me… I think I had a “Glimpse of Eternity” when Mama Tess passed. Read on.






Mama Tess passed November 13, 2015.  I cannot believe it has been that long.

Some of you may remember a post I wrote about the afternoon of her passing… how colors were so vivid, that my senses were very heightened and that I was able to hear my other horses speak to me.  It was all very surreal and I described it as ‘magical’.  Of course, I was heartbroken, but the aura of the barn immediately after she passed, was extraordinary.

You can read that blogpost here.

THIS BOOK.

My mother is going through some health problems.  Big health problems.  So I’ve been reading up about death and dying… thinking about long term care, that sort of thing.

During all of this research, I came upon a book called, GLIMPSES OF ETERNITY.  The cover says, “sharing a loved one’s passage from this life to the next”.

Hmmmmm.  OK.  Not sure I want to go there with my mother, but there I had this book so I may as well see what it has to offer.

Basically, the book is about hospital/bedside/death experiences where the person(s) with the dying people have an other worldly – shared – experience as that person is passing.  What is odd is that it tells stories of an entire family who witnessed a huge light or music or trumpets or… fill in the blank… and nurses and doctors… OTHER PEOPLE share a very unique experience as the person is passing.  An experience that none of them can explain, but the experience is shared.

I’m have heard that hospice workers nod and have a ‘knowing’ about death and the miracles that happen around death – sometimes.

MAMA TESS

One chapter in the book speaks of a shared death experience that was identical to how I would describe that afternoon in the barn after Mama Tess passed.

Identical.

Freaked me out.

So… I stood up, went to my computer and wrote to the author, asking if anyone else has had ANIMAL shared death experiences.  Because I know what went on in that barn in those moments, wasn’t normal.  I saw colors that I had never seen before, the air was wavy, I could smell scents that didn’t grow around there, all the animals were standing and staring right at me –  and I could hear them all – in my heart.

IF YOU HAVE HAD THIS HAPPEN, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

I’m not nuts.

Yes, I was under tremendous emotional, physical and financial stress – but I had been caring for her for 3 years, it didn’t happen out of the blue.  I was doing long-term hospice with my horse.  Nothing was urgently weighting on me and I wasn’t suddenly shocked.  I knew this day was coming.  Yes, I was devastated, but I wasn’t freaking out…

And the ‘events’ in the barn were short-lived.  This special time was limited but real.  I wasn’t hysterical and I didn’t have low blood sugar.   It was real.  Yet, I’ve never heard of anyone else having a very odd experience as an animal was dying or just after.  Maybe no one talks about it…or maybe it is very rare… or maybe I AM nuts.

But, it happened to me.



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2 comments have been posted...

  1. Ritambhara Tyson

    We are all standing in two places in ourselves. You might call it left brain and right brain. Recently I heard it explained differently, we are partical or matter, and we are wave, our emotional , intuitive heart side. It sounds like at that moment with Tess’s passing you moved totally into the wave side of your consciousness and experienced things from your heart, not your mind. You are not crazy, you are sensitive to all of reality. It will all be there for you and your mother. Take heart.???

  2. Casey O'Connor

    I’ve had it many times. And not always with the horse I’d expect it with. Those times were the ‘easiest’ for me to recover from. I think sometimes they bless us as they leave…

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