Inspired by Matt Fraser, America's top Psychic Medium
https://www.youtube.com/c/MattFraserPsychicMedium/videos
https://meetmattfraser.com/blog/the-life-review/
“The
life review shines a light on what really matters in life…
What
you look back on is the love and compassion you shared, the people you helped,
and the difference you made in the world. You also see the unfinished business
and the people you hurt. You become fully aware of the ripple effect your
behavior had on others. Luckily, it’s never too late to make amends.
When
a soul has completed their life review, that’s when they can come through to
the living and make things right.”
–
Matt Fraser, Life Review Blog, November 21 2020
“Imagine being able to
remember every single thing that has happened to you. Imagine being able to
relive your life and see all the things that you’ve missed. That’s what happens
to all of us when we die, we go through a life review. During this life review,
we are able to see every detail of our life. Every footstep we took, every
conversation we had, meaningful or not. With this life review, it’s something
we all have to go through, we’re also able to see how our actions and decisions
impacted the world and other people.”
– Matt Fraser, “The Life
Review That Happens After Death” YouTube video, February 19 2022
Calanius Maverick did
not mean to die so suddenly.
In life, he was a
healthy man in his late 30s, white skin, dark brown short hair, average height.
His eyes often shone with happiness, curiosity, and a desire to gain more out
of life.
His life wasn’t anything
too spectacular. He did plenty of good things, but also some bad things.
Growing up middle class in Los Angeles, he lived with his mother, father, and
younger brother. In his youth, he would often go surfing with his friends on
the weekends, enjoying the rush of the water as he zoomed along the waves.
All his friends called
him “Cal.” In school, he enjoyed writing, math, science, and gym. He was also
on the baseball team in high school. Cal had also met several girlfriends in
college before marrying the kind-hearted Martha. He had two kids, Benny, and
Barbara. Cal had worked in a pizza shop before moving up to being a local
skeptical scientist.
It was one fateful week
that he and his wife had gotten into a bad fight.
“Can you let the matter
drop?” Cal slurred, alcohol on his breath.
“Did you really think I
would not suspect you cheating on me?” Martha barked at him.
“What’s gotten into your
head, hun? I’d never do anything like that!” Black spots danced across his
vision.
“I saw you going to that
Angel City club last night after work,” she said. “It was right after my
late-night shift at the café. You eying that blonde Hollywood-looking lady and
walking inside. Am I not good enough for you?”
“You’re perfect,” he
replied.
“Wrong. No one is
perfect.” She looked at some spare empty bottles tucked away on a kitchen
counter. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Just…a little stress at
work is all,” Cal said with a shrug.
In fact, there had been
a lot of stress. After making several mistakes and accidentally breaking some
vials with pathogens in them, the rooms had to be decontaminated.
“One more slip-up,”
warned his boss, a stern looking dark-haired woman, “and you’ll no longer be an
employee at Sun Science Facility. There’s a pandemic going on, you know!”
“Loose some weight, why
don’t ya?” mocked one of his co-workers to him.
But Cal couldn’t help
but munch on onion rings, nuggets, French Fries, and shortcake almost every
evening. His baseball and surfing days were practically over, with his long
work hours and raising two kids.
Martha gently shooed
away two blonde heads that peered behind the wooden frame around the entrance.
Martha’s voice lowered
to a harsh whisper. “Do you really want to keep arguing in front of our kids?!”
“No,” he said, “But
shouldn’t we at least tell them what’s going on?”
“You know we can’t do
that!” Martha said, raising her voice slightly. “Our fights will leave a bad
influence on their fragile minds.”
“My dad always said,
‘When in doubt, let it out.’ ‘You’ve won when you get things done.’”
“Just because bad things
start to happen does not give you an excuse for drinking! And you’re not
even spending enough time with our kids.”
“I have money to make,”
he said.
“And who takes the kids
to first grade early each morning? Me, that’s who. Who cooks all the dinners?
Me. Who plans all their doctor’s appointments and goes to teacher meetings? Me!”
“Hey, I help them with
their homework in the evening.”
“When you’re not
complaining about your co-workers or how good-looking your muscular friends
are. Or your car.”
“My car is the most
precious thing in the world…erm, but you are better. Much better, of course,”
he stuttered when he saw her glare. He sighed. “We used to travel and surf and
have fun sex together. What happened?”
“Aging and life, that’s
what happened!” Martha chided. “You spend your money on trivial things when we
need to save it for insurance and our children’s education! You know we’ll have
to move somewhere less expensive if you keep this up.”
