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Finding The Blessing In All Things
Posted On: 05/26/2007 21:28:30
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~*~ Finding The Blessings In All Things ~*~
So here it was, Wednesday morning (May 23, 2007) and I had found myself with some extra “me” time in the morning. My toddler son was sleeping in, and the girls were busying themselves getting ready for school. I took this opportunity to light a candle, meditate and settle into doing some channeling through automatic writing – something that really “feeds” my soul. As I was two pages into my message, the phone rang and it was my dear friend, Jessica. She asked me if I could “tap in” to see what was going on with her uncle. He had taken a bad turn during the night, and things were not looking well.
About five to six weeks prior to this, Jessica’s uncle, Tom had taken a fall from an upstairs porch/balcony that he was working on. He landed on his face and his wife found him a short time later turning blue from lack of oxygen. Tom already had breathing difficulties and did not have full capacity of his lungs. He had sustained multiple internal and external injuries and it was touch and go for a while. When he was in the hospital, Jess had asked me to check into the energy, first when he was in a coma and then several times later. I had channeled messages for Tom and the family and sent distance healing. He was left paralyzed and with a tracheotomy tube in his neck. After a few weeks in the hospital, he was transferred to hospice care. During this time, Tom began seeing “things” in his room. First, he saw colors, later spirits and then angels. His family would gather around him in wonderment listening to what he would say and describe.
Jessica had called me the night before to tell me that Tom had announced to the doctors he was making the choice to live. She told me that even though he had not received nutrition from a feeding tube in weeks (it had been removed due to pain it was causing) he had a small swallow reflex that could assist him in eating. She was hopeful, but as I heard those words, my heart began to hurt. I did not want her or the family getting their hopes up. I replied back to Jessica that I believed it was probably the morphine talking.
Tom is the type of guy who always has a smile on his face. One of those really personable, down to earth, born comedians who can make you laugh till you wet your pants. I did not know him very well, but he always had a joke to crack, a silly song to sing, and he was a real inspiration to his niece, Jessica. I remember how he made all three of my kids laugh and his playful spirit.
That Wednesday morning, as I tapped into the energy of the situation, the words began spilling out across the paper. This man was struggling leaving his family. Jessica had tried to call in the Arch Angel Gabriel to assist Tom in crossing to the other side. This was not a familiar energy for her, as well as I think it was simply a matter of her being to close to the situation. I saw in my minds eye, Tom’s hospital room. I saw his wife there next to his side. I saw the floor plan of the room, the doorway and I called in Arch Angel Gabriel, asking him to create a vortex of light to show Tom the way back home (this is the tunnel of light so many refer to when they cross over). Tom’s room was filled with the spirits of those who had already passed, with angels, with beautiful energy and light. I saw his spirit guide, there also, whom I had seen repeatedly since the accident. His guide had specifically contracted with Tom to help him make this transition and had never left his side during this whole time. As I looked at Tom in the hospital bed, I saw him thrashing around – like someone having a wicked nightmare and tossing back and forth – but this was not his physical body, this was his soul that was struggling.
Upon seeing and feeling this, suddenly I was in a white room – the healing room as I call it. This room is totally and completely white – you cannot even see walls because of the brightness and the energy inside this room. It is as if I am inside a cloud. I saw Tom, still in his hospital bed, laying still – still breathing. I saw myself, Jessica and Patrick (our teacher) all giving energy healing to Tom. Jessica worked on his head, Patrick on his feet, and I worked on his torso. As Jess and Patrick worked on letting his soul detach, I saw myself pulling out sparks of darkness from his body. As I pulled them out they showered to the floor and were absorbed into the white light of the room. The more dark sparks that came out – the brighter Tom’s energy became.
Back I was now viewing Tom’s room. The tunnel of light was still there, and there was no more struggle for him. He was ready to make the transition. It was a huge celebration for all the loving spirits who had gathered – to welcome their son back home. I saw Tom’s wife lighting a candle and heard Native American music playing. It was a surreal moment in my life I will never forget.
I called Jessica with the channeled message and to tell her the vision I had. She explained that she was on her way to take her mother to the airport so that she could be with her aunt. Jessica thanked me, and we both felt that he had already passed. She called me back a few hours later to tell me that when she arrived at her mother’s house, her mom had gotten the call that Tom was gone. As things played out, everything had happened exactly how I had seen it – from the layout of his room, to the candle, to the people gathered in his room.
Tom had also been receiving energy treatments from a Buddhist priest at the hospice center. I felt his energy there as well and found out later he remarked to Tom’s wife that his friend Patrick had been there also working on Tom.
I was saddened for the family. For the way they had seen Tom struggle. He had been the rock, the glue that held things together. But I had to think of all the blessings that came through this entire experience. I saw Jessica become so much more confident in her healing abilities. I saw her tap into her intuition, her gifts, and trust her heart and her soul to follow through with her own inner guidance. I heard stories of the things Tom would describe himself seeing in the room – people who had passed, angels, spirits – and I felt how members of his family opened up to these “possibilities” – that these wondrous energies and love truly exist. He had touched so many people in his life and affected so many through his passing. It was a true gift – an eternal blessing.
I was a bit shook up, as I had never remotely helped someone cross, nor had I helped someone cross that I had personally known. It was a bit unnerving to in a certain way “remote view” things and have these things come to pass. Every time I would think about it, I would start to cry – not out of sadness, for I knew with all my heart he had passed easily and was safely on the other side. When I spoke to Patrick about it the next day, he said it was from the energy of what we had done. And I know that now, it was the energy of home – of helping another to pass into that beautiful white light – that vibration of love. Divinity is the only way I can describe it. And it resonated so much in my soul, for I have that energy, that vibration of home inside me, as we all do. This entire experience was a huge lesson for me as well, even being an outsider from the family. It proved to me that even though things can get a little unnerving, I must still push forward. I must continue to trust my instincts and my connection to God, to the planet, to the universe, to all my brothers and sisters.
Look for the blessings in all things. For even in heartache there is love. Even in tragedy there is triumph. The blessings are always there for those who seek them.
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