THE VOICE THAT IS NOT HEARD; CAN YOU HEAR ME?

THE CONCLUSION

Part III

by

Hossca Harrison

2012

 

Their story made some cry, some angry, and some fearful. This date, we have heard from 33 people who attempted suicide or planned to commit suicide. After reading about these young people, they have chosen to live and heal. Through their death, they are saving lives. It has been almost nine months since I wrote “The Voice That Is Not Heard; Can You Hear Me?” Part One. Tens of thousands of people read both Part One and Part Two. The vast majority of readers, who chose to respond, responded with love and compassion for these young people. Some, a very few, were angry that I would share their story. It did not fit their belief in death. Some stated, “My angels would never allow this to occur. When you die, Jesus and the angels greet you.”

One even stated, “You ruined a perfectly good suicide, now what am I going to do?”

One New Age guru wrote to me and stated, “This is not teaching the New Age. However, one dies, their guides and angels surround them. They instantly become at peace. It would be best if you were not relaying these young people’s messages. It does not make one feel comfortable with the suicide of family and friends.”

For the last 30 years, I have met and talked to dead people. Over the years, I found discrepancies between what I would read in New Age books or hear from different New Age teachers. It began to dawn on me many of these teachers and gurus do not see or talk to these people who have died. It appears they reiterate teaching that has been passed down. I feel they want to sanitize the experience of death. I understand; they carry a desire to make the family or friends left behind feel better about what happened. I can only speak for myself; I would rather know the truth than experience a false “feel good.”

In my last group encounter with these seven young people, Doug made a powerful statement. “After I woke up from my death, I was able to revisit my funeral. I could hear the minister say,” ‘He is now with Jesus. When he died, the angels took hold of his arms and carried him up to Jesus. He is now at peace”‘.

Doug went on to state, “If my extended family knew what happened to me after I died, they would have offered assistance, but why offer assistance if they think I am with Jesus or the angels?” Doug stated, “I could not forget the image of a movie I had watched some time ago. In the movie, this guy was captured and buried alive by a friend. His family came looking for him at this friend’s place out in the desert, only to be standing on top of his grave, where he was struggling to breathe. His friend told the family their son had decided to take a journey out west to find himself. He would be back in a few months. The family accepted this statement from their son’s friend. They stopped looking and walked away while their son died just feet away.”

The “Conclusion” is for these seven to come together again with me. It will be their last time as a group. I will have future experiences with them individually, but they are moving on. Their request was to come together one more time to offer their love, and thanks to those who offered them love and assistance in their healing. It was their request to answer questions from you, those who have been following their healing experience. Not all questions submitted were presented to these young people; there were just too many of them.

This time, I decided to go out into the desert to have our last group get together. I am writing this surrounded by desert and hot sun, but with air conditioning. I started to prepare for a group discussion, but before I could prepare myself, they were all present, smiling, laughing, and playing with each other.

“We are ready, Hossca. Let’s talk about our healing.”

Naveed was the first to talk, and he shared with the group that he and Aban would be moving on to continue their healing. They had connected with their guides and became at peace with the trauma of believing they had betrayed each other. The trauma of being hanged and betrayed by his mother was healed.

After their announcement, Doug, Justin, Giovanna, Adimar, and Peter were anxious to share their healing experience.

The seven and I visited for about an hour, just playing and teasing with each other. We started working on this article to share with you, the reader, what they have learned and experienced from their death.

“OK, guys, here goes. I will ask the question, and whoever wants to answer speak up. More than one can answer if you desire.”

“The first question; ‘I would like to submit a question to all of you. What was it like to die? What was your experience as you transitioned? And thank you all for your willingness to share and to heal. Love and Blessings to you all.'”

“I want to answer this,” Justin called out.

“No, Justin, I must be the one to answer this question,” stated Givanna.

“Why?” Justin asked. “I wanted to answer her.”

“Justin, I know this person. I will answer the question.”

“You always get your way Givanna.”

She replied, “Only when I need to. Now, I will call her Sister J, being that I died in a traumatized state. I took my entire trauma with me. What was it like? I will draw a picture for you. If you can imagine being very, very hungry, and all the food you love is right there in front of you, but a glass wall is between you and the food. That is how I felt. I felt like a tornado came and picked me up and took me to Rome. I have since talked to others, and some also experienced this tornado, but most do not. I’m told the tornado was a collection of beliefs establishing my mind created reality, which happened to be Rome. I know your religious beliefs, Sister J. I attended the same church. They have a sex issue and project the sex issue on its members. It took me some time to look at it and forgive them, but I am still angry that so many other people, dead and alive, are ignorant enough to continue holding onto their pain of sexual denial.”

“Here! Here!” Peter shouted in his ever formal, English voice. “I could not agree more, Givanna. I also went to my funeral using past time. I could hear all the pricks saying wonderful things about me.”

Givanna shouted, “Peter, watch your language. You know Hossca is going to write every word you say.”

“Well, what do you want me to say, Givanna? They are pricks. When I was alive, they looked at me as if I was scum. Then I die, and I am this wonderful person? All I can say is this; if you want to say nice things about people who have died, you better had said it to them when they were alive because if you don’t, you will have some very pissed off dead people. Yes, they are pricks. Deal with it, Givanna.”

“You are right, Peter; I have been learning to call things as they are. Yes, they are pricks. I don’t feel that is a judgment, just a description of their personality. Now back to sister J, what is it like to die? Be complete before you die, and you will feel at peace. You can accept the love of your guides. You can understand where you are and where you want to go. But it is a big but, if you are not complete, don’t take the chance. I remember Hossca’s teacher, the Jonah, who says, ‘There is no escape, only resolvement.’ I did not kill myself, but I did create the suicide environment, the belief of suicide. I carried so much despair walking the streets of Rome. Thankfully, we had each other, and we followed the advice of the voice we now know as Naveed. Next time around, I will state who and what I am, and I shall take no crap from these spiritual holier than thou people.”

