Arnaud Dumouch, 2005, http://eschatologie.free.fr
I ADOPTED MY MOTHER
Translated by: Alain Quenneville
Isaiah 49:14-16 But Zion said, The LORD hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me. Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.
Suzanne wasnít raped. She was not yet 16 years old. She hadnít even been victim of incest. She was married and the mother of two babies, a boy and a girl. And she had decided that it was enough. She had good cause: ęit costs a lot to bring up a child, in ones time in most cases. The awakening activities must be numerous. And a modern lifestyle wasnít yesteryearís serfdom. Ľ
She had fallen pregnant by chance. The needed decision had then made by common consent with her husband. The abortion had been precocious, done only by medicinal method. She had been subjected to a slight discomfort but otherwise life had gone on.
She had done a good job of bringing up her children. Every winter, they had gone skiing; they had had dance classes for the girl, judo and piano for the boy.
Time had passed; her daughter Lisa now 25 years old had moved out and gone on her own. She enjoyed motor biking and often left with friends to go on tour through Europe. She always drove safely, and very aware of the lack of a protective cage on her motorcycle. At the entrance of a turn, she saw a large truck taking too wide of a turn and then swerving in her path. All of a sudden time seemed to freeze. It was only an impression. The truck coming up as in slow motion, as she realized there was no way for her to avoid it. The shock was extremely violent. She woke up in the air, floating above her accident, and she saw her body, in its leather jacket, spinning through space prior to landing heavily in a ditch. She saw then her friends stopping their motorcycles and rushing to where she had fallen. She heard their every word, noted all their gestures, when a great calmness overtook her. She then, left this world by seemingly crossing through a door of light. There, she was enraptured up to paradise up to the third paradise, and heard indefinable words. Was it in her body? Was it out body? She didnít know. And coming back to life here she couldnít say; ę God knows Ľ, she said. Itís because what she saw and heard, was as if she had been there, but her body had stayed on the ground, broken and in a state of clinical death. In her environment, she saw a magnificent being, luminous and full of love. It invaded every nook and cranny of her soul, of her understanding and her truth. Then a little girl, about five years old, appeared. She was dressed in a pretty blue dress, and her brown hair was combed with numerous small-multicolored barrettes.
She introduces herselfę I am your sister Ľ, she tells her.
- My sister? But I have never had sister Ö
- Ask our parents when you get back. They will explain you. Ľ Then she woke up. Once again in her own body, in agonizing physical pain and covered with tubes, in the hospital. Later, when her status improved, she had asked her friends if she had really fallen in the trench, and lain there all crouched up. She confronted them all with her description of events following the accident, and they were dumbfounded by the details of what seemed to be impossibility, another confirmation of a Near Death Experience event (N.D.E.). Events that are spoken of more and more.
It was only eight days after that terrible accident when the anxious parents were finally allowed to speak to their daughter. They were given very little time to see her but she told them of her vision of this intriguing little she girl had met during her twilight trip. ę She told me that her name was Sophie Ľ. The parents didnít know what to say. Suzanne was stunned by the tale. Finally, her father spoke and by said: ę After you were born, your mother aborted. We never spoke about it, not to you and not to your brother. Ľ Hearing this, their daughter lit up and told them: ę There is a life after death. I saw everything and now, today everything is confirmed. Ľ From this day on, their daughter became a believer. She wasnít afraid of death any more, knowing the love waiting for her up here. She became more cheerful and happier with her life. Lisa soon married and her mother eventually became a grandmother.
As for Suzanne, her daughter couldnít see that, by her joy, she had planted the kernel of a strange tree in her motherís life. Nobody seemed surprised at her silence, or her lack of curiosity about what she had been told. She never broached the subject about this "Sophie" or her abortion anymore, not even with her husband. Nobody saw the need to rehash that event, as they all knew the kind of ordeal this represented to a womanís heart and soul.
As of this day, Suzanne became extremely anxious; such was the name of this tree. The heart of a woman can contain many secrets.
