• Put your right hand over your left, and place both hands over your heart.



• With your eyes closed, look up with your spiritual eyes. There will be a Light or a Presence that comes from Source that feels good.




From that Light, ask for a guide or angel to come and hold any part of the person that may still be with you. Ask that they now be sent back home to God. To do that, say, ''I send you back home to God with Love, on the count of three.'' Count to three, and then release your hands from your chest and know that they have been taken back to God.

I was just starting on my spiritual path, when someone who worked for me and knew of my unorthodox spiritual sideline asked if I could come out to Kaiser Hospital. Her mother was dying there.

I met Dorothy, my employee's mother, in intensive care. Most of her immediate family had gathered there, as incarnated souls have always gathered, to see one of their number off or to greet a new arrival. In this case the vigil was not held by candlelight or in a temple, but under cool white fluorescent lights against a background of hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of glowing and blinking electronic medical equipment, all of it completely impotent.

Dorothy's frail, 80-year-old body had been laid waste by a galloping cancer that had metastasized beyond the reach of any conventional cure. The medication that dripped constantly into her veins had rendered her virtually comatose. I could sense an awareness in her, however, and a deep and overriding concern over the needs of her family. It was November, and they were about to face their first Christmas without Dorothy's being there to unify them. Dorothy's worries about her family had kept her alive — and subjected her to excruciating pain in the process.

I set up ideomotor responses with her. I explained to her that when I touched her head lightly I wanted her nervous impulses to move her feet. This sometimes took several minutes, but soon some communication was showing in her feet.

At this time in my life, my technique for working with disease had evolved to a point where I could simply take the energy of the disease into my own body and release it back to Source myself. It was a strategy that had developed out of my work with children and animals. I soon found that it was often much simpler to work this way, sparing my clients the trouble of understanding a different reality and myself the trouble of dealing with recalcitrant energies on a level that might cause unnecessary pain.

So that is what I did with Dorothy. The family thanked me profusely, all of them noticing that Dorothy seemed to be much more at peace.

That evening, when I went home, there was a message waiting for me from Dorothy's family. She had been calling out for me. I turned around and drove straight back to the hospital. This time, there was standing room only at Dorothy's bedside. Her family somehow knew that she would be leaving very soon. They were all there, just as they'd gathered at her behest so many other times in their lives. I could see all their stories written in Dorothy's old, lined face. They stood watching her carefully, like Moses' mother might have stood watching his little boat of reeds before the current caught it and took it away down the Nile.

I cleared a small space at her bedside and sat down to do what I had been called for.

After I asked if anyone had anything to say to Dorothy before she passed, I leaned close to Dorothy's ear and led her through a meditation. In the meditation, she became an eagle, soaring on powerful wings in a clear blue sky, rising higher and higher. The higher she soared, the quieter the room became. I told Dorothy to feel the warm light of the sun in the air and on her wings, to breathe it in and feel it touching her inside, to feel the sun in every one of her cells.

It was time.

''Dorothy,'' I whispered, ''you don't need air anymore. All is Light. You have become Light. Breathe in the Light.''

Like a newborn baby blinking in the artificial light of a hospital, I felt Dorothy breathe in the clear Light of God for the first time. The heart monitor overhead began frantically bleating like a lost sheep. I heard gasps. No one in the room had ever seen someone given permission to die before. I stared at Dorothy. Something else was happening, something that I had never experienced in all of my life before either.

At the moment Dorothy took her Light breath, the entire room began to vibrate with an energy more powerful than any I had ever known. There was a loud roaring, rushing sound as well. It felt like God was reaching right through me to gather up Dorothy in a great vortex of Light and take her home. Then the entire room seemed to explode and suddenly I could feel the energy expanding outward, reaching all over the earth, until it had touched the entire planet. Then, just as suddenly, the energy drew inward upon itself and completely disappeared.

I blinked and looked around the room. The heart monitor still beeped incessantly, insisting that we all look at the flat line that was Dorothy's last signature. A nurse stepped forward and turned it off. All of the expensive equipment stood by without purpose, like disarmed sentries in an empty prison. A Soul had gone into the Light.

No one said anything. No one needed to. We had all felt it. I took a deep breath and excused myself, leaving the family to marvel at the empty vessel that lay as lightly as dew on the starched white sheets. Dorothy was gone. Long live Dorothy.

I carefully closed the door behind me and made my way to the nearest chair. The vibration in the corridor had completely changed. It was as if the whole hospital and everything and everyone in it had been instantaneously bleached and steam-cleaned by the clear Light of Source. The people passing me in the corridor all had the same stunned beatific look on their faces as the people who had been in the room with me. As I no doubt did. We had all been touched together.

Somehow, in holding a space for Dorothy to die in, we had created an opening for the angels to come in and assist all the lost souls in that hospital to go into the Light. If I hadn't cleared myself so that I could become the ''good hollow bone'' that the First People spoke about, I would have been burnt out like a bad fuse by the force of the energy running through me.