Cal wrinkled his nose in
disgust. “The downtown apartments? With all the homeless and drug addicts and
even worse people?”
“If we have to! At least
we’d still have a place to live in! Thank God we have a family to begin with.”
“For the nth time,” Cal
began, “There’s no such thing as God. He…or it…doesn’t exist.”
“Of course He does!”
Martha protested. “And Jesus and our ancestors, too! It’s what I learned since
I was a little kid.”
“They’re all just a
bunch of made-up mythical characters from hundreds of years ago. All religions
are just social constructions made to keep everyone in line! And to hide the
reality that death is the end.”
“Is it really? I thought
we agreed not to bring up our differences in faith,” Martha said. “Can science
explain religion?”
“Can religion explain
science?”
“Look, Cal, whether you
believe in Heaven or not…though I personally don’t believe in Hell…can you
please learn to respect other people’s beliefs instead of rambling on about…
she mimicked his low voice. “‘oh God is a fake.’ ‘Heaven’s made up.’ ‘Souls are
as real as unicorns.’”
“But souls and spirits
really don’t exist,” Cal explained. “Science can’t prove it.”
“Yes, it can. Ever heard
of energy work and psychics?”
“Psychics are all
frauds, and everyone should know that!” Cal said. "You know the saying, 'if it's too good to be true, it probably is.'"
“Not all of them are. Near
death experiences…”
“Are nothing more than
DMT illusions created by the dying brain like drugs do,” Cal said. “Without our
brains, we can’t think, feel, or exist. There is nothing before our births. Why
would death be any different?”
“We won’t know until we
die, won’t we?” she said. “But if there is a Hell…I really hope you don’t end up
going to it.”
“The only Hell I’d have
to go through is taking an exam in front of everyone I love. Oh wait…it’s Hell
on Earth right now!”
“You’re unbelievable,
Cal,” she said.
“That’s because there is
no reason to believe in fantasy stuff. Spirits and souls don’t exist!” stated
Cal.
“They do to!”
“No, they don’t!”
“Yes, they do!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
The argument got worse
and worse until suddenly…
“I hate you, bitch!” Cal
bellowed, slapping his wife in the face. She flinched back, stunned, tears in
her eyes.
“You drunken bastard!”
she screeched. “If you don’t fix your issues now, I’m filing for divorce!”
“But the kids…”
“I’ll be keeping both!”
“But they’re my kids,
too! You can’t do that!”
“Try me,” she replied.
“Momma?” Benny asked,
Barbara behind him. “What’s going on?” Benny held Barbara’s trembling hand.
Both kids were blonde, wore matching blue jeans and white shirts with glittery
stickers on them.
“Just a little…disagreement,
dear,” their mother replied. “I’ll be right there to help with your sailboat
project.”
“A very loud
disagreement,” Barbara replied in suspicion.
“Go on,” Martha waved
her hand. The kids ran off to the living room.
“I hope I never see you
again,” Cal grumbled, stomping out of the room toward his car.
Martha let out a
frustrated sigh as he left for work. She pushed aside her long brown hair.
“Don’t stay out too late!” she called after him.
0
0 0
After another dismal day at the lab, Calanius
slumped off to the parking lot. His worst fears had come true when he stared at
the pink slip in his hand. A silver fog enveloped the air, making everything
damp and cold. Light from the streetlights reflected off the gray asphalt
streets. The evening sky was dark gray, and a chill wind made Calanius shiver.
Not too far away in the
distance, Cal saw his friend Robert, whom he hadn’t seen in a couple years. He
wore a black hoodie, black pants, and matching shoes. Cal crept closer to him
and saw he was muttering to himself. He stood on a bridge and stared out into
the water, lost in thought.
“You okay?” Cal asked.
Robert turned around and
forced a smile. He had a black beard and a sad look in his eyes. “Hey, Cal.
Just spending some time on my own for a bit.”
“Do you need a ride
home?”
“Nah,” he said. “I just
miss somebody. I’ll take the train back home soon.”
He stared back out at
the water.
“Okay, just let me know
if you need anything,” Cal said.
Cal walked back to his
red car and shut the door. Even inside, he still felt cold. As he was pulling
out of the parking lot, he saw a falling black shape out of the corner of his
eye. He stopped and looked at the bridge. Where his friend had been was now an
empty spot. He was nowhere to be found.
Cal gasped softly. His
heart sank. “Surely, he didn’t…”
The silence was
deafening. It had happened so fast.
