The War Zone

I used to go to a near-death experiencer support group. I remember when the Iraq war began, a question was asked whether all the folks dying in Iraq would receive help from the other side. The near-death experiencers said of course they would; their loved ones would be there to greet them. Though it didn't justify killing people; it did take the sting out of it, and I saw the bigger picture that our time here on Earth is but a play and our costumes are our bodies. We play our roles, remove our costumes, and move on--even for those dying in war.

I remember at a meeting hearing an experiencer who was a Vietnam vet, Bill VandenBush, the author of If Morning Never Comes. This link provides an interview with a full account of his riveting experience.

Bill was mortally wounded in the battlefield, died, and went to the other side only to be told he had to go back to fulfill a purpose. When he came back to his broken body, he found a fellow soldier who had been shot. As the soldier laid dying, Bill lovingly held him in his arms and witnessed the man's spirit rise. Before his spirit left, there was a communication between them in which Bill told this young man that where he was going everything would be all right. This eased the young man's anxiety, and he was able to relax and let go. In that battlefield Bill's purpose had begun, helping people through his counsel.

When we look at a bloody battlefield, we only see the physical--the death and destruction, but given what Bill experienced there appears to be far more happening than meets the eye. It is too bad we cannot see the whole of what is going on between spirits among the mangled bodies in the war zone--and take comfort in knowing that in the unseen world all is well.