He took the boys to heaven, a story of re-storying your life.

Mathew was twenty years old.  He was beautiful, in the peak of his youth, he was physically fit, handsome, he was an artist.  His blond curls lit up as he smiled.  He traveled around the world trading paintings for rides. He went to Patagonia, to remote places, and met people and painted more. He hitchhiked in private planes across the pampas, he laughed as he told the stories, every moment of his life was an adventure.

He came home for a vacation from his travels, he painted a picture of a bird as his spirit flying.  One night he was hitchhiking home.  The driver of the pickup truck was drunk, the truck went off the mountain and the driver, his brother, a friend, and Matthew were killed.  Their bodies were found in a ravine the next day. 

When his mother Beth heard, it was the next day.  She told me this story:

“When I saw him at the funeral home, he looked more beautiful than ever.  I washed him and I held him close to me like I did when he was a baby.  I dressed him in his favorite clothes.  As I held him he spoke to me,  ‘ Mother, do not worry about me, I did what I wanted to do.  I got in the truck to take the boys to heaven.  When they crashed they were so frightened.  I  flew as an eagle spirit and carried them upwards.  They are all right now, it was what I had to do. I love you.”   Beth went on, “He was that kind of man you know.  That is what he would do.”

She cried at his memorial service, but she looked radiant too.  She rewrote the story of Matthew’s death from the visionary experience she had.  She did not mean to do it, nothing in her life before this event indicated that she would do something like this.  It came to her and changed her life.  It helped her deal with the almost impossible task of a mother grieving for her son.  She sees him everyday in her visions as she drives to work  past the place the car went off the cliff.  She sees him as an eagle spirit carrying the boys to heaven.