Erin, absolutely brilliant once again. Bang on.
I'd like share an experience I had about 12 yrs ago.
I'd just started doing readings and was fast track learning about the after life. For a couple of years prior to stepping out as a medium, I'd meditated every day for peace of mind and to improve my running performance. Spirit guides quickly made themselves known it seemed every corner of my life was luminous. On of my daughters opened up not long after me and we'd explore the spirit realms in private once a week. During one of our early sessions my deceased grandmother had finished conversing with us and a familiar face transfigured through my daughter and and spoke to me using my maiden name.
I recognised her immediately as my best friend from my school days who had committed suicide with anorexia when we were 18. I was in my thirties and had had several clairvoyant readings over my adult life but had never encountered Wendy and no-one had ever picked her up.
Wendy wasn't just a friend. I remember the first day she walked into my school at age 8. I can still see her walking through the school grounds with her parents. I loved her instantly and knew that we would be best friends. It was what my youngest daughter calls 'inside out' love where you are already inside the person and whatever happens happens after that, love is constant. It's totally unconditional. It's not sacraficial in any way because you know you have to always be honest and always be yourself with that person because if you are anything less, they'll know because they are inside you.
When Wendy died, she was gone. She wasn't inside me any more.
In my late twenties and early thirties I was told by a number of people that I was clairvoyant but if I was I would know where Wendy was. I would see her or feel her. But I didn't so I couldn't be.
By my late thirties I had enough other evidence to convince me it was possible and worth exploring but in the back of mind I still harboured doubt.
I had no concepts at that time of where we go or what happens after we die. I knew we still exist, but little else.
Twenty years after she'd died, she's suddenly sitting in the chair opposite me looking exactly as she had the last time I'd seen her. Her speech and manerisms were those of an 18 yr old. She was talking about people we knew and things we did as if it was yesterday. I was having search through the archives of my memories to relate to her. She taunted me about my pronounciation just like she used to when we were kids.
After picking up the threads of conversations, she went very quiet and began to plead with me to help her. She said no-one could see her. She told me about her brother and his children who she could see but they couldn't see her. She said everywhere else was dark. She started to fade out and asked if she could come back and again if I could help her. I said yes of course but felt panicked because I didn't know how.
My daughter and I closed down and later I remembered a magnetic healer I'd met, talking about some rescue work he'd done. I remembered him saying he'd asked the person to think of someone they knew who'd passed over before them. As they remembered them, the person would appear and show them the way to move on. Wendy's aunt had died when we were young so the next time she came through, I asked her to remember her. Then I saw one of my guides and her aunt standing next to her. She went with them.
Wendy was the first of many. For quite awhile afterwards she would pop in while my daughter and I were working and help other people on there way. The first time she came through, her energy was very physical and heavy. After she'd moved on, she was radiant, chatty and happy.
I've found through my work that suicide can take many forms. People opt out of life through recklessness such as drunk driving, sinking into robotic oblivion and not taking care of their health, abusing themselves and taking risks, taking risks to punish other people, and intentional carelessness caused by pain or grief.
Some get lost along the way. But for the majority of people dying is as natural as sleeping and waking.
Lallymac
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