Sense Impressions

When I learned how the man died, I was frustrated at his unnecessary loss of life.

He had been running and had a heart attack, as he made it to the masjid. The men there did not know how to save him, for they did not believe in intervention.

This had happened elsewhere and was conveyed by travelers, but soon a local mid-aged father and husband also died of a heart attack – and was not saved.

I was so upset by this repeat occurrence of non-intervention and I felt that it was a type of irresponsibility to preserving life by not using knowledge humans have been given.

Because I frequently now visited the local masjid, I was invited to attend the man’s funeral. I felt conflicted about this because it was such a personal gathering and I did not know the family.

When I was at work the next morning, day of the event, I was walking outside to the mailroom with my manager who was training me, and I looked up and gazed at the clouds gathering overhead with sun streaming around and illuminating them from within.

Deep thinking, I was suddenly given a vision of the clouds bringing those who had come to transport the man’s soul to Heaven.

I saw a revered woman in charge, orchestrating everyone in preparation. She looked down at me and smiled, nodding her head in approval and inclusive acceptance.

This acknowledgement startled me because we both knew I did not conform to religion’s inclinations. But, what mattered was that I was on a righteous path that only the most honor bound and determined dare quest upon.

Years later with little to show in my hands except those things which truly matter, I ponder at these occasional gifted glimpse-contacts with the spirit world and reexamine what my life’s mission is.

I do “good works” and attend to my own and others’ needs, but it feels like something important to my soul is missing – and that part of me is still on hold, waiting.