Two days ago, around 8.30am, I was walking through the woods with our dog. We had already been along the beach and back, and it was a lovely morning…..in fact more than lovely. There was a spiritual beauty in everything….the calm, clear blue sea, the sun glinting off several high – flying planes, all leaving iridescent trails in a cloudless sky. The sweet scent of white blossom, mingled with the coconut aroma of bright yellow gorse. The birds, dipping and swooping, a robin, fearlessly collecting tiny sticks from the pathway in front of us, ducks splashing around in the river……all set to a magnificent soundtrack of rock music, blasting through my headphones.
And then, just as I had reached my favourite part of the woods, where the river bends, and the scurrying water tumbles over and around rocks and tree branches, something caught my attention, behind me, and to my right. I turned around to ‘see’ an elderly lady standing by the bench, and she was looking directly at me. She smiled, sat down, and patted the seat, next to her. I kept walking……I have been aware of non – physical people many times before, but tend to respond to them as I would to anyone ‘real’…..smile and nod, and go on my way.
But something caused me to hesitate, and I went and sat alongside her, on the bench. I understood that she was small in height, slightly built, hair pinned at the back of her head, and dressed in black…..there was something very stylish about her! Now, it is important that I explain that when I said I saw her, I didn’t. I could see, with my eyes, that no – one at all was standing by the bench. But I COULD see, with my mind, that an attractive, well – turned out, elderly lady, dressed entirely in black, had sat herself down, and was inviting me to join her.
She exuded calm, and joyousness……and I just knew that this lady had been a real force to be reckoned with……and that she loved dancing, and God! She didn’t tell me this, of course. You see, the communication between those in the physical form, and those in the non – physical form, is about feeling, rather than words. I FELT her joy, I FELT her love of God…..except that it didn’t come to me as God, it came to me as The Lord. She expressed to me that we need to be true to who we are, and that human beings sometimes struggle to understand passion and exuberance and natural joy. She let me know that The Lord understands me, and ‘has my back’……and I am sure her name was Helen, or Ellen. Until writing this, I haven’t talked to anyone about the lovely lady on the bench. I kind of wanted to cherish the feeling for a while…..and the essence of a beautiful soul.
I believe she picked up on my own energy, and the depth of my sense of gratitude and awe, for being with our beloved dog, on such a beautiful day, in such a wonderful, wonderful location, listening to my favourite music, with a head full of hopeful plans……and an underlying anxiety about HOW to achieve what I want to! I am really, really glad I stopped, and shared a few moments with her. I am unlikely to ever ‘see’ her again, but I will always feel her.
And it probably wasn’t a coincidence, because I had been giving the subject of communication, with those who have passed on, some consideration recently. I used to offer mediumship, as a service, and I used to give public demonstrations. I quit both, and I no longer include it on my website. If I am asked, specifically, I sometimes ‘tune in’ for a customer, but apart from that, that side of my work belongs to the past.
But not because I don’t believe. I have, over a long period of time, and after much questioning, contemplating and soul – searching, become entirely aligned with a much wider, broader and breath – taking aspect of existence. I have no doubt, whatsoever, that awareness continues, and that there are many, many journeys for each of us, yet to take. I believe entirely in the potential glory and power of the spirit (WE are a soul, I believe, and our spirit is the essence of us, and the nature of the relationship we develop with everything, whilst here in the physical world…..and that our spirit is the only thing we take with us when we die, apart from our awareness…..but hey, that’s just how I myself see things!).
It’s because too often spiritual connection or communication has been reduced to, and is judged upon, facts and figures. There is so little genuine, appreciative, gob – smacking awe…….so little ‘feeling’……that I couldn’t bear to be involved anymore. My brand of mediumship doesn’t translate well, in this modern world, if not all the time, then too many times. I want to express the essence, the energy, the quirkiness, of the person who has completed their physical experience. I want the reality of them to be the most precious part of the communication. I ‘see’ the communicator, not as solid (after all, when we die, the solid part of us is either burned or buried), but almost as a hologram. I ‘feel’ them, their personality, how they were before they died, and I ‘feel’ their energy. I pass on snippets of gleaned conversation, that have taken shape and form in my mind……and I always hope that the recipient feels it too.
Sometimes they do, and sometimes they don’t. Funnily enough, within the last week, I have given two consultations that included (by request) spiritual connection. On the first occasion, my way of working was well received, and I knew that the young lady who had died had been experienced by her friends……they felt her.
On the second occasion, the customer was unmoved and unimpressed. She had asked to speak to anyone, and I made six different links. She commented that one of the links sounded very like her uncle, who had died years before, and why on earth did HE bother to show up? I asked her, if he had arrived in a physical sense, would she have responded in the same way? Would she have said to him “I don’t know why YOU’VE bothered to come here!” She looked blank, and I knew she had no idea what I was talking about. He had not just shown himself, he had communicated so much about himself, and given a ‘message’, but it had all gone over her head. She went on to tell me about something she had been told at a spiritualist church, that had impressed her hugely. It was a relevant fact about a deceased family member, and I asked her what else was delivered, what else did she get from the experience. She said “Well, nothing, but it was PROOF”. And I felt really sad, again, that the spirit, the energy, the feeling of a deceased loved one is dismissed as unimportant. And of course there IS no such thing as proof, only evidence. I have found that too many mediums are more intent on attempting to prove that the consciousness continues beyond this physical experience, than they are on really allowing the energy of the communicator to be experienced and savoured. It then becomes about how ‘good’ the medium is, and not about the actual connection. Which is why I hold my hands up, and say “You know what, there are mediums out there who deliver what most people want, in a better way than I can, and so I am happy to bow out and focus on other stuff.” But I STILL see and feel those people, and I STILL know for sure that the energy and passion and emotion we put into life, WHILST we are physically alive, goes with us when we come to the end of this experience called life on Earth. I want to really FEEL the energy of the communicators, not just know that they wore blue shoes and a red hat…..otherwise how can I know that they are still ‘alive’?#spiritualconnection