Give Truth a Chance - Life After Grief, Vibrational Frequencies of the Soul

I always believed in Heaven.  I am a follower of Jesus the Christ.  I believed in the rapture of the Saints.  I always tried to follow the Golden Rule; Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."  I supported more Pastors and Evangelists than I care to count.  I tithed.  I prayed for others. 

Then one day in June 2006, I faced the horror no parent should face.  I had to release my 22 year old son back to the Universe.  To his Creator, his God, the One who is breath and life.  I felt betrayed.

What loving Creator could ever inflict this kind of pain onto one of its creations?

What had I ever done to experience such darkness, loneliness, hopelessness and fear?

The next 6 years, I would experience what many who have experienced a Kundalini Awakening as The Dark Night of the Soul.

But I didn't have a name for it in 2006.  I had never heard of Kundalini and this wasn't the first tragedy I walked through.  At the age of 8, sitting on the front row of the funeral home in a navy blue sailor's dress, I had been told nothing about loved ones being wrapped in the arms of Jesus, nothing about St. Peter awaiting the souls of the beloved, I was a young 8 year old little girl whose Father had just suffered a massive heart attack and watched in horror as they closed the lid on the casket.

That is what closure meant to me.  Finished.  Capute.  Over.  Gone.  Vanished. 

So, it was of no surprise when my oldest sister at the age of forty-four was brutally stabbed to death, three states away, required autopsy that two weeks later when she was flown home in the belly of a Delta 747, I forced my mother to have an open casket service.  I could not bear the pain of re-living another lid being closed. 

But in June 2012, all that changed.