Earth Connections

Kent was someone I knew for about 10 years starting at the last 2 years of high school. He was 2 years older than I, yet just as profound as anyone in our little group. My last year of high school was in ’82, and I moved west to Montana in the spring of ’90.
He was tall and broad. Living in the North woods of New Hampshire.
Our friendship was subtle until it wasn’t, then it was rich. Where we went that extra step to be sure the other was okay. He would pull me out of my books, and include me in activities.
As far as the rest of our friends would know, our deep connection was expressed as a secret. Both of us are very heterosexual. Brother to brother, in this life as the last.
I will not forget the time he asked me to go to Boston with him, because he promised to deliver other friends to the airport. And all because he knew I had been there many times before. We got there easily enough, it was our return trip that went sideways. Kent got into a small fender-bender with a priest, of all people. The car became un-useable, and it was on a Sunday. I called mom and got the address of friends in town, then jumped on the subway.
Now Kent had never been outside of his county, and the subway in the BIG city was brand new to this naive, quiet, tender giant. We’re standing there on the subway. He’s got a death-grip on the back of my shirt, and I’m reading the map posted on the wall. He does not let go of me until we’re knocking on Dougie’s door. The next day we take the bus home, and a week later we came back with other friends to fix, and collect his car.

When I moved west, we started to loose touch. 20 some odd years later, I’m on Facebook, and get a notice that Kent is dying of cancer. So I give him a call. It was good to catch up. However, he was pretty angry with God at that point, so I backed away from that topic. I did however, reassure him that when the time came, “this was not his first rodeo… He would know what to do, and where to go”. And “brother to brother, I love you”.

The first time Kent came to me was close to the end of that first week after his passing.
He was SO Happy to find me, and SO excited in this new environment (Heaven) that he found himself in. “You have got to see this”!!! He proclaimed. Looking at the high vibrational colors (for there are colors in Heaven that we cannot see here on Earth), and the high frequency “new-ness” of life in every twig, every pebble.
At one point I said, “This is as far as I can go, I have unfinished business over here, and I must return”. He nodded in agreement. And as I watched him go, he was all-of-a-sudden absorbing everything here-there, and everywhere all at once.

About a few weeks later: he came to me again.
This time I found myself standing just outside of a greenhouse, with the door open, and Kent coming out covered in rich dark soil. Holding a small plant. The roots entangling his fingers of both hands, then wrapping around his arms all the way up to his elbows… In absolute amazement, and need to share with me, the life and communication he was having with this plant. Then looking out across the land at all the other plants with this same communication of creation of life with each other. I kept nodding, and saying “yes, it IS amazing”. While seeing the truth of his experience.
His appearance was becoming less human, and more Spirit; bright, enthusiastic… Not at all like the man I knew on earth. This was Kent in his true authentic God-self.

About 3 or 4 months later: I found myself standing on top of a treeless hill at dusk. Kent traveled across the galaxy at well over light speed to find me, and when he found me standing there he proclaimed “are you coming”??? With this great need for me to follow him. (Kent had chosen a planet for his next life, far on the other side of this galaxy. With a life span of 400 years; a long time to process all that he is.) I said “not just yet, I have work to finish here. We will meet again, and we will recognize this flair; this amazing friendship and connection we share”. And with that off he went.

With blessings…

Notes…
What I’ve been shown as to the death process, and how Heaven presents itself:
* There is no “light at the end of a tunnel”, and instead it’s a black void; a moment to realize the situation has changed, and a reintroduction with one’s spirit guide.
* Then finding oneself in The Reviewing Room. In front of a screen, seeing all the actions that was in alignment with God, and all that was not. As in the neglect of one’s self, and or the neglect of others. Without ego we have a GREAT need to fix this back into the alignment with The Loving God. Hence the action of reincarnation; the opportunity to correct the discord.
* Heaven or Summer-land is an environment that provides the experience of Creation; What’s it like to be a stone in a stream, a animal or to be weather, and or how to be magical change or… And in Kent’s situation, he was not only in amazement of the communication between plants, yet more importantly the communication between plants and people.
* We choose all the chief functions of one’s next life:
Who are the parents, and what is it about them that is needed to heal, and come into better alignment with God’s Grace; mend or complement one’s personality to be.
Key experiences that promote the growth and expansion through lessons.
It’s amazing how much is predesigned… That which is an experience that cannot be avoided.
Moving through the ranks from the never ending story; one dedicated motion into frequency and grace.