What it is like to be on the other side?
To this day, I continue to be amazed at how readily available most loved ones that have crossed over, connect with us to confirm they are fine, happy in the light of the creator. They do often offer a message that the sitter will be able to understand as confirmation of their on-going connection from the other side. This brings us great joy and awareness that we are all one.
I was doing a reading for one of my clients. Her mother just recently passed away she had had a long 2 year bout with cancer in her bones and her husband had just died of a heart condition all this within the last 4 years of her life.
In our session, She stated that when she was alive she was afraid of dying and would lie there wondering what if would be like to leave the body. She knew her husband was waiting for her on the other side. She sometimes mentioned to her daughter Paula who was taking care of her in her home, that she felt his presence and the presence of her mother close to her. When she came through she said the other side is like veils of light that she was with her Soul body the larger part of her essence and she seemed to know more than she did in her personality as Juana. She was coming across as wise and certain of her self; this was not one of her personality traits while living. She was tied to her husband authority over her. Now over there on the other side she was full of love and wisdom and also self love which she seemed to lack in her life. The veils of light allow the soul to communicate value of emotions and intentions. To me they appeared as very white with a hint of pastel colors.
In another recent communication with Mike who had taken his life by taking an overdose of drugs. His first words to his brother were, “please forgive me for being so selfish and self centered in that I worried everyone. Please forgive me.” He showed us that he had not quite actually passed over. The Angel of the Light the guardian who comes to show the soul the way was not there yet I had to help to invoke its presence then it was there. I had to get Mike to see that through his own forgiveness he could move forward and let go of the incarnation. He said he was in a waiting area. He felt like he was in a purgatory yet it was self imposed not imposed by any other authority. He was most happy to communicate with his brother and gave evidence that it was truly he speaking. He gave me psychic impressions about two women who had been important in his life one a good person with short light brown hair who was trying to help him and the other a dark long haired women who urged him on to his self destruction. His brother confirmed the women he described from the other side.
In the past as a child and as an adult, after I openned up to my spiritual calling, at night I would have spirit visitors come to me this always happened especially when I moved into a new home and also when I visited other’s friends homes. I was ghost busting without knowing I was doing that. This happened when I visited Manchester by the Sea in Mass. when I visited my friend Sonia. I was sleeping it was around midnight I started hearing like a whole parade of people marching outside the home and what I saw when I looked psychically was an impression of all the residents of the area circa 1600’s all dressed up in their finery walking the town at night, they were all in white light. I could “see” they were all the old colonists.
Then later that same night I was awakened by an older women who was dressed in the period clothing of the aristocrates around 1600’s and she sat in the chair in front of me and said in a very refined queen’s english “would you like to have some tea”. I shot up out of bed and went to get my friend who was sleeping in the other room and tell her about her ghost landlady. That home was very old colonial structure that she lived in and the town was haunted at night. She fortuneatly moved out of there the following month and I never visited after that event.
When I moved to the southwest, I had a lot of spirit activity came into my room while living in Flagstaff, AZ. Onenight a small Indian boy around 8 years old he wore a white canvas type cloth shirt and pants like we see in the Mexican Spanish War. He showed me images of the way in which he was hung on a tree and tortured by these sadistic Spanish soldiers during the 1800’s. I became acutely aware of his pain and felt tension in my chest and body as the images poured into my mind as I was seeing the torture. Quickly, I prayed to the Christ light to take him out of his pain and move him along to the other side. And I did a clearing on the energy around the place where I was living. He was likely a Navaho. The white clothing was symbolic that he was in spirit. Those nights were filled with other spirit visitors mostly hang on entities that wanted to be helped on to the other side. I would clear them and send them off through prayer and invocation of the light to surround them. They knew I was an open channel and came in like they were lining up along the hallway to my room. It was scary for me to be in this position of attracting this type of connection with them. I would wake up almost in a trance seeing them feeling their energies receiving their stories. It was draining and uncomfortable. I would wake up in a panic. Finally I got some help from a Master Homeopath who gave me a remedy that helped me to sort of shut down my field so that I could get some sleep. Now a days I don’t have as many problems with mediumship as I did in the beginning; now I understand so much more about the dimensions.
In one of my “crossing over sessions” I was just finishing up with the dearly departed’s message when suddenly this beautiful powerful angel presence appeared as if coming in through an etheric window and said, “I am Sandalphon” his energy was a pinkish abstract angel shape and the most peaceful yet powerful presence of spiritual love I’ve witnessed it blew me away in awe and reverence for this sacred blessing.
On a trip to Vermont with my partner back in 1984, we visited his sister’s home for Christmas. She had said she felt the house was haunted by a young girl. That night while sleeping I was awakened by a force in the room. I woke up and looked at the end of the bed was a teenager brown hair angel with a lite torch in his arm offering to me to take it. I was in shock and shook my head saying you do not exist. I don’t remember anything else except waking up the next morning the light on the mantle over the fireplace was left on.