I was giving messages to the congregation at a Spiritualist church and described the spirit of a frail, white-haired fellow with his eyes closed in a hospital bed. The manís energy felt like drawing breath was exhausting. But he wasnít in pain. He was at peace and was comfortable knowing that his soul was in transition to the next life. Spirit then showed me a garnet ring on his finger.
"Does anyone know this gentleman?" I asked hopefully. The roomís silence told me nobody wanted to accept this dying man.
Itís not unusual for me to feel the presence of someone whoís in the process of passing over. Depending on the circumstance, individuals who are getting ready to leave their body behind permanently often allow their soul to "explore" the afterlife by meeting with their loved ones who have already passed into spirit. Iíve also found this happens with Alzheimerís patients who are in the last stage of dementia.
I refused to take "No" for an answer.
Okay, címon, guys, I mentally egged by guides. Help me with this one. Guide me to the person who needs to hear this messageÖ
My eyes went to a grey-haired woman with tightly rolled curls sitting at the back of the room. As I approached her, she smiled up at me with an amused, yet puzzled expression. I asked her, "Did any of what I said make any sense to you?"
She leaned forward. "Iím so sorry," she said softly, with a trace of a Russian accent. "Could you please repeat what you said? Iím not hearing too good."
A warmth spread through my chest, and I knew I was with the right person. In a louder voice, I described the elderly man to her, and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes!" she said, and her face filled with a rosy glow. "My husband Johann. We married 63 years! We are going to visit him in hospital after church. We," she said, gesturing to the younger man sitting beside her, "came to pray for his peaceful passing."
"Your prayers are being answered, and Johann wants to thank you for that," I told her.
Now that the connection was made, he Johann came in stronger. "Someoneís telling me his transition is going to be peaceful. In fact, heís already talking with his relatives on the other side." I concentrated on an image of the man and a woman who were visiting Johann in spirit. "Heís a big man with a thick mustache, and thereís dirt under his fingernails. And heís very proud of that. Sheís very close to him, quiet, and half his size."
"Yes!" She said happily. Tears were in her eyes. "That sounds like my husbandís mother and father."
I almost felt like crying myself as I repeated Johannís thoughts: "Your husband wants you to know that heís very thankful you visit him and pray for his painless departure from this world. He also wants to thank you for marrying him. You are a good companion, and he loves you very much."
"Oh, bless you," the woman said, wiping her eyes with a white cotton handkerchief. "Iím so happy to know he did not suffer. Good to know family there waiting for him. My hope is when it my time, he be there, waiting for me."
I assured her that was the case that we never go home alone. Still, itís always comforting to hear reassuring words Ė how love survives our physical life and loving spirits will welcome us and walk with us as we enter eternity.