“You go get them, Givanna,” shouted Justin. “I like the word prick. Where does that word come from anyway?”

Doug bent over laughing. “It refers to male private parts.”

“I don’t get it,” replied Justin.

“Let’s move on,” I said. “We have more questions.”

“The second question is, ‘I have considered suicide many times; even now I seem to be stagnating a slow death for release from the pain. The pain is my non-acceptance of self. How can I forgive myself and those that have caused me pain? I am elderly and waiting for this life to be over. Your healings touch me.'”

Peter jumped in.

“I want to begin answering this person. I know what you mean.” I considered suicide many times. It was because I thought about it so many times that it was easier for me to do it. If only I could rethink my mind. I keep thinking to myself, what if I had stood up to those people Givanna called “holier than thou”? I would have felt so powerful with my life. I could have actually enjoyed life. One thing I have learned. Simply because someone says it is so does not make it so. It is when I say it is so for me, does it make it so. Unfortunately, I would say it is so just because others told me it was. It is hard to forgive yourself if you look to others to forgive you. This is your life; stop looking for forgiveness from others. You say you are elderly and waiting for this life to be over. Believe me, madam, this life is never over, but each day can be a new beginning. I was taught to be like everyone else, but I was not like everyone else. I was like me, but I forgot to accept me. I was too busy accepting others and what others thought of me. My pain became too great for me to handle, only because I looked to others for acceptance.”

Adimar then jumped in. “I always saw my body as unacceptable because that is what my father taught me to see. I accepted his opinion of me, which did not allow for my opinion of me. Every day became a life of more pain. It is true what Peter said. The more you think about suicide, the easier it becomes. We have met others who committed suicide out of fear and guilt because of who they were or were not. They did not begin to wake up until they could accept themselves and stop accepting what others thought of them.”

Naveed stepped forward, holding Aban’s hand. “One thing I have learned the hard way. The teacher Jonah says, ‘Intent is the building block of the outcome.’ It is not the act of suicide itself that creates so much pain. It is the intent of suicide. If one carries so much pain and anger, suicide increases that pain because you have one less body to carry the pain. The more bodies you have, the more the pain is dispersed. Aban and I did not commit suicide, but our pain was great. It was much more significant for Aban because of what was fed into his mind while in prison. He believed I had turned against him, so in his mind, it was so.”

“Yes,” said Aban, “I had so much fear and anger against Naveed because that is what they wanted me to believe. I was tortured before death and after death. I believed it was so, but it was not. I could not see assistance, I could not feel assistance, but I could hear this voice. It was the voice that began to wake me up. My biggest issue was regret, accepting what others said, and not trusting my love for Naveed. Many teachers say death is wonderful; death brings enlightenment and ends your pain. It is like jumping off a high cliff into the water. If you know what you are getting into, you can swim. It can be exhilarating. If you are not, you become traumatized and drown. Oh, sorry, Peter, I forgot.”

“The third question is for Justin. ‘Justin, you said you were tortured in your private parts. How come after you died, did you still carry the pain? Wasn’t the pain only to your physical body?'”

“Finally, I get to answer a question. Yeah, the pain was in my physical body, but I was also tortured in my emotions and mind for years by my mother. I knew if she had known how different I was, she would hate me. Do you know what it is like being hated by your mother because of how you are born? When you hate yourself, you feel the pain in your body. When you die and hate yourself, you feel the pain as well, as if you still had a physical body.”

Doug spoke up and said, “Suicide is a bitch. I was in so much pain I wanted to kill myself again. After I woke up and began to heal, I discovered I could travel to events in past time. I have not been able to go to a future time. So I saw my funeral and all the hypocrisy of ones saying wonderful things about me. But when I was alive, they treated me like scum. They would tell me I was too tall, had too many pimples, was too skinny, and did not have girlfriends. It was always something wrong with me. Then these bitches get up there and say what a wonderful handsome person I was. I know I still need to work at healing my anger about this. But getting this out is helping me to heal. Thank you, Hossca, for letting me spout off. I feel better now.”

“The fourth question is for Aban and Naveed. ‘You say you were both gay lovers in the physical. Are you still gay? Or does that end when you die?'”

Naveed said, “I do not like the word gay. I am a person, currently without a physical body. Why is it people want to address you based on what you do with your penis or vagina?”

Aban then spoke and said, “We are soul mates; we are lovers, whether we are in the physical form of male, or female, or male/ female. We were born attracted to the same sex. Perhaps next time, we will be born attracted to the opposite sex. It makes no difference, only that we continue to love each other. We will choose our next incarnation in a society where it does not matter if one has a penis or a vagina.”

“Oh, my heart wants to create such a place,” stated Givanna.

“That is a bloody good statement; well put my man!” Peter shouted.

“You have all come together to heal your core pain. You are all on your way,” I told all of them.

“Some of you are going in different directions, not better, not worse, just different. I wanted to use this opportunity to express your gratitude for all the love you have received since I wrote the first part of your story.”

Naveed spoke up and said, “I have a statement I want to say. This comes from all of us as we talked about it together. Please, Hossca, share this statement to those who offered their love to us.”

“Our friends and fellow humans. We have lived the human experience of denial of love, and we still remember well the death experience while walking the streets of Rome and the shadow people who wanted us to live in greater pain. We all made choices we regret, but now we are making choices to heal. We will take our knowledge and return to the physical to teach what we have learned. You are and will forever be united with us in the bonds of love.”

Naveed, Aban, Doug, Justin, Givanna, Adimar, and Peter.