When enough people entered and it started to overflow the room. The walls faded away. I would feel myself float up. I would remain in a reclining position while everyone else was standing upright. As I said before, their feet didn't seem to quite touch the floor. They never spoke to me or even looked at me, but I would follow them. At this point it seemed the only relief I ever had from my headache. It was there but close to a memory. I floated along and came to where they stood talking with each other.
Sometimes I would see them playing checkers. No one was moving their lips but yet they were engaged in the most living conversations. Still others where playing croquet together. (Their playing croquet always seemed to trouble me, in fact, for the longest time, when I related this fact to others I always felt quite strange in saying that they did this.) As I followed or moved amongst them others would join the group. Having discovered my grandmother was not among them, I would then set about watching them, and soon, I would know exactly how each of them were related to each other. But, no sooner would I leave their sides than that understanding would leave me. At the time, I did not understand the need to even remember this knowledge. I often remember asking myself if this was a dream. Sometimes after saying this, I would discover myself alone in my hospital bed. Since this scene was repeated over and over again to me, at least twenty times I made it beyond the hospital walls, I soon grew to just be curious and follow these people and watch what was happening.
After people were playing croquet I would move on to a bunch of people, there was a great number of them at this point. Some would be standing or sitting under a tree, eating picnic lunches. Always talking in lively conversation to each other, without moving their lips. As I listened to them or watched them I always felt something was missing, that they had no value to what they were doing. There was no growth or learning going on. The only thing of any importance was the relationship they had to each other. Even this in itself was very faint, and in time it could be lost and forgotten.
As I began to gain in strength and was sent home from the hospital these people never came to visit me again. But the memory of this has haunted me. The people I saw were dressed in period clothing of the late 1800's early 1900's - the Victorian Era. It really bothered me that I did not see people dressed in white, and my grandmother was not amongst them.
Now it has been revealed to me who they are. They are my ancestors. I know it was not my time to join them. My patriachal blessing says that my days will be extended until I am satisfied with life. I believe I am now living in my extension. I was most definitely near death when I was in the hospital. I crossed over the veil many times, but was never meant to stay. I believe my grandmother will come to me when it is time to go there. She was somewhere else learning the gospel of Jesus Christ and growing in knowledge. The people I saw could be her family, most definitely they were mine.
I realize now some of them are of English descent, because of the symbolism of them playing croquet. This book (website) that I now write is in rememberance of them. Those that I do not know their names. If I could I would invite them to my family picnic, along with all who's name lie within this book (website). For as I saw them come together not all directly related to anyone person, sometimes, in-laws, cousins' wives, etc. So they would somehow be woven into my great family picnic. My genealogy is in quest of those I saw, but cannot remember their names. I know if we are faithful we will be linked to each other, together, creating one big family picnic.
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