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No one dies alone.

Not on the battle field. Not on death row. Not in this or any other lifetime.

That’s a pretty bold statement to make but I have experience in these things. I am a Fringe Dweller. A person whose consciousness straddles the fence between waking reality and that which you call death. I was given this title, this word that describes my function on the other side by one of my many spirit guides. They said, “You transport people to death.” and so this is my job description.

I have been to the light dozens of times. Yes, this is the light so often spoken of in near death experiences, however, these were not NDE’s for me as I am a lucid dreamer and an astral traveler, and have been all my life. Many times I am at the scene of a death merely to bear witness. Other times when I am dropped into a scene in progress I have nano seconds to determine how I might be of service and that is why I call it ‘astral triage’. I have been with people before they die, as they die, and as they cross over to assist the traumatized or confused to the light that waits for them.

The light is beautiful. It is that which you came from, that which created you, and that which you are. The light is perfection. The light is love and it does not judge itself. Judgment is a man made concept and does not spring from love. The light embraces all who are ready to ‘shift’ their emotional consciousnesses and come back home. The light does not reject anyone but often is rejected due to an individual’s judgments, usually towards themselves. They think they are unworthy or that they will be punished and therefore they are afraid. Fear, anger, confusion, depression are all feelings out of sync with the frequency of love, and that is why sometimes a person needs help finding their way home. When I am called to the side of someone who needs help transitioning their frequency it is an emotional state that we shift. This in turn allows the person to ‘perceive’ the light that has been there the whole time. Imagine being in the presence of a love that accepts you exactly as you are. There is nothing you need do or be to have this love. You are utterly embraced, cocooned, welcomed home by love.

You might think this one life is all that you have. That has not been my experience. I have intact memories of several of my lifetimes but the most dramatic was that of my first memory. As a toddler, before I could speak, I had the reoccurring dream of how I died in the life before this one. I was a soldier in the Korean war; a boy really. I shouldn’t have been there at all as I had lied about my age and was no more than 17. As my troop and I stumbled through the dense jungle my feet were stumps of searing pain stuffed inside my boots. When we stopped for a breather I took the opportunity to remove my socks and shoes only to look up and find myself surrounded on all sides. The enemy moved in and signaled for us to ‘get moving’ as their prisoners of war. I didn’t speak Korean so I gestured my intention to put my boots back on knowing that where ever we were going I was going to need them. As I started to bend down thinking they had understood me, time seemed to stand still as the bullets ripped through the air in slow motion….several hitting me square in the chest….the last slamming into my forehead as the scene faded to black.

Did you think that a sad ending? It was not for I am still here. Did I mention that you are immortal? That you are not your body? That your consciousness can take flight outside of the restraints of physicality? Point in fact I’ve met several people on the astral plane who are among the living, but they are not aware of our interaction and what goes on when they are sleeping. For the most part……..a great many people are not lucid dreamers and are unaware of the capabilities of consciousness that they possess as an ethereal being. They are unaware that dream time can be a meeting place, is a meeting place between the living and the dead, that ordinary people are Fringe Dwellers.

There is nothing to fear in death. It is as natural as being born. We take on physicality for the role of life and we leave it behind as though slipping off an article of clothing. It is not who we are but rather what we use to have this human experience.

If nothing else I wish to relay that there is nothing to fear but fear itself. I wish to spread a message of hope to those who have suffered with the notion that their loved ones died alone, or who themselves wonder what will become of them when their time is through. Take comfort. There are Fringe Dwellers standing by.

No one dies alone.

Monica Holy is an artist and first time author Fringe Dweller on the Nightshift: True Stories from an Afterlife Paramedic and has a slightly different slant on Dear Abby called ‘Ask the Fringe Dweller’ for those who are metaphysically inclined or simply curious. It is her intention to give hope, educate and leave the world with a little more love than how she found it. Contact Monica through her website: www.thefringedweller.com , where she answers on line questions via her ‘Ask the Fringe Dweller’ page.