As my first article, I’ve been asked by Fabien to use a speech that I gave at the local Spiritualist Church in December 2011. It was my way of saying “thank you” to Spirit for guiding me to a community of like-minded individuals.
I guess I’ve always been a Spiritualist but didn’t know my beliefs actually had a name and a Church. I had faith in the concept of an afterlife, reincarnation made sense to me and after the death of my father three years ago, I felt my first encounter with the world of Spirit as I could feel his presence supporting and guiding me in the weeks following his crossing over.
Shortly after his passing, my husband also crossed over unexpectedly while we were in New Mexico, a five-days drive away. It was so apparent that I was being looked after that week and his presence was always with me when I returned home.
I’d like to share an excerpt from George Anderson, a gifted medium:
I wish it were that even if our loved ones cannot be seen, they would be able to cast a shadow, so that everybody who feels they are alone in their grief could look down and see the shadow of a familiar shape standing right next to theirs.
The souls cannot cast a shadow, but they leave the shadow of themselves all over our lives–they are the invisible hands that reach in when we start to come unraveled by the sheer amount of work it takes to continue on the earth as a bereaved person. But they help in more ways we will ever know, until it is our time to pass. Sometimes, at the beginning, it is minute by minute. Then as we start to live again, it becomes hour by hour. As we learn to laugh and continue, it becomes day by day. But it lingers and fades, just the way shadows do. The more light we need, the stronger the shadow. The less light we need, the fainter the image. It all depends on us. But whether the shadow of our loved ones can be seen or felt, they promise it will always be there. As long as we walk on the earth we will never have to do it alone. Look for the shadows–even if they only exist in your heart. No matter how they are perceived, they will always be there.
My husband has been around me a lot these past years, so much so that when he spoke abruptly to a friend of mine this year, I was prompted to search out a medium to assist in clearing up some old matters between us. That is how I came to know this Church and to meet a community of like-minded individuals. I will always be grateful to my husband for this direction in my life.
Gifts from Spirit come in many ways and one unexpected gift I received recently was the knowledge that the child I miscarried back in the late 1970’s wished to be made known to me. Not being able to provide the “standard” proof of life validations, he did make his point through the request to make sure that I gave him the second name of Thomas. Now you see, Thomas is the second name not only of his birth father but also of my late husband, who was the spirit who pushed my son forward to be validated.
Spirit speaks to us constantly, through synchronistic events, meditations, dreams, our own psychic gifts and through the use of mediums and psychics. All we need to do is stop long enough to listen, to observe, to feel and to believe.
While I was composing this talk, I had a strong spirit by my right shoulder and someday, as I develop my skills further, I hope to get to know this spirit.
Three years ago I spend a great deal of time trying to understand the mechanics of death to prepare myself and to be helpful to my loved ones who were dying but now I know with absolute certainty that they never die. Only their bodies do.
As I assisted my pet to pass over earlier this year and to help my mother this past October, I was able to do so with peace of mind knowing that they were indeed going home to a place without pain or distress and that they were not lost to me. I miss their physical presence but their spirit is always close by.
I now look forward to learning more about the world of spirit and how to communicate with them. I also look forward to sharing what it is I have learned to be my truth and pass it along to those willing to hear. To have a community such as this where opportunities to develop and share is encouraged is priceless. I’m grateful to be part of such a fellowship.
I’d like to close with the following Lakota prayer:
Wakan Tanka (Great Spirit), Great Mystery,
teach me how to trust my heart,
my inner knowing,
the senses of my body,
the blessings of my spirit.
Teach me to trust these things
so that I may enter my Sacred Space
and love beyond my fear,
and thus Walk in Balance
with the passing of each glorious Sun.
According to the Native People, the Sacred Space is the space between exhalation and inhalation. To Walk in Balance is to have Heaven (spirituality) and Earth (physicality) in Harmony.