I consider myself blessed to have a close connection with family. So what happens when you experience that physical loss for the first time in your life? It really doesn't matter if it's the first time or the second...or even the fifth. Nothing had prepared me for the loss of my maternal Grandmother and Grandfather. Through that pinnacle experience, I learned that life is full of synchronicities and that those synchronicities are all messages from spirit if you are open to receiving them. This is a brief summary of sorts. This is how I began to connect the dots. I had experienced death in the family prior to this of course. I was lucky enough to be borne into a young family and was able to experience the love of my great Grandparents first hand. When my maternal and paternal great Grandmothers passed several months apart from each other, I for the first time in my life experienced visitations from the other side of the veil. It didn't frighten me at all. I didn't question it as being out of the ordinary. It just was. Spirit didn't spook me. I regularly had visits from a little blonde girl who would sit on the edge of my bed. The last time that I saw my paternal great Grandmother, I knew that she was going to pass. I sat with her and then went to my Grandfather and told him that I would never see her again. When she did pass, she visited me while I slept and I was invited to sit with the ancestors at a long table where we were all dressed in glistening white gowns. I felt a sense of unconditional love that I cannot completely describe other than to say that it is indescribable. There were upwards of 20 or so of us seated at that long table. When my maternal great Grandmother passed it was quite different. When I would visit her in life, strange happenings always took place, particularly around one photograph. I have written about this before in my blog post title "Behind the Veil". When she finally did cross over, I can remember hanging out in the loft of her home with her cat. I was young, about ten or so at the time and I poured my grieving heart out to that cat. As the words spilled out, I became conscious that we were not alone. The cat, was also quite aware of this sensation because animals are very sensitive to all energy forms. It wasn't odd or frightening...but comforting and a little surreal. I also had the same visitation dream with the long table and was asked to sit yet again with the ancestors. Time speeds on to current day. Growing up, I spent a tremendous amount of time with both my maternal grandparents, who have now crossed over. It was their crossing that became my spiritual wake up, or at least the very beginning of my true awakening as an adult. I became very close with my maternal Grandmother, or as she was affectionately referred to by her many grandchildren, as Grannie. She had the biggest of hearts, the patience of a saint and she was probably one of the nicest people that I have ever met. I considered her to be my best friend. When I started my own family, she offered me endless sage advice regarding child rearing, household everything and just life in general. Her advice and this connection that we had was immeasurable, as was my love for her. When she fell ill it was kept quiet for several years. Her declining health was very apparent to me however, as I called her at least once every Saturday. My relationship with my Grannie and Grandpa developed overtime. For the first few years of my life she took care of me while my parents worked full-time. I spent one week with her and my Grandpa every summer.They had five kids together and my Grannie even said that I was more of a sixth child. Our conversations at first were very family and task orientated. She taught me how to draw and paint as a young child, so we would often discuss our many art projects and creative pursuits. She had this amazing art space with sliding glass doors. Half of the space was used for carpentry and the other half was for her painting and crafting. It was on the second floor of a large garage that was at the back of my Grandparents property surrounded by mature maple trees. I can still hear the rebellious glee in her voice and picture the twinkle in her eyes, when she exclaimed that she was going to paint the stairway leading up to her creative space with each step a different colour of the rainbow. "Why not...they're my stairs!" God love her...she was amazing. Closer to the end of her life however, we began to share more about our spiritual and metaphysical beliefs. It turned out that we had a lot in common. She talked about astral travel and her faith in God and the angels. So it was no real surprise to me when she did finally pass that she would reach out. I will write more about this in the future. There is simply too much to write in a short blog post. The night before she had that last surgery, my Grannie called everyone in the family. She was seeking closure. I know that she didn't want to go, but she knew on some level that she would. I'm not going to rehash the conversation because it was heart to heart and therefor just for us. Suffice it to say however, that it was very difficult to hear her speak the words that I so dreaded to hear her say aloud. That night, as I