Spirit Mother...

I have been putting off writing about my last visit to a medium in Lily Dale because I needed time to ponder it.  Her name is Shirley, and she is an ex-nun.  I think that's what attracted me to her.  We have the Catholic Religion in common; that and our leaving the "One True Church".

Shirley started with a prayer to the Holy Spirit.  My dad came around to give the first message.  It started out the same as his last two messages - it was sudden...it happened while I was talking to him.  I guess the first few words are  called verification to show me  that it is my dad who is coming through with something that I can connect with.

This time though, he added that he didn't realize at first that he was dead. There wasn't any sharp pain. He saw some family around him and it took a while for him to realize that they had already passed.  He said that he knew he would be leaving ...two months before his brother had started to appear in dreams to him, and then  in the few weeks before he passed over, he could see his brother while he was awake.  It was a "very gentle leaving"..."a grand way to go". 

He wants us to know that he attended his own funeral. (at this point Shirley starts to laugh and says that my dad has a sense of humor). "I know that you're missing me, I would expect that, I'm so unforgettable after all!"  He is glad that he left in October, as he didn't want to ruin the holidays. (Shirley says he is laughing as he is saying this.) Shirley said one thing that I didn't recall...someone putting flower petals on his coffin at the grave.

Oh, yes.  And after he knew he had passed over, he went into the kitchen, saw his birthday cake and tried to taste it, but the frosting wouldn't stick to his finger!

He also wanted me to understand that I was the one person strong enough to be there. His wife couldn't have handled it alone....his soul made sure she wasn't alone.  It was his privilege to share that moment with me.

Shirley then said my dad was showing her a flat rock overlooking a beautiful vista.  He is telling her he has no fear of flying and she 'sees' him jumping off and flying away.  He says he has the freedom to go anywhere. He is all better and can do whatever he wants.

Now, as pleased as I am to hear from my father, he is not  the person I was hoping to hear from.  From the time I was a child, I have 'felt' someone constantly with me . An angel? Jesus? An ancestor?  I talked to this person during the week preceding my trip, asking for them to come forward.  Whoever this is, has saved my life on several occasions.  The time at Lake Dunmore when I fell backwards off a inner tube and was drowning (I actually felt her). I've heard her call my name when I was approaching a green light at an  intersection and it made me brake...a semi was running a red light...I would have hit it.  The last time was this past winter when an oncoming  truck lost control and was coming toward my car. He was so close I could see the horror on his face as he waited for the impending crash.  But suddenly his truck veered off into the snowbank. 

Anyway, I didn't want to interrupt the medium, so I asked Dad if he could please step aside and let my spirit friend come forward. (Dad had talked for 20 of the 30 minutes!) As soon as I had thought that, Shirley became quiet.  She told me that a woman ...a motherly woman was standing next to me.  Suddenly Shirley opened her eyes and had such a surprised look on her face!

I asked her if she knew who the woman was.  She said she did, but she didn't think I would accept it. First she wanted to know what religion  I was.  I told her I was raised Catholic, but was now Lutheran.  Still she was quiet.  I told her to just tell me; I don't put God in a box. She told me that the person I feel with me was my mother in a past life.  I had died as a child and she couldn't save me. God had let her return to earth as my spirit guide.

It was my turn to just sit there speechless. It gave me the chills. Shirley asked me what I was thinking...feeling.

Two things:
1. As a child I had a recurring nightmare.  I was seated on the bench of a horse and buggy, that went over a cliff. I could see the tree tops and feel the fear of my impending death.  After my dad died I had the same nightmare again, but this time when I went over the cliff,  a peaceful feeling replaced the fear.

2. The many times I should have died, but didn't. (Many more than I've mentioned above...)

Shirley listened to my thoughts and told me that my childhood nightmare is called a 'bleed through'. When we die a violent death, it often appears in dreams in our next life.  Do I believe in reincarnation?  No, I never have.  That would be putting God WWAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY out of the box!!!

But, I have to say that it makes sense to me.   I've been reading about it along side with some Gospels that were left out of the Bible, and there is some evidence that the Church Fathers around 300AD only put in the books that told the Story they wanted told. (More about that in another post)

For now the short version is this:
God made us to be in a relationship with him. We need to grow in this relationship, and we learn to do that on earth.  He puts us in family units of 6-8 souls, and as we travel in time and through lives we help each other.   While in Heaven with our soul family, we choose the life we will lead on earth. (But while here we have no memory of this).  This is why there are some people you meet on earth that you feel a strong kinship with. As if you have always known them and will always love them no matter what.  As I think about this I can name my dad, my grandmother Anna, my brother Andrew,  my friend Peter, and my friend Lynne.