A boys last wish

The 26-year-old mother stared down at her son who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that.

But she still wanted her son’s dreams to come true. She took her son’s hand and asked, “Bopsy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life?”

“Mommy, I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.” Mom smiled back and said, “Let’s see if we can make your wish come true.”

Later that day she went to her local fire department in Phoenix, Arizona, where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix. She explained her son’s final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.

Fireman Bob said, “Look, we can do better than that. If you’ll have your son ready at seven o’clock Wednesday morning, we’ll make him an honorary fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards! “And if you’ll give us his sizes, we’ll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat — not a toy one — with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots. They’re all manufactured right here in Phoenix, so we can get them fast.”

Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Bopsy, dressed him in his fire uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Bopsy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven.

There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Bopsy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the paramedic’s van, and even the fire chief’s car. He was also videotaped for the local news program.

Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Bopsy that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible.

One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Bopsy had spent as a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Bopsy as he made his transition.

The chief replied, “We can do better than that. We’ll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire? It’s just the fire department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room?”

About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital, extended its ladder up to Bopsy’s third floor open window and five firefighters climbed up the ladder into Bopsy’s room. With his mother’s permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they loved him. With his dying breath, Bopsy looked up at the fire chief and said, “Chief, am I really a fireman now?” “Yes, Bopsy, you are a fireman now,” the chief said. With those words, Bopsy smiled and closed his eyes one last time. He passed away later that evening.


Near-Death Experience Story of Mellen-Thomas Benedict

In 1982, I died from terminal cancer. My condition was non-operable. I chose not to have chemotherapy. I was given six to eight months to live. Before this time, I had become increasingly despondent over the nuclear crisis, the ecology crisis, and so forth. I came to believe that nature had made a mistake – that we were probably a cancerous organism on the planet. And that is what eventually killed me.

Before my near-death experience, I tried all sorts of alternative healing methods. None helped. So I determined that this was between me and God. I had never really considered God. Neither was I into any kind of spirituality. But my approaching death sent me on a quest for more information about spirituality and alternative healing. I read various religions and philosophies. They gave hope that there was something on the other side.

I had no medical insurance, so my life savings went overnight on tests. Unwilling to drag my family into this, I determined to handle this myself. I ended up in hospice care and was blessed with an angel for my hospice caretaker, whom I will call “Anne.” She stayed with me through all that was to follow.

Into the Light

I woke up about 4:30 am and I knew that this was it. I was going to die. I called a few friends and said good-bye. I woke up Anne and made her promise that my dead body would remain undisturbed for six hours, since I had read that all kinds of interesting things happen when you die. I went back to sleep. The next thing I remember, I was fully aware and standing up. Yet my body was lying in the bed. I seemed to be surrounded by darkness, yet I could see every room in the house, and the roof, and even under the house.

A Light shone. I turned toward it, and was aware of its similarity to what others have described in near-death experiences. It was magnificent and tangible, alluring. I wanted to go towards that Light like I might want to go into my ideal mother’s or father’s arms. As I moved towards the Light, I knew that if I went into the Light, I would be dead. So I said/felt, “Please wait. I would like to talk to you before I go.”

The entire experience halted. I discovered that I was in control of the experience. My request was honored. I had conversations with the Light. That’s the best way I can describe it. The Light changed into different figures, like Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, archetypal images and signs. I asked in a kind of telepathy, “What is going on here?”

The information transmitted was that our beliefs shape the kind of feedback we receive. If you are a Buddhist or Catholic or Fundamentalist, you get a feedback loop of your own images. I became aware of a Higher Self matrix, a conduit to the Source. We all have a Higher Self, or an oversoul part of our being, a conduit. All Higher Selves are connected as one being. All humans are connected as one being.

It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It was like all the love you’ve ever wanted, and it was the kind of love that cures, heals, regenerates. I was ready to go at that time. I said “I am ready, take me.” Then the Light turned into the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen: a mandala of human souls on this planet. I saw that we are the most beautiful creations – elegant, exotic … everything.

I just cannot say enough about how it changed my opinion of human beings in an instant. I said/thought/felt, “Oh, God, I didn’t realize.” I was astonished to find that there was no evil in any soul. People may do terrible things out of ignorance and lack, but no soul is evil. “What all people seek – what sustains them – is love,” the Light told me. “What distorts people is a lack of love.”

The revelations went on and on. I asked, “Does this mean that Humankind will be saved?” Like a trumpet blast with a shower of spiraling lights, the Light “spoke,” saying, “You save, redeem and heal yourself. You always have and always will. You were created with the power to do so from before the beginning of the world.” In that instant I realized that we have already been saved.

