Go with God
June 2016
By Dimple Walia
When Dimple Walia’s father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she decided to celebrate her father’s passage with love and blessings.
It was tough, very tough, to let the news sink in. Dad was diagnosed with cancer, fourth stage. He had already gone through two surgeries in the last one year that had left him weak, fragile and bedridden. And now cancer! It was hard to believe that only a year ago he had been considered the healthiest person not only of our family, but of the entire neighbourhood.
Slowly, the family started to accept the news. I remember how bravely my otherwise emotional mother responded when the news was broken to her. She said, “We all have to go back one day. I am grateful God gave us time to serve him.” I was already sensing God’s hand gently assisting us all in this tough phase.
What followed was perhaps specially orchestrated by the Universe for me. I just happened to watch a video someone had uploaded on Facebook. It was about delivering a baby at home, in a bath tub, in a beautiful environment full of love and care amidst glowing candles and sacred music. A thought arose: ‘If birth can be made so welcoming and lovely, why can’t death?’ Now, this was a revolutionary thought for my family, so I decided not to share it even with my husband; but it changed something within me profoundly.
Though I was about 300 miles away from my dad, I started connecting with him daily at the soul level (at least that’s how I perceived the whole thing). I started counting the blessings in his life. He had lived for almost 75 years completely healthy, very actively and happily. He had been an amazingly cheerful person throughout his life. He had brought laughter wherever he went. He never bore grudges. He never hesitated to apologise if he felt he was wrong. He was straightforward to the point of rudeness at times, but always made up for it. He had been a peacemaker. I remembered at one of the ex-policemen meetings (he retired as a police inspector), he was called on the stage by the Superintendent of Police who asked him the secret of his health and liveliness. My dad laughed and said, “I don’t carry resentments. I have my two pegs in the evening, and sleep very peacefully.”
I narrated all these to my Dad, yes, at the soul level. I told him: “You have lived a wonderful life. You have done the best you could. Yes, there might have been some mistakes along the way, but who on earth is exempt from erring? I have learnt amazing things from you. In fact, there is still so much that I need to learn. Dad, the Divine knows what is best for you. Surrender to the Almighty, Dad. Your life has left beautiful memories. Now something even more wonderful is waiting for you, Dad. Perhaps it’s time to further evolve in other dimensions.”
I continued: “I am sure some very loving hands are waiting to take you in their lap, to welcome you and to start you off on a new journey. You have been a strong person throughout your life; please be brave now too. You are completely safe. Give your worries and fears to the angels that surround you. Leave the resistance. Leave the pain. Let Existence take you wherever it wants. You are deeply loved here, and I am sure, Dad, you are equally and even more loved over there too. We are proud of your life. We admire you, Dad. Go ahead in love and peace.”
Every day I connected with him and blessed him. When I went to meet him, I did the same thing putting my hand on his head. I didn’t know if it was serving him or not but I was relaxed doing perhaps the best I could. There were moments when my dad smiled at me, called me near him and hugged me. I felt he understood everything. I felt my vibrations touched him. I felt he was relaxed.
 A joyous pass over |
About the author: Dimple Walia, an electronics engineer turned into a spiritual seeker, Reiki master, practitioner of Angel therapy, and follower of Louise Hay philosophy, is also an author of two books