Loving to the End ... and On: A Guide to the Impossibly Possible - Softcover

Robinson PhD, Lynn B.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1982202823 ISBN 13: 9781982202828

Verlag: BalboaPress, 2018

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Dr. Robinson recognizes and encourages ways for anyone—everyone—to love beyond death in this well-researched, engaging, and compelling mix of personal narrative and forthright reporting on end-of-life care and mis-care. Helpful for both families and medical personnel, it is part instructive manual, part counselor, and part love story. Her book gently guides us through the sadness of departure toward opportunity and love. Never demanding readers believe in an afterlife, Robinson instead offers personal stories of death bed visions, after death communication, near death experiences, and end of life care. • At bedside, a wife—whose dying husband’s spirit departs his body—briefly goes with him. Having previously been unconvinced of an afterlife and somewhat in shock, she declares this single incredible event exceeds any and all of their considerable marital intimacy. • A lucid, intelligent 98-year-old man is tragically confined to a psychiatric ward for evaluation of medicines prescribed by multiple physicians. Sent home weakened and changed, six months later his death is classified as “failure to thrive.” His story offers opportunity, hope, and love. • Eight years after Robinson visits a friend’s death bed, her once skeptic friend visits during a dream and takes her to metaphysical night school where a powerful affirmation of love is delivered. This is a book about traversing the pleasures and pain of end-of-life care, about possibility. Best of all, it is about love’s vital, enduring nature: a clarion call of love’s never-ending power. As a comfort or guide, this is a book that family, friends, and medical practitioners will appreciate over and over again. Lynn teaches us through her direct experiences and observations that life and death are artificial distinctions. People we love die. We die. But we suffer less knowing that death is not the end, and that we remain connected in ways that are visible if we foster love and an open mind. —Gilbert R Ladd IV MD, Board Certified Psychiatrist

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Lynn B. Robinson, PhD, is a professor emerita of marketing and a former business consultant, an author and speaker, a hospice and community service organizations volunteer, and facilitator for a local affiliate group of IANDS. www.lynnbrobinson.com

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Loving to the End ... and On

A Guide to the Impossibly Possible

By Lynn B. Robinson

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2018 Lynn B. Robinson, Ph.D.
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-982202-82-8

Contents

Introduction, ix, 
Chapter 1 The Impossible as Possible, 1, 
Chapter 2 Decisions Best Guided by Love, 11, 
Chapter 3 Resuscitated Life, 17, 
Chapter 4 Communicating Nonphysically, 25, 
Chapter 5 Visions, 34, 
Chapter 6 Participation in Visions, 39, 
Chapter 7 Allowing Life, Death, and Love to Lead, 49, 
Chapter 8 Bits of Laughter, Tears, and Love, 60, 
Chapter 9 Managing to Make Better Decisions to the End ... and On, 67, 
Chapter 10 Listening to Yourself to Listen Better to Others, 77, 
Chapter 11 Considering Impossibly Possible, 84, 
Resources: Books, Movies, Internet, 91, 
Gratitude, 107, 
Endnotes, 109, 
Bibliography, 115, 

CHAPTER 1

The Impossible as Possible

When I started writing this book, I had no idea that during this time, I would experience the ends of the lives of five close friends, two family members, and a beloved Scottish terrier. One friend was Bev. Though she is no longer here in a physical body, she continues to be my friend. And as you will read, her story is remarkable.

Life approaching its end, whether for someone younger when it is surprising or for someone older when death is more expected, can be something like a symphony's final movement. It may cleanse emotions or cause despair. It may lessen the tensions built over a lifetime. It may lift you up. It can be beautiful, but it isn't always. Parts of Bev's ending symphony, and that of her husband's, inform us of wondrous possibilities. Their remarkable end-of-life experiences are explorations into the impossibly possible.

I ask you, in reading Bev's story and additional later stories, to suspend your disbelief. Especially to those of you who want to demand absolute, scientific proof, I ask you to read and withhold judgment. I ask you to suspend disbelief, because loving to the end ... and on can take us to unexpected places.

The first time I heard Bev's voice, she was crying. Bev and I began our lifelong friendship in the nursery of the hospital where we were born two days apart. Always close, she'll help us begin our exploration, introducing ideas and actualities expanded in later chapters. Bev's story includes examples of deathbed visions, multidimensional communications, shared death experiences, and after-death communications, along with other aspects of end-of-life caring. Together, we hope you'll remain open to possibility — to adventure into the end ... and on.