was laying in bed preparing to sleep, I spoke to God. I asked that he take care of her, to help her through this process. If she was meant to go, to surround her in his light and for her to release. I prayed that she would receive divine assistance to help her, to feel safe to let go if it truly was her time. That same night, I awoke feeling something that I can only describe as a "whoosh", as it crossed my legs. I have felt this feeling before and I knew that it was not of the earthly plane. I looked over to see the most beautiful sight. I greeted the man made of liquid amber light that now stood bedside and there were now no words. This communication was done telepathically. I felt a wave of sadness unlike anything that I had ever felt before as he slowly moved his head from side to side. The message was a saddened "no". A few days later I received the news that my Grannie had passed. Before I was told, on some level I knew. I was waiting for it. The weeks following her passing, she provided many signs that I received and kept to myself. She was the heart and soul of my family and it hit the family hard. It has taken years for any sense of normalcy to return. I decided that instead of sharing I would just love and be a shoulder whenever I could be. Five years after her passing, my Grandfathers health began to fail. One day, I was in my garage and a large object moved from the top shelf all the way across to the other side and on to the floor. It was as if it had been thrown. It was a part of a high chair that my grandmother had gifted my son with the year that she had died. As someone who has always listened to spirit, I said, "Is that you?" Then another small object flew again from one side to the other. I had that sensation of being with spirit. When I went back into my home, I told my husband that something had happened to my Grandfather. It turns out that something had. A neighbor found him after he had a heart attack. Hospital testing led to the discovery that he had cancer throughout his entire body. He probably hadn't been to the doctor since my Grandmother had been alive. He never left the hospital after that. I was able to get one week off of work only. I visited my Grandfather several times in the hospital over the course of a few days. His room was at the end of a very long hallway with seven very large and colourful paintings. I didn't look at the paintings until the second and last day of my visit. Each painting represented one of the seven chakras. After the week was finished, I returned home and waited for the news. I wasn't into Reiki back then. I'm now a Reiki Master. Its no surprise that when I did my first session in a clinic setting he showed up in the doorway with a smile and a nod of approval. Weeks later, during a day at work I felt that familiar whoosh followed by a different sensation. I marked the time. Then again another whoosh a few hours after that, followed by a more final feeling. Again, I marked down the time. I knew what this meant. I had experienced this before. The first time was when my grandfather had decided to release. The second time was when he had crossed over. When I got home from work that day I was asked to call my Mother. Before she could tell me anything I gave her the two times and received my confirmation. It has now been about 6 years since my Grandfathers passing. I have been blessed to have received visitations from both of my grand parents, mostly bedside visits and sometimes they bring others with them. In the case of my Grandfather, he's around often. He'll just pop in and I can see that brilliant, heart melting smile of his. He appears to me as the younger man that I didn't know, except through photographs. He was a handsome man with a beautiful heart and was a very hard worker all of his life. It took me a long time to connect with my Grandmother visually. You see, when they cross over, grief is a barrier and they do not want you to experience pain, nor to identify pain with their visitation. She tried many times and it was very painful emotionally, so the connection was dropped quickly. Eventually though, the pain became less so for me. I worked very hard at healing and then finally I have been able to have a few very magical encounters. During one, she explained astral travel from the spirit side to me. This was as much of a gift as it was confirmation that she was okay. I knew that she was but really needed to feel that connection from her again. When someone you love crosses over to the other side, all that is gone is their physicality. The body is merely a casing for the soul. The soul, that essence of our being doesn't die, it simply travels home. We still have access to this love and this connection, it just changes a little bit. With time to heal, an open heart and an open mind, you can communicate with their essence again. They are only a whisper away. The communication is different however, as you are now bridging the gap between different dimensions. Its more about the subtleties and the synchronicities. Its up to you to connect the dots and to see and feel between the lines. Love to all xo Find me on FB: Healing Energy - Painted Chakras and Stairways
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