“Arugh!” Cal grumbled,
rubbing his eyes. “My mind playing tricks on me!”
In frustration, Cal
headed back for home. He stared ahead at the white-gray sky and the palm trees
swaying in the wind. How was he going to tell his wife that he had just been
sacked? He brushed his dark blue suit and tie.
“I could tell her a
half-truth…say I have a resume and another job interview planned,” he thought.
“I could buy her another ring or take her out for an apology dinner…no, Benny
needs his eyes checked and Barbara’s school play is next week. The criticism
and work never ends.”
He was half-tempted to
go to his favorite bar, neon lights illuminating the darkened space. But he
figured it’d be best to go home. The road stretched on and on, buildings
whizzing by. Cal became lost in thought when suddenly, two yellow lights zoomed
in front of him.
Cal’s eyes widened when
he saw the white semi-truck closing in on the highway. Too late, he realized
that he had veered to the left side of the road.
Frantically, he turned
the wheel to the right as the semi-truck let out a loud honk. Cal barely had
time to scream when a deafening crash was heard. The front of the truck rammed
into his prized car, the front airbag activating. Metal crushed against Cal’s
insides and the world flipped around him. The car flipped upside down before
skidding in a crumpled heap onto the grass.
Within bent metal, pipes
and smoke, Cal could only feel agonizing pain. Dark red blood poured from his
head, and he felt like his ribs had been broken. Blind in one eye, his legs and
feet twisted at awkward angles. He let out pained screams combined with heavy
wheezing from having trouble breathing.
A few minutes later, he
saw flashing ambulance lights in his blurred vision. His skin started to burn
painfully as sparks and flames appeared from the wrecked engine. He screamed
some more as hands yanked him from what was left of the car seat, dragging him
along the grass and onto a stretcher. Cal coughed and flinched as he heard
concerned voices around him.
“Stay with us, sir,”
they said as they tried giving him oxygen. Every breath hurt like hell.
Cal couldn’t answer any
questions…he could only bawl and yell like a wounded animal.
“What’s your name?”
asked a voice.
“I dunno,” Cal slurred,
his head throbbing.
His world faded in and
out as they lifted the stretcher into the back of the ambulance. The noise and
light made him flinch. The doors closed and the ambulance took off.
The pain soon became too
much, and his body and mind shut down.
The last thing he heard
was frantic voices from the nurses around him.
Then…black.
0
0 0
Calanius didn’t know
where he was. There was only blackness and quiet. For the first time, he felt
truly at peace. Looking down through the darkness, he saw the faint outline of
his broken body in bed. It felt like he was slowing rising upward.
There was no pain, no
agony, no trouble breathing. Cal found himself still…existing…and completely
healed! His new body felt lighter than air and he felt he could explore the
entire universe.
To his amazement, small
glowing lines appeared. They started from his toes and traveled up to his head,
connecting him to the form below. The wavy glowing lines looked like nerves or
thread with lives of their own. But what was interesting was a much larger
thread. Rather, it didn’t look like a thread at all, but appeared to be a
silver cord. It was some silver umbilical cord that looped around in a sideways
figure 8. It connected from the navels and the backs of his heads of his
physical body and his ethereal body. Cal was still himself but…he appeared
ghostlike and seemed to be glowing a mixture of faint blue, white and golden.
Floating up like a
balloon, Cal felt his “legs” slowly swoop up, like someone was holding him
almost upside down. He felt a snap as the first of the many “strings” released
itself from Cal’s ethereal “feet.”
“What the?” he thought.
“What illusion is this?”
Then another snap. And
another. One by one, the strings fell away, starting from his feet and moving
up along his body. With every string that fell away, Cal felt lighter, like he
was being released from heavy chains.
Before long, all the
strings had snapped away, the only one remaining was the silver umbilical cord.
“Calanius,” boomed a
voice from all around him. It sounded like a dozen voices speaking fast all at
once.
Descending through a
white tunnel up above was a figure.
“Is that Jesus?” Cal
asked in wonder. Then fear took over. “Or is it the Devil?”
Turned out, it was
neither. It was what appeared to be an ethereal person with a glowing silver
and blue aura.
“Who are you?” Cal
asked. “And why can’t I see you very well?”
“All will be answered.
But first you must make a choice to go back.”
“Go back?” Cal asked. “To
Earth?”
He stared down at his
body, then back up at the figure. “It’s so peaceful here…what will happen if I
go back?”
