Tuesday, March 15, 2022

Journey of an Afterlifetime - Calanius' Life Review

 


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…


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