Many people ask me how I have come to believe in the metaphysical and psychic world as I do. The process of belief, trust and knowing is a lifetime journey for those “open” to it. Of course, once open and curious we begin with to ask for signs….and more signs as we doubt the signs shown us. For good reason when I started to suspect other realms existed Angels resonated with me. You see, I was brought up Catholic so to me Angels were safe and they had to be real because “they were in the Bible” right?
So, as I do with everything, I attack logically, tangibly. I started to read and research all I could about Angels and suddenly signs would come. I would meet someone with the name of the Angel I was researching and let’s face it some of these names were unusual. Thaddeus, Gabriel , Ariel …kind of rare, wouldn’t you agree? Or I would be driving in the car and ask “God are Angels real and among us"? And just then a van would cut me off and in big letters on its side “ANGEL ELECTRIC”, would shout at me! But even though I was obviously making an energetic connection I still doubted.
Years of society and parental conditioning tells us what we are experiencing is not real. As a result, in the beginning you doubt everything. It takes great faith and trust to believe in what we can’t see or hear or touch. It is a long journey from living life in the personality of our 5 senses to becoming multi sensory. Until the day comes (and it always does), when something happens that you know has been divinely orchestrated and after that the journey changes. The impossible is not only possible but it is so! You KNOW without doubt, what you KNOW!
One day , several years ago, I got the gift that made me “know” there were other realms and that souls are eternal and that we can connect to them. I had an experience so powerful that it could not be explained away or denied. This is what happened to squash every doubt I ever had about connecting with our loved ones after death:
It was a sad and very dark time for me. My parents had died 6 months apart. 9 months after. I was diagnosed with cancer. I had recently finished treatment only 6 months when, my best friend of 35 years died of leukemia and my husband had an affair, moved out and wanted a divorce. I was deep in grief to say the least and not functioning well but still pressing on. Friends had come round and my sisters had visited to give me encouragement. People were concerned and rightly so. But being the private person I an, I hunkered down and not many outside my immediate circle knew the depth of all that had happened in this 2 year period.
One night I got a phone call from an acquaintance, kind of friend, who worked in my office for awhile. She was Ukrainian and always talked about her dreams and her premonitions. I never paid much attention. But here she was on the phone with me randomly telling me about a dream she had. She stated that I had my mother’s things in my basement. This was all very odd to me but, I did indeed confirmed for her that I have some boxes of family photos I took from Mom’s home, but I had never opened the boxes or looked inside yet. “Your Mother left you a gift “ she said. “There is something in a blue box” she stated with great confidence. I pretended to be excited but in truth I didn’t believe her. Although some strange things had happened since my parents death and I had already begun my "Angel research" I simply thought she was "too much" an oddity and a bit over the top. We talked for awhile and then afterwards I went to bed.
Of course, as is the case when you are in deep grief sleep was elusive. So, I was up at 2AM staring at the ceiling, with a racing mind and pain in my core. I hate that deep pain, as though your chakras are weeping with sadness. Nothing eases it but love, hugs, nurturing. I had nothing to ease it. Dreadfully alone, I missed my Mom. She and my Dad had divorced under identical circumstances when I was 13. She was the same age I now was when it happened to her. History repeats. I so wished she were here to talk to me, guide me, hold me. She would have known what I was going through and her experiences would help me. I just wanted to feel her hand caress my face, to smell her and not feel so alone . My thoughts turned to the conversation earlier with the Ukranian girl. I started to hope she was right and that her dream was real.
I couldn’t help myself, I got out of bed pulled a sweater over my Pajamas and shuffled down to the basement. I went into the store room and opened one of the boxes from my Mom’s house. Her wedding album was on top…was this what I was supposed to see? Not likely. I dug around a little, there were class pictures of my brothers and sisters and a photo album of the Grand kids , none of which I would consider a “gift “ from Mom. And then I saw it. A blue box about 8 x 10 and slender like it would contain a picture frame. I opened it and it was a diary.
I have no recollection of this book. I have never seen it or seen my Mother write in it. On the cover were 2 ‘Holly Hobby’ cartoon figures, one behind the other playfully putting their hand over the others eyes in a game, with the words "‘Guess Who?" written underneath them.. and the words “Today’s Happy Moments, Tomorrow’s Happy Memories”. I opened the cover and read an inscription…
To Mom, From your loving youngest, Georgia 12/25/74.
What? Chills covered my whole body. I completely turned to goose flesh. My Mothers presence was overwhelming as if she stood next to me and hugged me. In a flash like lightening I KNEW she was with me!
