"Perky Breasted Angels" An excerpt from a novel written by Julianna Rowe

        Chapter Thirty-One: Michael's Red-Carpet Journey To his Next Chapter

The Bible says if you want to turn a Hell's  Angel toward God, you better dress like one and visit their establishments, so I became a Hell's Angel chameleon. The definition of a chameleon is a lizard (or human) that can change itself and or its personality and verbiage to match its surroundings.  I did indeed become a chameleon.

As Michael and I sat in the room he would soon depart this earthly realm from, with his beautiful black cat Emery in his lap, I asked him if he would mind if I took him on a journey to another place?  He spoke.

“Sure" but I can’t go very far in this bed.”

I had no soft music and no sage to burn any bad lingering spirits away and considering Michael had lung cancer, sage might have ended his days right then and there so, I calmly explained to him how this journey of ours was to happen.  I told him he would always be in control. That he would become very relaxed, in fact, so relaxed his mind would believe everything it heard.   And if it was okay with him, we were about to take a grand trip.  He smiled a trusting smile, and we began. 

I asked him to relax and close his eyes.  To allow his face to feel as though it were melting into the pillow behind his head.  That he was safe with me. I reminded him that with each breath he took he would take in fresh, clean air, and each time he exhaled, his mind would release all fear from his being.  Each breath would take him to a place where the spirits would help us on our journey. He opened his eyes and peered at me with some reverence regarding the spirits tripping with us.  A much different tripping than that old boy had been used to.  I was doing my best to make sure Michael was somewhat prepared for the hereafter. So, I smiled back, and then I took Michael through some deep relaxation techniques of his neck and shoulders, his torso, then his legs and feet. I assured him once again he was safe and that we were going on a journey across the ocean to Hawaii, the place he told me he always wanted to go.  And so, he closed his eyes, and we boarded a large bright multicolored red magic carpet with imaginary walls and railings that would totally protect us on our journey over the trees that smelled of kindness and the clouds with their majestic gentleness. As we passed each puffy cloud, its strength manifested onto us and pushed us on as though we had our spiritual generators plugged into a speed-charging dock.  I shared with my cousin and friend how we were gaining goodness and purity from the next world as we headed for the great Sturgis Bike Rally in the Dakota's. I showed him through mental images of the many bikers that had purchased his homemade three-wheelers.  At the least, there were six couples showing his custom-made wares to the multitudes.  How proud and shocked he was he had a true legacy.  We moved on south, taking a bit of a detour toward the West Coast, crossing the great Mississippi River in Missouri and then the beautiful yellow-gold wheat fields of Nebraska.  The spirits moved and directed us to land the magic carpet on one of the red mountain plateaus near some amazing rock formations of the National Parks in Utah. The spirit showed Michael through me how to stand on the edge of the plateau with his arms outstretched allowing the spiritual cancers to leave his body and the healing of the God’s. The winds took up and swirled around him like he was a small tumbleweed in a whirlwind of a fast-moving cyclone from another dimension.  I watched the tears fall from Michael's eyes when he began to love and appreciate himself while the spirits filled his being to overflowing.  I then spoke we were leaving the spirit-filled plateaus for The Indian Reservations of New Mexico and then the great Grand Canyon with its magnificent depth and crazy beauty as it etched its way into the earth like the giant it was and left its mark forever.  And then, there we were in an instant, at the edge of what seemed like the world with the ocean's beauty ahead.  We were almost to our destination, Hawaii.  As we crossed the aqua-blue waters, it was peaceful, kind, energetic, and free.  I caught a glimpse of his smile as I described how his Daddy and Mama Augusta as well, were with us. And then I told him the love of his life Judy was also with him. That is when I saw his tears begin to crepe silently like they were trying to hide the pain he had hidden for so long since her untimely death by a car accident a few years back.  She, Judy, was with us. I spoke beyond doubt to him that there was plenty of room on our magic journey for others. I assured him again with each breath he took in he would go deeper into a state of hypnosis, still be in control, yet willing to receive. I told him we were coming to a beach, a place of warm sands, while colors emanating from the sun shone around his being like gentle whispers. Each having a healing sensation of its own just for him. 

“Michael, you are one with the sun. It is enveloping you as all its strength covers you on its mission to prepare you. As you entertain your journey you go even deeper into relaxation where you become aware your arms and legs are feeling heavy.  This is a sign you are totally relaxed.   The sun took its beauty and warmth to the other side of the world and left us with the glistening artistry of the night, leaving with us its shimmering moon to light our way. Michael, pick a star in your mind's eyes and go to it.  Sit up on it and take in the beauty of the Universe.  You are safe whether you are in this galaxy or another it doesn't matter.  You are now one with the Universe as it was created for you and you for it.  Draw in strength from it.   You are totally safe, secure, and loved. You may ask for a guide to aid you in your travels.  But only ask for a positive guide from the pure light.  Notice the sun is coming up.  We are about to land at our destination, Hawaii."   

("Michael is in a deep relaxation state currently.  I continue our session on how to live after death, through hypnosis.)

“Michael, your dreams have come true.  We have landed on a beautiful beach in Hawaii.  There are at least twelve of the most beautiful women running toward you.  They are all screaming with arms flailing as though you are Elvis himself. And Michael, they are all naked except for their grass skirts and beautiful Angel wings that matched the living colors of the leis around their necks. Their symbol of connecting you and aiding you during your transition while the earthly life perishes, they are honoring your life here and in the hereafter. And my dear Michael, they are not leaving much to the imagination.  Young women, older women, all tanned with voluptuous breasts bouncing as they stand firm, pointing toward the sky we just came from.  A dream come true for you and take note Judy is giggling with permission for you to view and seek your blessed passageway to the next realm.  They reach for you one or two at a time placing exotic flowers whose pure smells become one with you.  You drink in the scents offered to you one at a time. This is where you are going after your earthly body is no longer. "

“Now, Michael I am going to count backward from five to one.  With each count, you will begin to come back to where we began our journey. 

Five. Your feet are tingling and awakening.  Your feet are strong and take you to good places. 

Four. Take a deep breath and notice as you exhale your legs are ready to move again.

Three. Take a deep breath and feel the love in your body that was given to you freely.

Two. You may open your eyes and you will recall everything that was said and felt on your journey to Hawaii.

One. You may sit up.”

I could see a big smile on Michael's face as our journey session ended. I believe I helped him see there was more, and that he could face it with strength knowing he was not alone. 

Michael passed away within the following two weeks.  I had to believe he was safe and I had helped him on his journey with good spirits we called in playing the chameleon, Yes, even with the help of the perky-breasted ladies.