After divorcing her college sweetheart and father of her three children, Bev had met an older man, Reggie, who became the love of her life. Many years of marriage later, Reggie had a series of small strokes over several years that resulted in his lessening ability to be fully present as he slowly became unable to care for himself. A larger stroke in his eighty-fifth year left him increasingly nonresponsive; he was dying, very slowly.

As a retired medical technician, Bev took specifics of care and decline in stride, but she struggled with the emotional stress of losing her love. And she wondered why he could not let go.

On a Sunday morning in October 2012, I felt a strong need to be with her. Sometime previously, I had taken the Hemi-Sync recording series Going Home to Bev so that she could listen to those recordings designed to help the family and so that Reggie could listen to those recordings designed to assist him in dying — in leaving his physical body. Neither had ever embraced my comfort with expanded life possibilities, but Bev figured they had nothing to lose.

I drove to her home and was greeted at the door by her eldest child, who had driven more than 250 miles with her own daughter, both of them nurses, to be there. Reggie's pulse and heartbeat were weakening, his body temperature was dropping, and mottling had begun in his extremities. He was actively dying, but very, very slowly. The slowness was taking its toll. Never had I seen my friend Bev look so sad — never.

I sat at the breakfast room table with Bev, her daughter, and her granddaughter, and I tried to sense Reggie. As someone who, for most of my life, has been connected in various ways to those no longer in physical bodies, I had become a hospice volunteer, and I was accustomed to the emotions of families who have a dying loved one. I hoped to sense the reason Reggie just kept struggling and hanging on. My friend's sad face and body posture were too much; it hurt to see her that way.

Finally, I asked whether she minded if I went to Reggie's room to be with him for a few minutes. She dispassionately mumbled, "Sure, go back there if you want."

A private home-health-care nurse was in the room, about to leave. We discussed some of the physical end signs and sounds that Reggie was presenting. Still, he was hanging on.

Shifting my mental awareness, I greeted Reggie and was answered with his radiant smile — not on his physical face, but through some mysterious, nonphysical communication pathway. So, staying in that pathway, I shared with him our wondering at his physical tenacity. His response: "I have some tidying up to do."

My return query: "What kind of tidying up?"

He simply repeated, "I have some tidying up to do."

This exchange was not spoken; no words were vocally expressed. I physically grinned. He grinned in that nonphysical space where we were communicating. I left the room and returned to where the others were sitting.

"Bev," I said, "Reggie just gave me a big smile and told me that he's still here because he has some tidying up to do." She sat there, still dejected, nodding her head at my disclosure and putting up with her friend's claims and beliefs. But then she jerked her head up and asked, "What did you say he said?"

"I told you he said he has some tidying up to do. I have no clue what that means. Tidying up?"

"Lynn, he used to say that all the time. That was a phrase he used all the time."

But I had never heard him use it.

And with that, she was smiling — her big, warm, usual smile. With the use of that "tidying up" phrase, she decided that I truly had made contact, somehow, some way. Then she wanted to hear again about the smile I had perceived, his seeming to be fine, and a few other details.

The home-health-care nurse had left. Bev's daughter and granddaughter remarked that they were hungry, and they asked whether I could stay with Bev so they could get takeout from a favorite seafood restaurant to bring back.

"Of course," I replied.

After they left, Bev was more animated. We got up from the table and walked into a room closer to Reggie's room. While we were standing there talking, Reggie came in, visible to me in that nonphysical, consciousness space we could access together. He was dressed in a sailor uniform and doing a silly dance, his big grin getting even bigger. I was having a hard time both paying attention to Bev and watching Reggie. Finally, I said, "Bev, I have to ask, did Reggie ever wear some navy uniform and dance around?"

"Why?"

"Because he's doing that right here, right now."

She laughed. He was in the navy as a very young man, which if I knew, I had forgotten. But, for sure, I had not known that every year, for years, to prove he could still fit in it, he would put on his uniform at Christmas and do a silly dance throughout the house....

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: BalboaPress
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1982202823
• ISBN 13: 9781982202828
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 132
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: preigu GmbH & Co. KG; mail@preigu.de; ; Lengericher Landstr. 19; Osnabrück; Niedersachsen; 49078; Deutschland