I thanked the Light of God with all my heart. The best thing I could come up with was: “Oh dear God, dear Universe, dear Great Self, I love my Life.” The Light seemed to breathe me in even more deeply, absorbing me. I entered into another realm more profound than the last, and was aware of an enormous stream of Light, vast and full, deep. I asked what it was. The Light answered, “This is the River of Life. Drink of this manna water to your heart’s content.” I drank deeply, in ecstasy.

The Void of Nothingness

Suddenly I seemed to be rocketing away from the planet on this stream of Life. I saw the earth fly away. The solar system whizzed by and disappeared. I flew through the center of the galaxy, absorbing more knowledge as I went. I learned that this galaxy – and the entire Universe – is bursting with many different varieties of life. I saw many worlds. We are not alone in this Universe. It seemed as if all the creations in the Universe soared past me and vanished in a speck of Light.

Then a second Light appeared. As I passed into the second Light, I could perceive forever, beyond Infinity. I was in the Void, pre-Creation, the beginning of time, the first Word or vibration. I rested in the Eye of Creation and it seemed that I touched the Face of God. It was not a religious feeling. I was simply at One with Absolute Life and Consciousness.

I rode the stream directly into the center of the Light. I felt embraced by the Light as it took me in with its breath again. And the truth was obvious that there is no death; that nothing is born and nothing dies; that we are immortal beings, part of a natural living system that recycles itself endlessly.

It would take me years to assimilate the Void experience. It was less than nothing, yet greater than anything. Creation is God exploring God’s Self through every way imaginable. Through every piece of hair on your head, through every leaf on every tree, through every atom. God is exploring God’s Self. I saw everything as the Self of all. God is here. That’s what it is all about. Everything is made of light; everything is alive.

The Light of Love

I was never told that I had to come back. I just knew that I would. It was only natural, from what I had seen. As I began my return to the life cycle, it never crossed my mind, nor was I told, that I would return to the same body. It did not matter. I had complete trust in the Light and the Life process.

As the stream merged with the great Light, I asked never to forget the revelations and the feelings of what I had learned on the other side. I thought of myself as a human again and I was happy to be that. From what I have seen, I would be happy to be an atom in this universe. An atom. So to be the human part of God … this is the most fantastic blessing. It is a blessing beyond our wildest imagination of what a blessing can be.

For each and every one of us to be the human part of this experience is awesome, and magnificent. Each and every one of us, no matter where we are, screwed up or not, is a blessing to the planet, right where we are. So I went through the reincarnation process expecting to be a baby somewhere.

But I reincarnated back into this body. I was so surprised when I opened my eyes, to be back in this body, back in my room with someone looking over me, crying her eyes out. It was Anne, my hospice caretaker. She had found me dead thirty minutes before. We do not know how long I was dead, only that she found me thirty minutes before. She had honored my wish to have my newly-dead body left alone. She can verify that I really was dead.

It was not a near-death experience. I believe I probably experienced death itself for at least an hour and a half. When I later awakened and saw the light outside, confused, I tried to get up to go to it, but I fell out of the bed. She heard a loud “clunk”, ran in, and found me on the floor. When I recovered, I was surprised and awed about what had happened. I had no memory at first of the experience. I kept slipping out of this world and kept asking, “Am I alive?” This world seemed more like a dream than that one.

Within three days, I was feeling normal again, clearer, yet different than ever before. My memories of the journey came back later. But from my return I could find nothing wrong with any human being I had ever seen. Previous to my death I was judgmental, believing that people were really screwed up. Everyone but me.

About three months later a friend said I should get tested for the cancer. So I got the scans and so forth. I felt healthy. I still remember the doctor at the clinic looking at the “before” and “after” scans. He said, “I can find no sign of cancer now.” “A miracle?” I asked. “No,” he answered. “These things happen … spontaneous remission.” He seemed unimpressed. But I was impressed. I knew it was a miracle.

Lessons Learned

I asked God: “What is the best religion on the planet? Which one is right?” God said with great love: “It doesn’t matter.” What an incredible grace. It does not matter what religion we are. Religions come and they go. They change. Buddhism has not been here forever, Catholicism has not been here forever, and they are all about to become more enlightened. More light is coming into all systems now. Many will resist and fight about it, one religion against the next, believing that only they are right.

When God said, “It doesn’t matter,” I understood that it is for us to care about, because we are the caring beings. The Source does not care if you are Protestant, Buddhist, or Jew. Each is a reflection, a facet of the whole. I wish that all religions would realize it and let each other be. It is not the end of separate religions, but live and let live. Each has a different view, and it all adds up to the big picture.

I went over to the other side with a lot of fears about toxic waste, nuclear missiles, the population explosion, the rain forest. I came back loving every single problem. I love nuclear waste. I love the mushroom cloud; this is the holiest mandala that we have manifested to date, as an archetype. More than any religion or philosophy on Earth, that terrible, wonderful cloud brought us together all of a sudden, to a new level of consciousness.

