RENEGOTIATING THE CONTRACT

The dream of a woman, aged 44, a year after chemotherapy for breast cancer:

I am climbing to the top of a mountain, where an awesome presence is waiting for me. I know that this is the divine power that sent a messenger who told me it is time for me to leave the earth. This entity moves like waves of light. It conveys its wishes and emotions by thought.

I am terrified, but I never back away. The entity reminds me that I agreed before I came to this earth that I would leave when I was forty-three. I acknowledge this is true. I am shown the contract I signed.

I agree that I signed this contract freely. But I argue passionately that there are good reasons why it should not be executed now. I tell the entity I didn't want to come here when I made the contract, but now I have people I love and people I believe I can help to heal, because of what I have gone through.

I tell him, 'You must know this, because you allowed me to discover my illness through dreams before my time was used up.'

There is a time lapse. It seems like an eternity. Then I am presented with a new contract. I am given more time, to help others.