Introduction: The first time I properly met Judith McIntyre she was in her bedroom over-looking the Northern Ridge in Goonellabah.

She was sitting upright in a hospital bed that had recently replaced her queen-sized bed. The feeling in the room was very still. Late afternoon light was streaming in through a large glass window and with the sweeping view of the hills it felt as if we were in the valley itself, floating in a rural landscape. 

She was (and is) experiencing the advanced stages of Cancer. I was there to do an interview with her about her experience of dying but was completely unprepared for just how deep the healing would be speaking with her that day. I have never been afraid of death but I have never been comfortable around death and dying either. What do you say to someone that is facing such a huge event? How do you begin to relate?

Judith took away all my awkwardness with the depth of her presence. When I greeted her hello, she pulled me close and hugged me (it seemed, she was reassuring me!). As I spoke to her I felt held in her gaze and in her bright, bright eyes.

A day later I read this blog you are about to read, about the first time she met Serge Benhayon, and it seemed to me as though her writing was coming from heaven, a heaven she has made in her own life.

This is the first in a series of articles by Judith that she has written to reflect the possibility that we can truly live while being near to the end (of this time round). I trust you will deeply appreciate this writing, this woman, and all that she brings.

Rebecca Baldwin June 5^th 2014