Knowing that maybe we can blow up the planet fifty times, or 500 times, we finally realize that maybe we are all here together now. For a period, they had to keep setting off more bombs to get it into us. Then we started saying, “we do not need this any more.” Now we are actually in a safer world than we have ever been in, and it is going to get even safer.

So I came back loving toxic waste, because it brought us together. These things are so big. Clearing of the rain forest will slow down, and in fifty years there will be more trees on the planet than in a long time. If you are into ecology, go for it; you are that part of the system that is becoming aware. Go for it with all your might, but do not be depressed or disheartened. Earth is in the process of domesticating itself, and we are cells on that Body. Population increase is getting very close to the optimal range of energy to cause a shift in consciousness. That shift in consciousness will change politics, money, energy, and more. 

The Great Mystery of life has little to do with intelligence. The Universe is not an intellectual process. The intellect is helpful; but our hearts are the wiser part of ourselves. Since my return I have experienced the Light spontaneously. I have learned how to get to that space almost any time in my meditation. You can also do this. You don’t have to die first. You are wired for it already. The body is the most magnificent Light being there is. The body is a universe of incredible Light. We don’t need to commune with God; God is already communing with us in every moment!

Har du nogensinde set på børn på en karrusel?

Har du nogensinde set på børn på en karrusel?

Eller lyttet til regnen, der slår mod jorden?

Nogensinde fulgt en sommerfugls elegante leg?

Eller kigget på solen, mens den gik mod nat?

Tag en stille dans. Ikke så hurtigt. 
Livet er kort.
Musikken varer ikke ved.

Farer du gennem dine dage meget hurtigt?
Når du spørger ”hvordan går den”?
Hører du så svaret?
Når dagen er forbi, ligger du så i din seng med de 
næste hundrede opgaver kørende i hovedet?

Tag en stille dans. Ikke så hurtigt.
Livet er kort.
Musikken varer ikke ved.

Har du nogensinde sagt til dit barn, vi gør det i morgen?
Og nåede du ikke at se, hvor det sårede ham/hende?
Har du nogensinde mistet overblikket, mistet gode venner, 
fordi du ikke havde tid til at ringe og sige ”Hej”?

Tag en stille dans. Ikke så hurtigt.
Livet er kort.
Musikken varer ikke ved.

Når du farer sådan af sted,
mister du halvdelen af 
glæden ved at nå det.
Når du bekymrer og skynder dig hele dagen,
er det som en uåbnet gave.
Bare smidt væk.

Livet er ikke et væddeløb.
Tag den med ro. 
Hør musikken inden sangen er forbi 😉

Den mexicanske fisker

En amerikansk bankmand står ved havnen i en lille mexicansk landsby ved kysten, da en lille fiskerbåd med kun en mand om bord kom ind fra havet.

I båden var der flere store gule tunfisk. Amerikaneren roste fiskeren for kvaliteten af hans fisk og spurgte om, hvor lang tid det tog ham at fange dem.

Mexicaneren svarede: “Jamen, ikke så længe”.

Amerikaneren kiggede skævt til fiskeren: “Hvorfor blev du så ikke længere ude for at fange endnu flere fisk?”

Mexicaneren smilede: “Med disse har jeg rigeligt til, at min familie kan spise.”

Så spurgte Amerikaneren: “Men hvad laver du så med resten af din tid?”

“Nå,” sagde fiskeren, “Jeg sover længe, fisker lidt, leger med mine børn, tager en siesta med min kone, Maria, går en tur ind i byen, hvor jeg hver aften nyder et glas vin og spiller på guitar sammen med mine venner. Jeg har et travlt og fuldt liv.”

“Jamen, prøv at høre min fine ven,” grinede Amerikaneren, “jeg er en Harvard MBA og kan hjælpe dig! Du skulle bruge mere tid på at fiske og så kan du sælge det, du ikke kan spise. Med de ekstra penge du tjener, kan du købe en større båd og med profitten fra den større båd, kan du købe flere og flere både. Istedet for at sælge fisk til en mellemmand, så sælger du direkte til firmaet og til sidst kan du abne dit eget mad firma. Du ville have kontrol over produktet, udviklingen og distributionen! Du bliver dog nødt til at flytte fra denne lille landsby og flytte til Mexico City, og derfra til Los Angeles og så New York til sidst, for at køre din ekspanderende forretning.”

“Wow!” siger fiskeren, “Hvor lang tid mener du, det vil tage for at gøre det?”

“Jamen, ikke mere end 15-20 år,” svarede Amerikaneren.

“Men hvad så bagefter?” spurgte fiskeren.