The rest of Suzanne's life passed quickly. In the weeks that preceded her death, she had been hospitalized. The nurses told the grandchildren who came to see her that she cried non-stop at night in her sleep, and that it was hard for other patients, so they had to isolate her. Suzanne lived in a time and in a country where there werenít many priests. She therefore had to confront her passing on, alone. ęWhen the silver thread of life ruptures, the gold cup of your body is melted down, when the jug breaks at the fountain, and the pulley breaks at the well. Ľ
Suzanne had been ready for a long time for this moment. Since her daughterís tale at the hospital, she had lost any taste she may have had for life. Although her heart carried the burden of what her daughter had said, she had played the role of a full-bloomed grandmother. For a long time she had pondered what she would do. She had, for a long time fostered the notion that she would never, ever, confront her daughter, this baby Sophie, (Who ever had given her this name anyways?) whoís life she had arbitrarily ended, in the immaturity of her youth. She had decided to disappear when her life ended, and to have herself be hidden somewhere in an unknown tomb, to be forgotten by all. And thatís what she did. There could never be a question of forgiveness for her.
Immediately following her demise and taken out of her body, she used the newfound powers of her state and imagined herself at the center of the earth and bangÖ she was there. She rolled herself up in a ball and this heart of steel in fusion and never budged. Then she called on death and said: ę better for me die that to live. Ľ
And, her request was acknowledged in front of the Glory of God, and itís the archangel Raphael who carried her request to Him. The Angel wanted to take away the blinds of her sins from her eyes, so that she could see the light of God; and wanted to give her as a spouse to God, and to cleanse her from her fallacious anxiety, the worst of all demons. The one that makes you believe that there is such a thing as a sin that God wouldnít forgive. The advice of the heavenly council was sought and they found a legitimate reason to send her daughter Sophie to heal her.
And, while it was hell she had chosen for herself, a hand touched her.
ę Suzanne, are you sleeping?
- I donít want to see nobody. Leave me alone.
And Suzanne huddled up a little more.
- So you going to sleep like that forever?
- Yes, forever. Please! L eave. - Agreed, but not before you looked at me.
-If thatís all your asking me, Iíll do it. But afterwards, will you all leave me alone?
- Thatís all Iím asking.
So Suzanne agreed, opened her eyes and looked. What she saw in front of her resembled an angel, like a vision of jasper and cornelian. It was a young girl who looked at if she was entirely dressed in light and a cloud as the jewel case of case of her soul. It was a unique vision, to behold, where grace of body, the tenderness of a smile reveals a crystalline soul.
- I came to adopt you, if you want that is. We shall be able to relive together all that we didnít.
- Who are you?
- I am Sophie.
- But I am not your mother. I didnít even bury your small body when you came out. Iím not even the one who named you. Suzanne didnít resist the flood of tears that came gushing out of her Ė and she didnít even protest when her daughter pulled her from her miserable den.
I wanted to stay here forever.
- Youíve only been here 10 minutes. It is the time that I needed to I find you. It was impossible that you go to Hell. However well you thought you had matured your plan. You should have asked: when we repent of our ways and repent our lack of love, you donít go to Hell. Itís just the opposite.
- But I killed you! Youíre my daughter.
- And God revived me.
- But I deprived you of your life of the Earth?
- I didnít have the opportunity to love to a point of desperation like you. But God knows everything. HE weighs the soul of all those who come before HIM. There is as much joy for me to contemplate the light of the stars as to be one.
- And your mother? You have a mother here?
- I have a thousand mothers now: ę Because whoever does the will of the Father in heaven, is to me a brother and a sister a father and a mother.Ľ And, among all these mothers, one asked for me to be christened and then brought me up; I just needed you, who still refused to be my mother. But today, I adopted you forever.
Then, as before holding herby the hand, Sophie drew her mother away and towards Jesus to introduced her.
Corinthian 2 12, 4
- Ecclesiastes 12, 6
- Jonas 4, 8
- Tobias 3, 16
- Revelation 7, 14
-Matthieu 12, 50