“Well,” said the figure,
“Normally when souls experience leaving this world, they are either guided
right away to the other side or they are forced to go back, as it is not their
time yet. Your case is not very common. As to what will happen to you…”
The voice became somber
and suddenly visions flashed through Cal’s mind. Cal wheezing and waking up in
a hospital. His wife and kids holding his hand and by his side. Cal being wheeled
out in a wheelchair back to the car and to home.
Martha shocked to find
out that Cal could barely move or talk. All his personality removed, replaced
by an empty shell. IVs in his arms, with another bag attached for him to
excrete urine. The two kids trying to talk to him, but Cal not remembering
their names.
A flash of a tombstone,
five months later with Cal’s name on it.
Cal reeled back in the
void, the fear and sadness overwhelming. He dove downward.
For a short while, Cal
hovered back over his body. Then he appeared to be walking through the hospital
room, his feet hovering inches above the ground.
“What a…dream?” Cal
asked.
He stood by his wife and
kids.
“Guys!” he called. “I
have no idea what is happening, but I think I’m okay now! Look!”
Martha continued to sob
in her arms.
“Honey, look at me! I’m
right here!”
He caressed her face
with his hand…only to find his hand passing right through her face. Divorce
papers were on a chair nearby.
Cal bawled. “Honey, I’m
sorry! I’m so sorry! I love you so much! Please listen to me!”
“She can’t hear you,
Calanius,” the figure guide mentioned.
“Ben? Barb? Can you see
me?” Cal asked out loud.
But his children could
only stare right through him. He hugged them, moved around, and screamed as
loud as he could. They only stood still, staring at his body lying on the bed. The
nurses and doctors walked around, oblivious to his presence.
“No, no, no, no,” Cal
muttered, panic setting in. “I’m back on Earth. Why can’t you see me? Am I
dead? Am I still alive? What is hap…”
“You’re not alive
anymore, Calanius,” the figure said in his ethereal ear.
Cal found himself being
lifted back up into the darkness. He was facing the figure again.
“Although you’d have a
chance to talk to your wife and make amends if you went back,” said the figure,
“Do you really want to go through more suffering?”
He thought he heard his
wife cry from far below, “Come back!”
“I don’t want to die!”
Cal cried. “None of this is real! None of this is real!”
“Death is only a
transition,” said the figure. “Going back would only prolong the inevitable. It’d
only make things worse. But you still have a chance to survive on Earth if you
fight for it. If you had no chance of survival, you’d already be at the other
side right now. I’m not forcing you to go back, because you wouldn’t be able to
complete your life mission in your physical and mental state. It is your choice
now. Your last chance to return to Earth.”
All was quiet for what
seemed like eternity. Cal closed his eyes, wishing all of it was just a
delusional nightmare.
But then, something so
bizarre and incredible happened that soon, he had no choice but to believe.
Standing beside the
figure were two golden outlines of people. A third orb was smaller and rushed
toward him.
Instantly, and to his
surprise, Cal knew who those people were.
“Mom? Dad?”
“Is he seeing a mom and
a dad?” Barbara asked tearfully by his bedside. Martha just sat and held his
clammy hand, head lowered. The lights in the hospital room flickered for several
seconds.
Barbara gasped. “I think
Dad sees his parents!”
“Wow, I feel something,
too!” Benny added.
“What are you kids
talking about? I don’t see anything,” Martha sniffed.
The third golden light Cal
saw was his brown and white dog he had lost in childhood: Bongo. The last time
Cal saw this dog, he was old and sick. He had to be put down at the vets. But
now, the dog was bouncing like a healthy puppy.
“Bongo?!”
The spectral dog rushed
up to him and licked his face. He surprisingly could feel it. Cal hugged his
dog tightly. “I missed you so much.”
Cal took one last look
at his body. It was sad-looking, like a torn-up wetsuit. Cal cried again,
curling inward like a baby, reaching upwards. Both his parents held him in
comfort, unconditional love surrounding him. Cal looked at the silver-blue
figure who nodded sadly in approval.
Some people say that
dying is like being born…in reverse. When Cal had been born, he had been pushed
out of the womb, crying, and overwhelmed by the cold air and the bright humming
lights. His parents had been overjoyed to hold the baby in their arms.
But now, it was the
opposite. Down below, Martha and her children wailed as a loud droning beep and
a flatline signaled his fate. Cal strangely felt like he was entering back into
a warm dark womb.
“Let go, Calanius,” said
the figure in a soft voice. “You’ll have your chance to make your amends.”