Amerikaneren lo højt, “Ha! Nu kommer den bedste del. Når tiden er inde, så sælger du aktier i firmaet og du skaber en formue for dig selv – millioner måske!”

Mexicaneren kiggede helt paf på bankmanden, “Millioner? … Og hvad så?”

“Så kan du gå på pension.” svarede Amerikaneren, “Flytte til en lille landsby ved kysten, hvor du kunne sove længe, fiske lidt, lege med dine børn, tag siesta med din kone. Om aftenen kan du gå ud og spille guitar og drikke med dine venner.”

Historien om Michael

Michael var den type, som man elsker at hade.
Han var altid i godt humør og havde altid noget positivt at sige.
Når nogen spurgte ham, hvordan han havde det, svarede han: ‘Hvis jeg havde det bedre, ville jeg ha’ været tvillinger.’
Han var en naturlig inspirator.
Hvis en af de ansatte havde en dårlig dag, var Michael der og fortalte den ansatte, hvordan man kunne se det positive i situationen.
Jeg blev nysgerrig og en dag spurgte jeg ham: ‘Hvordan gør du det?’
Michael svarede: ‘Hver morgen vågner jeg og siger til mig selv: Du har to valgmuligheder i dag. Du kan vælge at være i godt humør eller du kan vælge at være i dårligt humør. Jeg vælger at være i godt humør. Hver gang, der sker noget slemt, kan jeg vælge at være et offer eller jeg kan vælge at lære af det. Jeg vælger at lære. Hver gang nogen kommer til mig og klager, kan jeg vælge at acceptere deres klager eller jeg kan vælge at pege på de positive sider i livet. Jeg vælger de positive sider i livet.’ ‘Det er alt sammen meget godt, men det er jo ikke helt så enkelt’, protesterede jeg. ‘Det er det,’ sagde Michael. ‘Livet handler om valg. Når man skærer alt det overflødige væk, så er enhver situation et valg. Du vælger, hvordan du skal reagere på situationerne. Du vælger, hvordan folk skal påvirke dit humør. Det er dig, som vælger, om du vil være i godt eller dårligt humør. Til syvende og sidst er det dit valg, hvordan du lever dit liv.’
Jeg tænkte over, hvad Michael havde sagt. Et stykke tid efter forlod jeg firmaet for at begynde for mig selv. Vi mistede kontakten, men jeg tænkte ofte på ham, når jeg foretog et valg i forhold til livet – i stedet for bare at reagere på det.
Mange år senere hørte jeg, at Michael var indblandet i en alvorlig ulykke med et fald på 20 meter fra en radiomast.
Efter 18 timers operation og ugevis på intensiv afdeling, blev Michael udskrevet fra sygehuset med skinner langs ryggen.
Jeg mødte Michael omtrent seks uger efter ulykken. Da jeg spurgte ham, hvordan han havde det, svarede han: ‘Hvis jeg havde det bedre, måtte jeg være tvillinger. Vil du se arene?’
Jeg spurgte ham, hvad han tænkte under ulykken. ‘Det første, jeg tænkte på, var, hvordan det skulle gå min endnu ufødte datter, svarede Michael. ‘Og mens jeg lå på båren, huskede jeg, at jeg havde to valg. Jeg kunne vælge at leve eller jeg kunne vælge at dø. Jeg valgte at leve.’
‘Var du ikke bange? Mistede du bevidstheden?’, spurgte jeg.
Michael fortsatte: ‘Ambulancefolkene var fantastiske. De sagde hele tiden, at alt nok skulle gå godt. Men da de rullede mig ind på skadestuen og jeg så lægernes og sygeplejerskernes ansigtsudtryk, blev jeg meget bange. I deres øjne stod skrevet: ‘Han er dødsens!’
Jeg vidste, at jeg måtte gøre noget.’ ‘Hvad gjorde du så?’ spurgte jeg.
‘Der var en stor brovtende sygeplejer, som råbte spørgsmål til mig,’ sagde Michael. ‘Hun spurgte mig, om jeg var allergisk over for noget. ‘Ja’, svarede jeg.
Lægerne og sygeplejerne stoppede op, mens de ventede på mit svar og jeg trak vejret dybt ind og råbte: ‘Tyngdekraften!’
Og mens de lo, sagde jeg til dem: ‘Jeg vælger at leve. Operer mig, som om jeg er levende, ikke død.’
Michael overlevede takket være lægernes dygtighed, men også på grund af sin fantastiske holdning.
Af ham lærte jeg, at jeg hver dag kan vælge at leve helt.
Holdning er – trods alt – alt.
Derfor skal du ikke bekymre dig om morgendagen, for morgendagen vil bekymre sig om sig selv.
Hver dag har nok i sin egen udfordring og egentlig er dagen i dag den samme morgendag, som du var bekymret for i går.