Straight Talk Live (Commissioned by The Afterlife)

Some incidents in life cannot be explained, truly

I wanted to write this editorial regarding the path of human beings and what some of us may think what happens when the throne of one foot is on earth and the other foot is in the realm of the, hereafter

In my profession as an ex Critical Care/Trauma Level III ER Nurse, I have witnessed the look of death on many faces. Some of those faces had a certain peace by acceptance, whereas, many never had the chance to repent for their earthly sins, expiring by the fate of the Creator's tick of the clock, time of death marked following.

As the acting Director Of Nursing for an mid-size Nursing and Rehabilitation Assisted Living Facility, my presence is required in all sectors of geriatric care; palliative and hospice nursing, terminal illness maintenance, and rehabilitation measures to allow seniors to extend their lifespan.

There is a little history behind this narrative, I had to come to grips as a nurse, and then as your average daily citizen.

July 25, 2020
New York, New York
Palliative Care, Third Floor

Names have been changed to protect the innocent and due to HIPPA violations I refuse to cross.
This resident was a reputable practicing attorney in the state of New York in his younger days and now in Stage Four Metastatic Pancreatic Cancer. This patient asked to speak with me specifically and in private, seeing that I was the one who provided him some of my steamy romance novels to keep his mind centered and him still retaining his sense of morality as a man.

Mark, I will call him, took my palm in his and this resident wanted me, to bestow his last rites, me. I tried to alleviate some of his concerns. I just got out of two meeting, my stomach was growling, and it was time for my lunchtime workout session, however, my nurse’s creed surfaced. I read Psalms 23 as I squeezed his frail hand. He needed reassurance for the resting of his soul; following that spiritual enlightment I felt pride when he thank . He asked me to grab his reading glasses and look in his chest and bring him a photo album, smelling of moth balls.. I said silently to myslef...please hurry this along as I tuned in to his feeble mind as he confessed.

He stated his soul has traveling between the waking and the living dead, a near death experience most residents who has dementia, takes daily medications, and the unknown answers of his state of existence propels the terminal to believe.

This resident slowly inhaled, then a bout of uncontrollable coughing, once his breaths were stable, yet raspy and shallow. The sinister tales he eased off the burdens of his mind was shocking, ungodly, and damn immoral.

He advised me he was a Master, if you know me, I am highly erotic which, made me smile in return. The word master has several meanings from slavery to a Dom and Sub, and he has read over six of my novels.

This resident’s definition of the word, Master boarders on Satanism, Witchery, Spiritualism.

His tearful soulful confession still rings in my ear here today. Such an explicit secretive lifestyle for an upstanding citizen to have such a beguiling past, shrouded in dark forces. I must admit, he without sin cast the first stone, however, the sepia pictures from an old leather-bound photo album he made me promise to take, reeks of darkness, sacrifices, and bloody rituals. After peeking into his evil past, I was in awe, simply unbelievable.

I do hope the Creator, have mercy on this resident’s soul. He stated in depth the more he became embedded in his craft, the more he became powerful, then it was not enough. He needed to offer more, the pictures of desecrated bones, pentagrams pictures after pentagram picture, some makeshift altar, with the insignia in Latin, I think it was Latin, I could be incorrect about that observation. There were so many bloody pictures of nudity, and I am carefully choosing my choice of words here out of respect. He rambled on and on between here and a place where his mind once ruled, Satanism.
 
I sat and was attentive, but wondering why the hell me; why didn’t he just take these defiling pictures and his hellish history to the grave with him. My creed is to heal, not bear witness to a person’s sullied past looking for redemption in his old age.

Now I feel mentally violated after wishing him a beautiful passage from this life unto the next, and for him to take advantage of my nursing mannerism to relate his torrid past was unacceptable to me.

I still had to ask him for some form of clarity to his mental madness from my standpoint, such as, was he ever in an occult that still stands here today, he paused and, I quote, ‘is that what you youngsters call it here today,’ unquote.

My hand silently swindled from his without judgements of course. This patient is a DNR, and has refused all palliative nursing care, he was moved to Hospice care on Friday.

This resident genuinely believes he is being commissioned to Hell, and now that he states he has been listening to his Bible on Kindle, and has gotten closer to God, he appears to be frightened where his soul rest, he states he sleeps with the lights own, and he thinks they are coming for him?

I have never seen a grown man cry as this man did. The only sense of reasoning I could offer him was continue to pray, have faith through his suffering, and he will be rewarded a beautiful afterlife.

I do not know if this resident has any living relatives to reach out and provide him comfort, which I will check on this Monday.

I have in my possession a key to his safety deposit box he stated he sighed over to me two months ago, without my knowledge, and promised me to keep it.  I have been at my DON position here for nineteen months, and have never shown any favoritism to any residents. I sit behind a desk, meetings, budgeting, and if needed to run my staff efficiently, I will assist on the nursing floor when deemed, and in any capacity, it keeps me on budget without utilizing a nursing temporary service.

I do hope I gave this resident much needed mental comfort, he asked me to autograph my last novel, and I gave him a hug and said I will check in on him.

Now comes the question, what am I to do with these pictures, a key, and his confession, some did take on the role of being criminal.

Do I place my blinders on and take his confession to heart in his terminal stage, or do I act on the faith of good will and burn his item (album) as an end to his demoralizing past. And what am I to do with this key, I gave him my oath to keep it.

This is the most realest Straight talk Live, I have ever experienced to convey, until then my friends, take people at face value, meaning, we all have a story to tell, therefore, toss out good Karma, in the celestial body and pray it always will be returned unto you

Until then, seek the truth, it’s out there