Messages from Shamlan

From: Sarah Beltane (sarahbeltane@hotmail.com)
Story type: Channelling
Location: Dubai, UAE
Source: Form Submission

I hadnt seen Shamlan in years, although he was the one big love of my life. We met when I was 15 (I am 38 now). He drove his car in the opposite direction to where my sister and I were walking. Our eyes met for a millisecond and I said to the girls, Thats him. He is the one. I have always loved him. We met several months later through a mutual friend. He was 19. He was from Dubai in the United Arab Emirates. I am from Washington, DC. Where I saw him. We were only together for 6 months before he left the country. I wrote to him every month. I heard that he had married. He never responded. Fourteen years passed until he came to visit me in Washington. I guess I was trying to prove to him and myself that he didnt matter. We spent only a few days together in which time he apologized for all his youthful errors and breaking my heart.

I have always loved the Middle East and moved to Kuwait in 1996. In 1999, I was attending a seminar in Dubai and made a plan to call him on Valentines Day. The night before I was to call, I dreamt of him: He sat next to me and held my hand and told me that the days he spent with me were the happiest days of his life. He held a record called, The Never Ending 80s in his hands.

I woke in the morning and called the numbers to his business and on his cell phone. Both were disconnected. I then called his fathers business number and his uncle answered the phone and told me that Shamlan had died in 1997, of a heart attack, but I found it hard to believe. I contacted mutual friends who said that the official cause of death was a suicide; gunshot wound to the head. The news sent me into a depression that literally took me a year to overcome.

I couldnt believe that Shamlan had killed himself. His brother believes that he was murdered. I dont think it is miraculous, but Shamlan has visited me through dreams many times telling me that he is fine. Sometimes he is angry with me in dreams as if he resents that I am not finding his killer. I dont believe he committed suicide. I think that if he had, he wouldnt be able to communicate with me. It is as if he is right next to me holding my hand and talking to me. I wake up thankful for the chance to have been given a few more minutes with him.