In 2003, Constance, a friend, was 51 years old and dying from breast cancer. I had recently flown her to Reno, Nevada, to an alternative cancer treatment facility to see if they could admit her for treatment. She had refused the standard radiation treatment for cancer in California.
In Nevada it was legal to treat cancer by alternative, holistic means. While in Reno, I helped her wash up, dress, bandage herself, and eat. The cancer on her body was massive and horrific, like something I have only seen in a book. But I did not flinch or turn away. I seemed to be on automatic and only helped her. She looked at me and said, "You are too good to me."
Sadly, though, we had to leave Reno, because the treatment facility was filled and could not take her. So we flew back to California.
Constance ended up in the County hospital in Sylmar. When I visited her, she was in the terminal room. The nurses and everyone said she'd been non responsive for days and they were waiting for her to die. They said it so nonchalantly. I went into the room and whispered in her ear, "Constance, Constance, wake up, this is your friend. I love you. Wake up, Constance."
After about a minute, Constance seemed to come back from somewhere far away in her essence and finally opened her eyes a little at a time until she saw me. She slightly shifted from her side, saw me and smiled. She spoke to me briefly, mostly smiling and tearing. I told her I would find a place for her to live away from her neglectful spouse. I stayed about an hour. I fed her food and she ate hungrily. Then I left and rushed back home to Westchester.
I sat on the edge of my bed in the late afternoon writing in a notebook, making phone calls, searching for information to put Constance into a convalescent home in California. I was upset, eyes tearing, my fingers nervously flipping through the phonebook.
All of a sudden the reality I was in suddenly fell away. I seemed to be lifted up. I now saw through a grainy, gray lens. Chloe (cat) was on the chest of drawers and Muffin (cat) was on my bed a couple of feet from me, both laying down. Suddenly they both sat up erect and were alert - but did not exhibit fear. Then they seemed to relax while sitting up.
All of a sudden, a warm thick, molasses like energy poured into the top of my head. It filled up my head, neck, shoulders, and I welcomed it. It poured down the center of my body slowly. As it did, it radiated the feelings of wonder, ultimate joy, and ecstasy like I've never known, to the inside of my head, neck shoulders, arms, hands, and torso.
All of a sudden the word "Peace" sounded three times throughout my essence. The molasses like energy then reached the bottom of my torso and then I saw it roll out and around me. It was a grayish, grainy energy. It rolled away from me like a wave rushing out to the sea in every direction. But as it rolled, I felt that I was still connected to it. It rushed further and further away and disappeared into the wall. I knew the energy had no ending and that I was truly connected to it. My essence screamed and shouted, "This is what heaven feels like! This is heaven."
All of a sudden, just as I had lifted up into the alternate reality, I was lowered down into the now reality. It just felt like a soft slippage. No jolts, bangs, or vibrations. I excitedly noted the time and began to write about what had just happened. What was it? I'd experienced extra sensory perception events before, but not like this.
Then about 45 minutes later, Constance's spouse called me and said that Constance had died 45 minutes ago. He said he came to pick her up to take her home and she turned over and just died.
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