December 30, 2004 10:10 A.M.

Bless you and your family during this season of remembering
the Lord Jesus.

It has come to my attention that there is a big misunderstanding about death. Actually, there are several misunderstandings about death and although I can't get inside the minds and psyche of the individuals still alive, I can explain some things from my perspective.

Different religions have to account for birth and death and have well established "rules" for death and dying. I won't explain or try to explain religions or their rules. I cannot think of any one religion or belief system that denies death of the physical body.

Over here in my dimension I view life as a continuation.
True, the physical body dies but the soul lives on. I now know that as a fact but cannot prove it to you who are reading this. I could give out bits of information to "prove" my existence but that is beside the point or points I am trying to make.

The recent Tsunami, the mud slides, the AIDS' epidemic, the wars declared and undeclared, the murder of children, the production and distribution of land mines, the enslavement of children and so on, seem to have no end. It is very easy to throw up ones hands in despair. I can understand your feelings of helplessness. I want to explain what happens when one child dies. We can relate to one child rather than to millions because millions become statistics, not the individual.

Yesterday, I visited the local Children’s Hospital. It now has the name of the D.R. (Short for Diaper Ranch - a respectful name for a children's hospital. A name given by Michael.) Lying on the gurney was a three year old child named Marissa. She had just crossed over (died) as a result of drowning during the recent Tsunami. The staff were extremely busy taking care of recent arrivals and were depending on volunteers like myself to "welcome" and explain what happened. Language was not a problem. I didn't suddenly become an expert in languages but could talk with anyone regardless of the language they spoke on Earth. That holds true for any of the staff and volunteers. I knew her name was Marissa because that was the name in her aura. I can see a lot in a person's aura including family connections, names and health. Poor Marissa was in a state of shock. She was past grief and had retreated into herself the way a turtle goes back into its shell. She either wouldn't talk or couldn't talk in the physical. I contacted her mind and was able to get her story. On Earth, she lived with her mother and father. They lived very close to the sea and her father made a living by fishing. The family had a small
house by the shore and the father shared a boat with his
neighbours. On that day of death, Marissa was being carried around by her mother and was still nursing. One minute Marissa was content and nursing. The next moment she was torn from her mother's arms and was churned over and over until blackness came over her. There she was lying on a gurney not knowing anything about what happened.

Sometimes instinct with basic human contact is the best you can do. I picked her up and held this little tyke, this tiny girl, in my arms. I just held her tight and crooned to her. My tears dropped on her face and as I brushed them away with her blanket, I was rewarded with a beautiful smile from Marissa. I really cried then. I had to hold her out of tear drop range but managed to make eye contact. I looked around the ward and saw many other volunteers and staff doing what I was doing. That is how it is done. We take care of one child at a time. Later we try to match up parents with children or get them foster parents. This matching does not happen automatically. It takes hours of work by people who match and not every match is successful. All types of people help at the hospital, yet others find it very difficult dealing with the welcoming phase. To each his own, I say.

At the D.R. and indeed at all the many hospitals, the staff and volunteers do not lay blame for they are long past that but are extremely upset when one child crosses. They do their best but often have a sense of being overwhelmed with the sheer numbers of children that arrive every day.

It is never a "kindness" to end human life. Each soul has something to contribute no matter what age.

Love and Peace,
Diana

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January 18, 2005 10:52 A.M.

Dear Father Murray,

Hello. Must rush off to another meeting with Mother Teresa regarding another orphanage that is going to be set up over here for the children of the Tsunami. It will be done to keep the children together rather than mix with the general populations in the D.Rs. They will get wonderful care no matter where they are. We are trying very hard to lesson the shock and feel that a separate shelter is the way to go.

Love and Peace,
Diana

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