Glowing white cracks
appeared in the silver umbilical cord, racing like lightning on the surface.
Calanius took one last gaping breath…
…before the cord
shattered into fading pieces of light.
0
0 0
Blackness again. No
thoughts except peaceful ones.
“Congratulations,
Calanius. You’re dead and you’re free.”
Cal felt love and warmth
all around him. His form glowed brighter, he grew taller, and he suddenly
gained…
…senses beyond human
capacity.
It was overwhelming,
like the first breath of birth and the blare of sounds and lights
everywhere…but it didn’t feel threatening. Instead, it felt like the beginning
of a vivid paradise-filled dream. He knew everything that was going on. All his
ancestors…and many deceased children were around him, greeting him and pulling
him to the light at the end of the tunnel. Cal could read everyone’s thoughts
and they could read his. There was no judgement…only a strong sense of
connectivity of the human consciousness.
It was the most grand
and blissful family reunion Cal would ever experience.
“Now that you are
passing to the astral world, or heaven, as many know, I might as well introduce
myself,” said the silver figure, leading the way.
Cal was almost to the
light.
“Like you, I am a soul
from God Source,” said the figure.
“God Source?”
“Yes. God is not a He. God
is known by Yahweh, Allah, Amun, Braham and other names in different religions.
They are all one and the same. God Source is, in fact, They. The genderless
cosmic light force that created the universe. Everything is made of atoms and
molecules and energy, as you learned in science. Everything came from Source,
and everything will return to Source. It’s ‘enlightenment’ or ‘unification with
God,’ as those on Earth say.”
“Are you…an angel?” Cal
asked as they rushed upwards to the light. It wasn’t blinding at all.
“No,” said the figure. Beside
the figure, Cal could see the kind faces of his parents in the cosmos. The
figure flashed in silver light, revealing their true form. A man with feminine
features but no sexual organs. Eyes glowing white, hair long and white.
“I am your spirit guide,”
the figure said, solidifying into a white elderly man wearing green robes. A
few eagle feathers hung from his belt. There was no trace of tiredness or
ugliness in him, but a sort of immortal energy and strength. His accent was
sort of Scottish. “Believe it or not, I was mortal once, too. I lived in
Scotland many years ago and before then, I thrived in Greece. My recent name
was King Calanius, like yourself. But my earliest name was…Hieyrophates.”
Cal stared in awe at his
parental-like spiritual teacher.
“You can call me H if
you wish.”
Next to H, a figure
morphed into a darker skinned Egyptian woman wearing a gold outfit. She had
breasts covered by a gem-encrusted crop top, a gold skirt and gold braids in
her long black hair. A Native American man guide stood further back.
“I am Hesqueset,” said
the woman. “A secondary spirit guide of yours. Although you are not Egyptian,
you’ll find that your guides come in all shapes, sizes, and cultures.”
Cal bowed as they
continued upward. “Nice to meet you. Are…were you a princess?
“Only temporarily,” she
said. “My sister was a priestess in Atlantis.”
“Atlantis exists?”
“All dimensions exist at
once,” she said. “It is only the human construct of time that separates them.
Time doesn’t exist here in the afterlife. All souls create their own paradises
in heaven.”
Cal ogled at her curvaceous
form. “Question, Miss. If I’m going to heaven…can spirits enjoy sex over
there?”
Hesqueset pondered,
unfazed by his gaze. “Good question. How about…no. We’re dead, after all.” She
chided him like he was a love-struck high school student. “Though I suppose you
can still feel the pleasure you got from sex…only it is different…and much more
powerful.”
“Like…having sex with
many people at once?”
“Unconditional love is
more pleasurable and powerful than lustful urges,” Hesqueset said. “Not that
there’s anything wrong with them…but those are for humans to experience. You
are not a human anymore…but a god in training.”
“What?! A…a god?!”
“Yes. We Egyptians
believe that the human soul remains but a seed on Earth, constantly learning
and growing…only fully blooming after their life has passed. This is for
everyone, rich or poor. Though back in my time, we only reserved the important
rituals for the pharaohs. All living things become godlike in spirit. Humanity
has, as we put it, a royal destiny.”
“But…No more sex?” Cal
asked. “No more food or hugs or adventures?” Cal then whimpered. “No
more…beer?”
“Ah, manly desires,” H
chuckled. “I experienced the thrill of romance and sex, too. But in heaven,
earthly concerns and negative emotions must be left behind. You won’t need any
food or sex or money there. Plus, you’ll get plenty of hugs, I promise you.”
