Channeling Marilyn Monroe, Part Two

Me: Ah. Was your actual transition peaceful? What was death like for you? Can you describe your thoughts and surroundings during the process of crossing over?

Jamie (giggling): She’s so cute. She kind of throws her head back and lowers a shoulder a little bit; you can tell she’s going through memories.

Marilyn: My first thought was, ‘Well, the medicine is FINALLY working!’

Me: Oh my gosh!

Marilyn: I had never been so relaxed in my life! And so carefree, really away fro everything and in the moment. So, I thought, ‘What a wonderful dream this is!’ It wasn’t a dream, though.

Me: Wow.
Marilyn: When I finally realized that I had passed over, I had a chance to see my body.

Jamie: She’s showing me she was in a bed, like a bedroom, not hers. Not hers. She was staying somewhere?

Me: I don’t know.

Marilyn: And when I realized I had died and had the opportunity to see my body, I was very disturbed and quite embarrassed. I just didn’t want to have the publicity of this.

Me: Yeah.

Marilyn: I remember seeing—

(Pause)
Jamie: It’s like she’s really thinking hard about it.

Marilyn: I remember seeing family, but I wasn’t all that excited about that.

Me: Family on the other side that are deceased?

Marilyn: Yes.

Jamie: It’s almost like she was rejecting them.

Me: Was that because you didn’t want to accept the fact that you had passed over?

Marilyn: I feel my family didn’t support me.

Jamie: She’s talking about all this trouble with—I didn’t know she came from such a troubled family!

Me: I didn’t either.

Jamie: I see her living with different family members, not being understood. I see yelling; I see physical boundaries being crossed, maybe molestation.

Marilyn: I just never felt comfortable with my family.

Me: You never felt safe?

Marilyn: Yes. So I alienated myself. I became the single provider; I took care of everything and kind of shut down. So when it came time to cross over to this beautiful place and it was family?? There were some members that I didn’t even know, so I didn’t have that safe family feeling. I remember asking, ‘Was this it?’ And as soon as I began to ask questions, the walls went further away, and I began to see more. When everything pulled back, I had that feeling of infinite peace and joy. It was what I was searching for in life, but the only time I found it was when I was performing, because I didn’t have to be who I was.

Me: It sounds like you were a woman who had to come to the realization that YOU create your own peace; it cannot come from other people.

Marilyn: That would be the lesson I would want everyone to learn.

Me: Yeah. So, are you getting along with your family now? Have you made your peace with them?

Marilyn: Yes.

Me: Oh, good. Was it your destiny to die when and how you did, or was it just, “Oops.”

Marilyn (smiling): I’m assuming it was. It never felt that way to me.

Me: Why? Why did you die when and how you did? Did it serve any purpose? Was it a preplanned exit point?

Marilyn: I really think it was an exit point because it took care of ME.

Me: Oh, okay.

Marilyn: I obviously didn’t know when a good time was to leave.

Me: Yeah. Can you describe your afterlife now? What do you do there; what kind of life’s work do you have; what does it look like?

(Pause)

Jamie: God, that makes her brighten up!

Marilyn: It’s so beautiful. The feeling throughout your whole body of where I was, knowing that you’re not going to be misled or taken advantage of—none of those experiences are here or around me, so I have the time and strength to connect with other models.

Jamie: That’s neat, cuz I always think of her as an actress.

Me: Me too! Maybe she was a model first. I’m not sure.

Marilyn: Yes, I was.

Me: Okay.

Marilyn:  I connect with other models, because they’re often the ones with body image problems.

Me: Oh, yes.

Jamie: She’s very much into women’s rights. 

Sorry I haven’t really edited anything. Once I got over my respiratory virus, I caught a gastrointestinal one so I’m writing this from my bed. I probably won’t write anything tomorrow. SICK OF BEING SICK!  🙁

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