“You own your own creation – you died!”

After having a terrible argument with my daughter on Sunday, I watched Clint Eastwood’s Hereafter. I took note of how hard it was for these people who had a brush with death, or, could see to the other side, to function. Heather had mocked me, the reason I got on SSI when I was twenty one years old. I had died, and I came back. This experience, where everything I had was lost, left me with a sight that was a curse, for it kept me from being here. I wanted to go back. The world of getting, for getting’s sake, was obscene. I died in 1967. I longed for – nothing! In order stay here, I buried my death, and became a carnal human being, again.

In 1987, as a sceptic, I had a psychic reading where I was told; “You own your won creation – you died!”

What did the young woman psychic mean by me owning my creation. I beheld my parents sitting in the sand, naked. They were playing cards, and drinking alcohol from crystal goblet. I was about three years of age, and asked;

“What are you doing mother and father?”

“We’re playing. Just playing!”

And I was twenty one again, beholding my beautiful mother within my father’s eyes, and then I was seeing my handsome father through my mothers eyes. I felt sexually aroused, and excused myself to leave them to make love.

Oops! I had nowhere to go. I had witnessed my own inception. I died.

I dont know if Bill and Heather have a religious or spiritual belief. What is interesting, is, Heather was born on my mother’s birthday, and Bill, my fathers birthday. Both were vicious and distructive alcoholics – whom I loved just the same. I was a saint before I died, and owned a gold aura when I came back into the world. I was not susposed to have children – thus a grandson! When I came to the resuce of a woman whose two young sons were being abused by this woman’s husband, I gave them santuary. I was told I have two children at the reading. Heather was concieved on Christmas Eve 1983.

It is gettimg time for me to go again, but, I will leave the knowledge of what happened to me, and what I beheld, behind – for whomever!
Yesterday I left a message telling Vicki that when I died, I saw her and Christine adorned in the jewels of heaven which means, they have gone, and are going, to the hereafter. Christine drowned 1994 when a huge wave took her out near Carmel.

When I went to my sister’s funeral, and three of her sisters in AA introduced themselves to me, I asked them if she had found God.

“No!” and they all bowed their heads.

What do they know, in that instance, when everything and everyone is taken from you – and you are rendered an orphan in the world – if there be a Truth greater then any living man or woman, know here on Earth?

What do you know?

The child plays
The toy boat sails across the pond
The work now has just begun.
Oh child
look what you have done!

On assignment in Thailand, French television journalist Marie Lelay (Cécile de France) is shopping for souvenirs for her lover’s children. Back in a hotel room, her lover Didier (Thierry Neuvic) looks over the balcony and witnesses the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake and tsunami coming onshore; it hits as Marie watches from a distance. She runs away from the shore while trying to save a little girl, but they are both quickly swallowed by the wave. Pulled lifeless from the water, she is resuscitated by rescuers, but is left for dead. She gasps back to life after having a near-death experience in which she sees a vision of human figures inhabiting a realm of light, among them the silhouettes of the girl and her mother holding hands. Marie and Didier reunite in the aftermath of the disaster.

The story then turns to San Francisco where former professional psychic George Lonegan (Matt Damon) is persuaded against his wishes to perform a reading for Christos (Richard Kind), a wealthy client of his brother Billy (Jay Mohr). A genuine medium with a gift for communicating with the dead, George abandoned his old career because he was unable to deal with the emotional impact of the reunions and the often disturbingly intimate family secrets revealed. While doing the reading, George hears the word June and asks if a date in June means anything to him. Christos at first denies that it means anything, but privately reveals to Billy that June was the name of his late wife’s nurse, whom he was in love with for 10 years.
Billy pressures George to get back into the business of doing readings; he insists that George has a “gift” and an obligation to help people. George explains that his “gift” is actually a curse, and that the process is extremely painful for him.