Cal smiled inside as he
was embraced and guided by his mom and dad.
“So, heaven is just a
dreamland where everyone sings kumbaya and lives in their own happy created
worlds for eternity?”
“Pretty much,” H
shrugged. “No fluffy clouds nor harp-carrying angel babies required. It’s a
realm of pure positive cosmic energy.”
“New Age nonsense
suddenly seems legit.”
“You won’t be skeptical
anymore for long,” said H.
Up ahead, a large
guardian angel appeared and opened a portal. Cal and his family flew through
it. The light faded and Cal thought he saw a large auditorium with red theater
curtains and a movie screen before him. Souls were sitting in red cushioned
seats, flickering between their earthly images and peaceful ethereal glows of
blue, white, and golden. All of them were tranquil healthy reflections of their
best earthly selves.
“Huh?” he asked as he
blinked. He wasn’t rushing anywhere anymore. It felt like he was standing in a
regular movie theater on Earth.
Cal could feel his giant
guardian angel hovering nearby. The angel didn’t have wings but was wearing a
white gown and where their face would be was a swirling mini galaxy near the
endless ceiling. The angel spoke in brief Enochian, a most beautiful sound that
could bring a human to tears. Several souls in the room spoke Spanish.
To his surprise, Cal
found he could understand everyone.
“Telepathy, instant
healing, no language barriers nor illness nor disabilities,” H smiled at him.
“Several benefits of being dead…as it were.”
“Welcome to eternity,
little god,” Hesqueset smiled, ruffling what would have been Cal’s hair. Cal
smiled and blushed, not in a lustful way this time, but rather in the same way
a son gets loved by his mother.
“Let’s get down to
business, Calanius,” said the genderless voice. A red carpet led to a raised
podium, with a spotlight shining on it. Cal was instructed in his head to go
down the carpet and to the podium.
“Before you can fully
reunite with all your friends and family in the afterlife,” said Cal’s guardian
angel, “You must pass a very special test.”
Test?
Nervousness filled his
very soul, bringing him back to the days of failing his school exams.
“Your guides and
ancestors just helped you get past the boundaries of the physical world. The
actual afterlife lies above us,” said H.
“What did you expect,
Cal?” asked one angel. “A pair of golden gates in a cloudy sky?”
“Or an omnipotent God
waiting to cast you down into Hell?” another soul asked, shapeshifting into a
giant old man with a white beard.
“Or a death God who
weighs your heart against the feather of truth?” asked another soul, turning
into Anubis and displaying a scale with a heart and a white feather on it.
“Or being judged and
having your soul tested to break free from the cycle of rebirth?” asked another
soul, turning into a Hindu entity weighing white stones against black stones.
“Don’t forget the
Elysian Fields and Tartarus,” called a fourth soul.
“Oh! Valhalla!” chimed a
fifth, as majestic visons of lands flashed before an overwhelmed Cal. “How good
of a warrior were you?”
“Enough,” thundered H as
the movie theater came into Cal’s view again.
“Not to worry,” said the
guardian angel. “This test is hard, but 90-99% of souls gradually pass it. All
negative emotion and attachments must be left at the door.”
“What about those who
don’t pass?” Cal asked.
“All the bad souls and
trickster spirits and those hanging onto hate, grief, greed etc. haunt
abandoned places by themselves on Earth,” the angel explained. “Many stupid
humans bring them into their lives with Ouija boards and their own negative
energy. Leave them alone and they won’t seek you out. More than likely, humans will
fear each other instead of them.”
“Now don’t freak out,
Calanius,” said H, “but there are a few things you should know before we start.
It’s time you knew your true life purpose.”
H continued. “You were
meant to be a professional surfer and a scientist who helped people recover
from cancer, the same disease that killed your father. You were going to be a
great father who watched your kids grow up to be…a businessman regarding Benny
and a psychologist regarding Barbara. You are descended from a few Irish and
Egyptian nobles. You have hints of Native American and Chinese in your
ancestry. You were a caveman and a Greek scholar and…a serial killer in the
1920s in your previous lives. (Don’t ask about the large time gap because time
is bullshit here.) And I know you and your parents didn’t always get along, but
they loved you very much. They say they are sorry for not doing more for you before
their passing. But here on the other side, they have witnessed you grow up, get
married, graduate, and have kids. Your parents are simultaneously watching over
your living wife and kids, even as they sit here, now.”
“By the way,” added
Hesqueset. “Your soul mate is not your wife, but your first girlfriend, Sydney
you met in high school. When she dies, you and Sydney will be reunited.”
