| Mother's Passage My mother, who had been suffering with polio since I was 3 years old, passed away (transitioned) when I was 17 years old. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and turning over to look at the moonlight coming through my bedroom window. I traced a beam of light to a bench and saw my mother sitting there smiling at me. She spoke to me, not with speaking words but with words I could hear in my head. She told me that she was leaving and that she wanted me to know that she loved me and that she would always live in my heart. She then disappeared and I went back to sleep. I woke up and realized that what I had seen during the night was true and not a dream. It was a feeling that I get when I know that what I saw was true...a knowing. I remember laying there trying to decide if I should tell my father, but I couldn't make myself be the bearer of this news. I would let the news happen by itself. During breakfast I stood near the phone, waiting for it to ring. When it did, I knew who it was before I even answered. A nurse from the hospital asked for my father. I looked over at him and handed him the phone as the reality of the message sunk in...my mother had transitioned. I stood there and watched my fathers' face change to grief as he received the news. I wonder to this day if mother also went to my father as she passed from this world. He never said. Grandfather Passage I was taught in dreamtime about the passages of spirit. I wasn't afraid because I was shown that "dropping the body" is a part of this world. I knew that the spirit/soul never dies, it just changes awareness like we change clothes. I recall a time in Alaska when I dreamed about my grandfather passing. I was trying to validate my experience by telling the people close to me about the dream. When I woke up, I told my husband. He didn't believe that the passing actually happened. I told a friend about the dream when she came over for morning coffee. She also found it hard to believe, and told me that it was "just a dream". A day went by before my validation came. I opened our mailbox and there on top of the stack was a letter from my Auntie in Californina. She began the letter with: "Your Grandpa Smith passed away..... " and I said to myself "I knew it!" Harold's Passage There was a crossing a few years ago in Omaha, Nebraska that touched my life. It seems that the powers-that-be made sure that I would be in the right place for this experience by making my plane ticket free. The woman (in whose home we would stay in) picked us up at the airport and explained that her husband had taken a turn for the worse and was sent home to die. We would be staying in rooms near her husband and she thought that we should know. When we arrived, I felt as though something very important was about to happen during the weekend. Over the coarse of the first evening, I was asked to read the cards about her husband. I spread out the cards and I saw that Harold would receive a shot of some kind and a few hours after that, he would pass on. She told me that she felt that her husband was prolonging his death because of her, so, she asked me if I could do something to help him feel better about going on. I told her about what the natives in South America do and how it is a celebration with all family and friends involved. I explained what the medicine person does to help the spirit release and that when this is done, the moment when Harold chooses to go, his spirit is released. She asked me to perform the ceremony of the medicine person. So, that night, the three of us visited Harold in his room. His wife talked to him as she touched him and when she was done, asked him to go in peace. When my friend and her had left the room, I leaned over and whispered in his ear that his family was waiting for him to make the choice to join them and I wished him Godspeed. Later the next day, ss we exited the freeway ramp to go to the house (afer being away all day) I felt an overwhelming presence all around me. I tried to speak, to let those in the van know that Harold was free; but couldn't speak. I thought "Right on Harold!!!" and smiled as tears began to roll down my cheeks. When the house came into view, we saw a lot of people in the yard and garage...the family had heard the news that Harold had passed. We entered the house, just as the funeral home arrived to take the body away. As I watched the body roll by, I knew from first-hand experience that the spirit that was Harold was not in that body; but free. With that teaching fresh in my awareness, I found Harolds' wife surrounded by her family in the garage. The moment I stepped into her line of sight, she stopped crying and a look of calmness came over her face. We locked eyes and she thanked me for my service. I wondered if she sensed on some level what I had been taught by Harold. I had been touched by a spirit that had just freed itself of the physical plane by simply choosing to do so. I had actually felt another spirit/soul within my own aura for the very first time. It felt pure and joyous as the energy mingled with mine for a brief moment.. I was moved by the spirit choosing to let me know about the passing in a very personal way. |
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| I found out that there is more to life than meets the eye. Here are three accounts of what I mean. |