This weekend is the 15th birthday of my only son, Grayson. We decided to take a weekend trip to Hollywood. We toured the Griffith Observatory. The first activity was to watch a movie in the planetarium. Centered In The Universe was a beautiful visual journey through our understanding of our place in the vast universe.
I was taken away from the experience into one of my own. We were cautioned that some of the lighting could bother some visitors. My disturbance was the result of an unexpected trigger. Immersed in the imagery, I found myself in my outer-body experience. There was a darkness with a glow of light that duplicated what I see in my mind’s eye when I’m brave enough to go there.
I suppose I had an unfounded epiphany. I surmised that when I was dying in 2020 that I was being shown that part of the path was returning to the universe. I was not far away, so I imagine that there is a heaven beyond or an abyss for those without faith.
The angelic voice that whispered Grayson’s name helped to lead me back to my body. It worked to give me this new life. It worked to give me my purpose. I live with this knowledge and these thoughts everyday.
This weekend was a family trip with special memories that we wouldn’t have enjoyed if it wasn’t for our miracle. Chris and I did our level best to celebrate our growing young man. Looking at the joy in his face, holding his hand, and laughing together was as much of a gift for us and we tried to make it for him.
My family is my universe and my encounter in the planetarium widened my understanding of the universe in a way that may never be proven, but makes sense to me.
M. A. Marrissette, Author 