“Excuse me…what?!” Cal
asked, stunned. “You’re telling me this now?! After I’m dead?! How’s that
possible? How do you know all that?”
“Reincarnation isn’t
very common, but it does happen,” said Hesqueset. “We see all events as they happen
and can exist anywhere in multiple places.”
“How can you know so
much about me?” Cal asked. “You even know my name!”
H leaned in closer. Cal
felt like he somehow knew this being from eons past.
H leaned in closer and
spoke almost in a whisper. “Ever since my departure in the late 1890s, I’ve
studied you and your life…long before you were even born.”
Cal got spiritual
goosebumps and stepped back slightly. “Y-you, you’re a stranger! You were
watching me this whole time?!”
Several souls laughed
playfully out loud.
“The reactions on their
faces every time new souls get told the truth! Priceless!”
“I just died! Give me a
****ing break!” Cal called, though he knew they were only teasing him playfully.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me all this on Earth?!”
“We wouldn’t want to
reveal any life spoilers now, would we?” chuckled his guardian angel.
“We had to keep you on track for as long as we could.”
H smiled. “Source helped
me realize that I wanted to help a soul on Earth like myself. Going through
similar issues like you did when I was alive: arguments with your wife, wanting
to be free and learn and help others. Specifically, your drinking troubles and
your love of dogs got me intrigued. So, I spent years in training to be a
spirit guide, learning from my own spirit guides and preparing myself for the
glorious day you were born. We can see the past and the future, you know. Now you
can, too.”
“Jesus Christ,” Cal
muttered.
“He is still in heaven,
though he accepts everyone here, not just Christians. Humans have corrupted
that religion and the view of who God truly is.”
“Anyway,” said H,
“Timelessness flew by and before I knew it, your soul came from Source, guided
by your ancestors and descending down to Earth. Your soul merged with your
fetus form, developed in your pure baby mind and there you were. As a spirit, I
couldn’t interact with most people on Earth, nor tell you how to live your
life. You couldn’t perceive me, after all. So, I stayed in the background,
watching over you as was my job. I watched you grow, learn, thrive, fail, make
mistakes, and learn from them. As I’ve said to every soul I’ve watched…despite
your flaws, I’m very proud of you.”
Cal stood, elated,
unsure of what to say.
“Now I hope that if I
can help you connect with souls on Earth, I can finally move on up to senior
spirit guide,” said H. “Comes with higher dimensional experiences and more time
travel privileges! Plus, I’ll be able to supervise other spirit guides, for
their own benefits of course. No real hierarchy here! God Source is the only
one in charge of all of us.”
H continued. “Now come,
it is time for your final test, your Life Review.”
Appearing on the
mountain-sized screen accompanied by perfect theme music only Cal would imagine,
was a title that flashed in all his favorite colors: “The Life of Calanius
Johnathan Maverick: June 12, 1984-Feburary 22, 2022.”
The souls of his family
members stood up and clapped as Cal was gently pushed ahead. He felt like a
very nervous movie star.
“The Life Review is no
ordinary test,” said H. “It is a movie of your entire life! Starring you!”
“You get to relive every
moment of your life on Earth,” said Hesqueset. “All your family members here
will get to see it. Your secrets and burdens will be revealed and lifted. No
one will judge you.”
“All the good and bad
events, every conversation you’ve ever had,” added his mother in the front row.
“Any pain and feeling you experience will be like you feel in a dream:
illusionary but magnified. After all, the afterlife isn’t the matrix or the
dream: life is.”
“You’ll learn how you
helped and hurt others along the way,” said his dad. “You’ll relive events you
missed. And you will find out the thoughts of other people who were around you.
Loved ones, lovers, friends, co-workers, bosses, enemies, even ordinary passerby.”
Cal stuttered as he
walked up to the podium. His dog appeared before him, wagging his tail.
“And after you pass your
review, you’ll get to live in paradise and guide other souls on Earth!” Bongo
barked in happiness.
“You can talk?!” cried
Cal.
“Of course! No
limitations in the afterlife, remember?”
Cal could also swear he
saw plants and nearby bacteria waving at him and wishing him luck.
“Just a really bad drug
trip,” he thought.
“No drugs. This is very
real,” said H.
“Stop reading my mind!”
“You’ll get used to it.
Every soul does.”
Cal stood on the podium
and it rose up to face the big screen. The spotlight was on him. H turned him
around to face the screen.
The movie began to play.
