Life Is One Long, Long Sentence

With nary a period . . .

Life is one long, long sentence, and I am not speaking in prison terms, but a sentence that is used in speaking or writing. And to me. the beginning of My Sentence started with The Big Bang, whatever that was, and continues on.

There are no Periods in this Sentence.  Not a one.  There are thousands of commas, semi-colons, dashes, exclamation points,  pauses, and all else, but not a one Period.  No end to this Sentence we experience.

Birth, as when I slipped from an unknown Room into this Room where I dwell as Ethel Ohlin Bradford,  was not the beginning of my Sentence, but prefaced, perhaps by  a Comma, or Dash,  a Semi-colon.  Who knows?

And when what we call Death arrives, it will only be the end of the body I’ve used these long, wonderful years, and that part of me that never dies will just  slip quietly (joyously?) on into the next Room.  There will be no Period, maybe an Colon?  Exclamation Point?  I don’t know, but certainly not a Period.

I know, well, not first hand, but many times my husband told me of when as an 18 year old, he became ill with pneumonia  and died.  This was before the Wonder Drugs has been formulated, and he was deathly ill.  So sick, so tired, and lay a bed in the upper west bedroom of the Bradford home, and for days there had been a Registered Nurse by his side.

Oddly, my older sister, Amber Ohlin Bodine, then worked at Thornton-Anderson Drug Store at the northwest corner of State Street and 4800 South, and where it was easy to hear any doctor’s conversation with the Pharmacist, and she came home one night, and at the dinner table told that the ‘Bradford’ boy would not live through the night. I did not know ‘the  Bradford boy’ or certainly not that he would one day be my husband.  But I remember her words.  Life is odd.

But my husband much later on, told me that ‘suddenly’ there was Light.  A soft. wonderful Light, and with it, all feeling of sickness and weariness were gone. Forgotten.  He was himself  again, with not even a memory of sickness, for suddenly he was joyous, happy, running free, and   overwhelmed with surprise and joy. Joy, he repeated, what Joy!  The Light enclosed and  permeated his every cell.  Said he had never felt such utter happiness than what was his.

But then there was someone, something(?) wrestling with him, trying to pull him away from that Light.  He fought back, but the one he wrestled with was strong, and then he was shocked(?)  and taken further out of the Light, by a sudden sharp bitter taste in his mouth (what mouth(?), and he found the wrestler and the horrible taste, had taken him out of the Light and he was back in a his bedroom, his bed, his sick body, tired, weak, and unhappy.  And the ‘unwelcome’ Nurse was gripping him.

He said, “My first thought was that it had been a struggle between me and another force, and that force had won the match. I was the loser.”

How marvelous that Next Room must be when an 18 year old would fight to remain There  rather than here.  For the rest of his life, he remembered that Next Room, the Room of Light that he had been a part of, and then been ‘pulled’ back from it.

He later found that the nurse had poured a spoonful of whisky(?) or some alcoholic stimulant between his lips and the glorious wonder that had been his only a moment before, was gone.  And he repeated, “She won.”

So, with his story, my own experiences, and having the blessing of Classes with Dr. Arya, I found that for me, there is no end to this Sentence that I am living right now.

I’ve had flashbacks (we all do) of happenings (dreams?) that were ‘me’,  but in another body that were of different nationalities, cultures, and ages.  Sometimes I was male, sometimes Female.  And many different roles, such as  Kind, unkind.  Pure, sinful. Wealthy, poor. Ruler, serf.  Warrior, farmer.  Sailor, store clerk. I’ve ‘clicked’ into many, and they were all Me.  No, not the ‘Ethel’ me, but the Inner Me, we all have.            

Joel Goldsmith, penned a wonderful book entitled “A Parentheses in Eternity” and his words made me more certain that my ‘flashback memories’ were valid, and that this life really is a parentheses in Eternity. 

When we are in bodies, as right now, we are wearing Blinders.  We can not see (except in wonderful moments) what we were ‘before’, or what we will be later on.  And it’s the answer of when we meet some ‘stranger’ and know that we know each other.  The answer to so many unanswerables

And, my idea, not Goldsmith’s, or Arya’s or any other spiritual book or Teacher,  but Einstein, the supreme Physicist of our time, told the same in his writings, using words I had to read and re-read to understand, but according to him, along with my Teachers, that when I have learned enough, become wise enough (who knows what the requirements are?) but  we will experience the reverse of The Big Bang, and become again One with The Source of All.

I write of my experiences, and today of my husband’s, telling of how  our lives are  one long, long sentence, with many punctuations marks, but nary a Period.  Even the event  I wrote of in the last paragraph, will not be the End, but a most  wonderful continuation. 



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