By Helga Hoffmann
My father had a great fear of dying. I wanted to help him make the transition out of this life and worried that I wouldn’t be there when he chose to go. But soon after becoming a student of Eᴄᴋᴀɴᴋᴀʀ, I had a vivid inner experience that reassured me that I would be there to help him when the moment came.
In the experience, I was in a world of bright white light. The light was full of love. As I reached up toward the source, I heard my father’s voice.
“Helga, what is this? I’m so, afraid!”
“Don’t be,” I said. “This is the Light of God.”
About two years later, I was having a busy day of volunteering and running errands. The phone rang. My father had translated (died). I was stunned. Hadn’t Divine Spirit promised me that I would be with him?
According to my stepmother, my father had simply left in his sleep with a smile on his face. But I was distraught. I wanted to meet my father in the inner worlds—to hug him and say good-bye. Even if he didn’t need me, I still needed him.
Six months passed, and I had still not seen my father in my dreams or inner experiences. Then one day the Mᴀʜᴀɴᴛᴀ, my spiritual guide, took me in the inner worlds to where my parents’ house had stood. After my stepmother and I had sold it, the house had been torn down. When I arrived I was surprised to find some form of the house still visible, with transparent, walk-through walls.
Inside the house was my father. I hardly recognized him. Although he was ninety when he died, he now appeared to be in his thirties. I was so happy to see him.
“Can you tell me what has happened?” my father asked, bewildered. “I used to live here, but my wife has ripped the house down!”
It’s quite all right,” I assured him. “Your life is not here anymore.”
Suddenly he recognized me. “Is that you, Helga?”
We embraced, and I was finally able to say all the things that were in my heart.
“I love you too, Helga,” he said, hugging me.
As we talked, a white light flickered in my peripheral vision, moving ever closer. I turned my father toward the light, but he was so concerned with the life he’d left behind, he didn’t see it. Finally, I got his attention and again pointed him toward the light.
“This is where you have to go now,” I said.
“Helga, what’s this?” he asked. “I’m so afraid!”
I had heard these words before, and I knew what to say. “It’s all right, Father. This is the Light of God. It’s here to show you the way to your new life.” We embraced one last time, and then my father walked into the light.
The gratitude that filled me when I awoke is with me still. The promise of my inner experience of two years earlier had been fulfilled.