Flashes of scenes of his life played…in reverse. Transfixed, being pulled into
the screen itself, he felt himself coming back from the car crash, talking to
his wife in reverse, eating and even going to the bathroom in reverse (which
was very strange and gross). The last scene was when he was a baby again, being
pushed back into his mother’s womb by an invisible force, his soul returning to
the cosmos. The music he heard was perfect theme music that captured each event
of his life…that was played backwards, in this case. He had never heard theme
music nor read the thoughts of others when he was alive.
“What…was that?” Cal asked,
blinking many times, finding himself back at the afterlife theater.
“Sorry,” said H. “We had
to rewind your captured timeline and help you see life from…an inverted
perspective before your real test.”
“How long did that
take?”
“Depends,” said his guardian
angel. “Some souls take longer on Life Reviews than others, but there is no
rush in eternity. The brief reverse life you experienced felt like your 30 +
years but only took several months or so in Earth time.”
“Huh?”
“It usually takes a year
in Earth’s time for souls to fully transition to the afterlife.”
“Alright,” said H,
clapping his hands. “Before you begin your Life Review, let’s present our
special introduction orientation video!”
“We were going to use
clips from Disney’s “Soul” or “God Friended Me,” or even speeches from elite
beings,” said Hesqueset.
“But Source/Spirit says
that they have the perfect video that will be used for many generations to
come,” said Cal’s mom.
“And it’s not even by a
spirit,” said his dad.
“When he comes here,
he’ll be an inspiration for all of soulity! That’s the soul version of
humanity,” said H. “It may be harder for him to connect with the grieving
living, but he’ll figure something out. You might get lucky enough to connect
with him on Earth someday. One of the few people on Earth who can communicate
with us.”
“Jesus on Earth?” Cal
asked, still skeptical.
“Even better!” declared
H. “Watch and see.”
A smaller screen
appeared and another angel pressed a play button. The audience of souls clapped
politely. Cal watched as a YouTube video appeared.
Appearing on the screen
was a handsome smiling young man dressed in a light gray jacket. He had white
skin, short brown hair and warn brown eyes. His demeanor radiated immense
positivity and healing. His smile and voice were confident like that of a
showman on TV, because that’s who he was. Behind him were displays of his books
on a table and in cabinets. Three tranquil white candles glowed in a corner.
The title read: “The Life Review That Happens AFTER Death.”
“After death?” asked
Cal.
“Hey everyone, it’s Matt
Fraser, the psychic medium and I am live on YouTube!”
Cal looked taken aback.
“A medium? From Earth?”
“Not just any medium,”
said H. “He’s Matt Fraser, American’s top psychic medium known all over the
world for his ability to connect people with their deceased loved ones.”
“He has his own TV show, Meet The Frasers, and has written books about his experiences,” added Hesqueset.
Matt spoke. “…when
you first transition into heaven, there are loved ones that are there waiting
for us. They’re our friends, our family members, there are pets that have
passed on…”
It felt incredibly weird
for Cal to watch a video about a psychic medium…in the afterlife of all places.
Matt continued, “…we
meet our spirit guide, we meet our guardian angel, we find out about the ways
they were helping us through life and what the purpose of our life was,” Matt
continued. “But something really, really, really important happens when we
die and that’s called…” he smiled and spread out his hands in a flourish…
“The life review. The life review is when we first pass on, we have to go back
and look at every single thing that has happened in our life.”
Cal listened intently,
mesmerized at how strangely accurate this Matt guy was.
“During your life
review, you’re able to see everything in your life in an instant...” said
Matt. “…During this life review, we are able to see every detail of our
life. Every footstep we took, every conversation we had, meaningful or not.
With this life review, it’s something we all have to go through, we’re also
able to see how our actions and decisions impacted the world and other people.”
Cal reached the end of
the video where Matt said to his Earth audience, “If the dead people can
find me, so can you! I love you all, I’ll see you soon and remember that your
loved ones are always with you.”
The angel turned off the
video. Cal was already starting to feel better.
“I’m ready,” he declared.
“Works every time,” H
mentioned to Cal’s dad.
“Alright, Cal. Now that you’re brought up to
speed, let’s get started!”
Cal gulped on the
podium. His deceased family members sent him waves of love, comfort, and
courage into his mind.
Cal floated upwards from
the podium, light shooting from his body in every direction.
“Good luck, Cal!”
everyone shouted with cheers.
Before Cal could react,
he was sucked into the movie screen, his life literally flashing before his
eyes.
His Life Review had
begun…
