Rebekah and the Angel of Death

by Kate Everson

about her grandmother that looked familiar. Rebekah went and sat down beside her. The woman looked over and smiled. It was her old friend!

  “Hello Cynthia,” Rebekah said.

  “How do you know me?” gasped the woman.

  “Oh, we have mutual friends,” was all Rebekah would say. And she asked Cynthia if they could go to tea and just talk.

  Rebekah soon found out all about what had gone on in her old friend’s life, her marriage, divorce, children, grandchildren. And now she had cancer.

  “Oh no,” sighed Rebekah. “That’s sad.”

  Cynthia tried to be brave but it was all too much for her. And suddenly Rebekah realized why she had been brought back. It was to help her friend through dying.

  “Come with me,” Rebekah said. “I have something to show you.”

  So Cynthia dropped off her grandchild with the little girl’s mother and went with Rebekah to the lake. There was sunlight on the water and Rebekah took Cynthia’s hand and showed her how beautiful it was.

  “This,” she said, “is nothing like the beauty of where you will go after death. It is amazing, Cynthia. There is nothing to fear. It is all peace.”

  But Cynthia sighed and said she would miss her family.

  Rebekah smiled. “No, you won’t,” she whispered. “You won’t miss a thing.”

  And she led her to a beautiful garden where there were wild flowers and roses blooming, and little bees buzzing and lovely butterflies.

  “This is perfect,” said Cynthia.

  But Rebekah smiled and said, “No Cynthia. This is nothing compared to the beauty you will find after death. There is a place that is beyond your imagination. It is so full of Light that you will not be able to think of anything else. The Light will fill you up so completely that you will be gloriously content.

  And Cynthia sighed. “I would be happy in such a place,” she admitted. “Sometimes life isn’t so wonderful. This place sounds like it would always be.”

  Rebekah smiled and smiled. She hugged her old friend tightly and reassured her that heaven was everything she could ever want. It was perfect.

  “Thank you,” Cynthia smiled. “You have brought me peace in my heart.”

  And it wasn’t long afterwards that Cynthia passed away. The Angel of Death stood beside her and when Cynthia was ready to leave her body, the angel showed her the way into the Light.

  And it was all perfect just as Rebekah had said.

  Rebekah went back with Cynthia to show her just how free they could be, now together in the same place people called heaven.

  But this wasn’t the end.

  In fact, death was just a transition. After a few years of rest, the souls would be reincarnated into new bodies back on earth. Somewhere in the Himalayas, a little baby girl was born to a young couple. And far away, in New York City, a child was born. Rebekah was back!

  She did not remember anything of her previous life. In fact, Rebekah had a whole new body, a very different life and her name was now Amanda. For the next 15 years, Amanda would grow up in a Jewish neighbourhood in the heart of the big city, going to school and doing everything like a normal girl. She had no idea that she had lived before. But one day, while she was walking through the park, a squirrel jumped out right in front of her.

  “Rebekah?” it squeaked.

  Amanda looked around. Was she hearing things? Was this squirrel talking to her?

  She felt like she must be losing her mind. She started walking faster, trying to get away from the talking squirrel. But it followed her, jumping up on posts, wiggling under fences and finally stopping dead in its tracks right in front of her.

  “Amanda?” it asked.

  Amanda said, “OK, talking squirrel. It’s me, Amanda. Can I help you?”

  The squirrel looked quite pleased with itself. It scratched its cheeks and fluffed up its tail.

  “Amanda,” it said, quite importantly, raising itself up on its haunches to its full height. “I have a message for you.”

  “Really?” Amanda said. “Really?”

  She didn’t know what to think. If this was a hallucination, she had better listen anyway. Who knows what a squirrel might have to say to her?

  “Amanda, Amanda, I love your new name,” the squirrel started. But then a dog came and he ran up a tree. He peered down at her, his tail flicking back and forth, a bit nervous now. But when the dog finally left, he composed himself again and began to speak.

  “Amanda, you have been sent here on a mission. It is to find something blue.”

  “Blue?” Amanda choked. “What?”

  “Something blue is waiting for you,” the squirrel said. And it hopped off across the park, never to be seen again.

  “Oh great,” thought Amanda. “A nutty squirrel.”

  But she thought about what he had told her. Something blue. What could it be? She walked by the river every day. It was kind of blue. She watched the gray sky over New York City. It was definitely not blue! She laughed.

  Then she remembered. Blue eyes. Yes, somebody with blue eyes! That was it. She walked down to the East side and found many brown eyes, but there in the gutter was an old man with blue eyes. She smiled. He held out his cap for money. She put in a dollar. He looked up at her and grinned with only a few teeth showing.

  “Compassion,” she thought. “My life lesson.”

  Amanda realized that her purpose in this life was to feel compassion for others less fortunate than herself. She would seek them out, help them as much as she could, and grow inside in beauty and grace.

  For Amanda’s name meant love.

  She thanked the squirrel, she thanked the blue skies above for the meaning of her existence. It all made perfect sense now. Perfect. In fact, heaven-sent!

  Amanda went through that life helping others. When she died, the Angel of Death escorted her to her beloved place of rest, then a few years later, she was back. This time she was born into a very poor family in Montreal. Her name was Liette and she had five brothers and sisters. She had no memory of her former lives. But this time, she was even stronger and more compassionate than ever. All she had ever learned was stored in her soul, and she grew with each life lesson she was given.

  “I AM,” she smiled at the sky. And deep inside, she knew exactly what she meant. She was here to learn and to experience life to the fullest. She began to appreciate everything, even things that seemed sad or difficult. Each experience was one more page in the book of life. And each one made her that much stronger.

  Many, many lives later, she would look back at all her days on earth and see them from a much wider perspective. They all had a purpose. Even if she never fully understood them, she knew that Someone did. And that’s all that mattered.

  The Plan was perfect.

  ** The End* *

  Read more about Rebekah’s adventures at Rebekah and the Silver Moon and A Song for Rebekah and Rebekah and the Powys Prince and Rebekah in Wales and Rebekah and the Green Man and Rebekah Visits Ireland.