I would swear I had never seen this diary before in my life. But apparently I gave my Mom a “gift”, that would 35 years later sereindipitously become her “gift “ to me. I sat on the cement floor and began to read…and there it all was. Words I could have written myself, advice and experience and her story at exactly the same time in her life, in the same circumstance as I was in just then. My Mother was comforting me and guiding me from the grave. Talking to me about her pain at her husband leaving and how she coped. I could hear her voice describing her strong faith in Jesus and her trust in the universe and all the things that gave her comfort and pulled her through.
As her words poured from page after page I could feel her love for her family and her gratitude. She was with me, right beside me being my Mom. Her presence was overwhelming but her body “she” wasn’t there. Her soul had lived on in those pages, in the telling of her life. Her soul lived on and was here with me giving comfort in the now.
Like a warm flame, a bright light came alive in my heart. If my Mother and I could connect across the realms to share these beautiful moments perhaps I could help others experience the same. This gift was not just mine,but meant to be shared with the world. Perhaps I could connect others with their loved ones to heal and gain comfort.
I sat alone on the cold cement floor of the store room, at 2AM, in pajamas, my life completely changed. You would think these epiphanies would happen with more pomp and circumstance but, there I sat at one of the most pivotal moments in my life in fuzzy slippers, sobbing on a cold cement floor.
It seemed impossible. A little girl gave her Mom a diary one Christmas that would be the catalyst for her connection to Spirit and a belief that we are all eternal. It took 35 years to come full circle. I pictured my Mom unwrapping this book one Christmas long ago as she surely must have. Even though I had no recollection of it, here it was in my hands now. How could I not believe that Spirit, God , my Mom and the Angels had found a way to comfort me by orchestrating the whole thing. With every fiber of my being I understood in that moment that the love in our souls eclipses all time and space. Love is limitless and spans all time and space. I KNOW that all is connected through our God energy. Souls are eternal.
In the final pages of her diary Mom is at peace, her life renewed. In the late 90’s at 73 she writes in the book she had not picked up for 19 years - what prompted her to do so I can not say ...but this is her final entry;
My health is not the greatest, hypertension, diabetes, arthritis of the spine and I had cancer, but otherwise I am doing great for myself! Just so nobody who reads this thinks otherwise. I am only doing great because “God” walks with me, my unchangeable “friend” Jesus. So life goes on “changes always” my strength ..my Lord ..my God!
Many of my beliefs changed that night. I understood the power of love to heal and transcend any veil, any realm. I understood the vibration that connects us comes from the source that made us. I learned that source of creation is eternal and the soul spark of it within us is too. I learned the power of the written word and its ability to comfort. I learned the stories told from our soul have such impact that they do not allow for us to fear revealing too much, only the courage to teach and share . I learned we must share our story and words can be sacred. In sharing vulnerability there is the power to heal and unify. That unity is the strength of Spirit. When we come together with open hearts full of love and wisdom we stand in the brightest light.
I realized my divine purpose that night. I committed to my journey that night. I committed to use the written word to heal and teach and learn for myself and others. I committed to using my ability to connect across the realms to bring messages of love from the other side to those grieving on earth.
That night I vowed whatever tomorrow brought, I would use my life as my teacher and my friend. Just as my Mom’s “unchangeable” friend Jesus walked with her, my guides one of whom is Jesus,the Angels and Spirit walk with me. Unchangeable in an always changing world.
My “gift” was not just that beautiful diary, my “gift” is my Mothers soul and the knowing that the love within it lives on. My gift is that I was shown this to bring such experiences to others as a channel and medium of this energy.
I love you Mummy. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. For those of my friends out there grieving the loss of a loved one. The first step to healing is..
Always believe love and our souls are eternal…
Spiritual Healer, Energetic Medium
This Blog is the story of the miracles, challenges and lessons of my life journey. Years ago when I hit a personal "rock bottom" my despair led me to seek answers and my quest for truth began. Amazing events propelled me on a spiritual journey of transformation.. Miraculously, through these experiences my life has become my teacher and my friend.... I hope my words connect us and allow us to walk together for a time as teacher and friend to each other. The most valuable thing we have during this human experience is our connection to love. The love in our soul for a higher power and others is the only thing that is real. I honor these connections through my writing. Theses words are my gift inspired through the heart of Spirit for you. I hope by sharing my journey it will enlighten, inspire and ease yours as it does mine >> ... Peace... Georgia Rose