I felt compelled to look at her – my eyes drawn to her feet. I can’t tell you how, but something inside of me just knew to watch and it very gently took over and directed my gaze. I noticed something moving under the covers by her feet so I focused my attention there.

I watched a ripple move from her feet up her body, moving slowly but steadily. I say ripple because it felt non-violent. It was an effect and a cause in one fluid steady movement.

I watched as this ripple crested her torso and seemingly disappeared, but in exact timely fashion of the ripple itself, exited the crown of her head as a spiral of wispy cigarette-like smoke. It twisted gently up in a free forming corkscrew manner, intent clearly defining its purpose, and disappeared into the singular cone of light above her head.

I can’t say that I felt surprise. Something inside me knew. The timing of the whole incident, complete with me pushing the cart aside, gently walking over to the end of her bed, and putting one hand on the footboard couldn’t be more exquisitely timed if it had been scripted.

The moment I hit the mark, the movement began.

While it happened, I felt no fear. The moment I realized her death, reality crashed in on me. She died, I saw it. More importantly, I saw her spirit exit quietly and gently with a singular and intent purpose: it knew where it headed. I felt the intelligence, I felt its awareness of me, and I felt its total lack of gender.

Childhood fear chased me out of the room. I went through the hall to find one of the big black sisters I worked with.

She ambled her way down the hall with me in tow. I stayed behind her and used her body as a shield and we entered Ellie’s room. She checked Ellie's pulse, noted the time, and said, "yep, she's dead."

She pulled Ellie’s few belongings from the night stand drawers and placed them on the bed with her. She covered her head.

We closed all the doors along the hallway so that when the mortician came for her, no-one would see. I never told my co-workers this story. I did not think they would believe me. It made such an impression upon me that I promptly forgot the whole experience until I was in my thirty's.

Through the years, I’ve experienced readings from many different psychics and without fail, all shared with me that I too have psychic abilities. I’ve had many other experiences, however, nothing where I saw a spirit straight on like this – out of the corner of my eyes, yes. In reflections of mirrors, window panes and other glass, yes.

The point I am making is this: more than a body, more than a personality, or an ego, you are a divine child of the universe with an eternal spirit. Eternal. E-tern-al.

You come from source, you exist because of source, and someday you return to source.

Critical for your well-being as well as for your endeavors in this journey of creating your reality and learning to become the real you - the divine child of the universe - connecting with your source is a step you must make on your own.

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