Even talking with the dead can get a little "ho hum" if you do it enough. I stopped posting because I didn't seem to be coming up with new inroads into what was going on with our deceased.
The other day, though, I had fun with a charming woman who wanted to connect with her sister, who had passed on several months ago. She died from a painful and disfiguring disease that dragged on.
The dead woman, Muriel, was in her mid fifties, much loved and with a delightful sense of humor. Muriel showed up immediately and was still very much connected to her sister, who was sitting on my couch. The living sister, Mary, had felt her often, so she was not surprised when Muriel popped in right next to her.
Here's the part that was different from most. Once Muriel was anchored in and Mary and she were exchanging waves of love from their hearts, Muriel showed me she was in what I call, The Spa.
The Spa, or the Virtual Reality Chamber, seems to be a place where those who have been severely debilitated from the ravages of disease and the drugs to get through it, go to rest and rebuild. Often their spirit body appears fragmented as well, as if they need to regroup, to pull themselves together once again. Muriel appeared to be in one of these places. Everything was just fine, but she wanted to get on with her life, body or no body.
Here's the fun part. Normally when someone is in The Spa, they tune in to their loved ones on earth and at the same time draw into themselves healing energy. They go with the program. Muriel had other ideas. She kept showing me a fairy energy, like Disney's Tinkerbell. Fluttering her wings, she scissored her legs with her little green ballet slippers, to carry her up and out through the window into her new life, all the while giggling at her wonderful feat. With the exuberance she showed in life, she shared herself today, that same joy-to-know woman who died way too young for those who loved her.
The best part was what Mary explained after the reading. I was a little baffled with all this fairy energy. Mary was delighted. A few months before Muriel died, the two sisters had gone to a Fairy Festival, where little girls dressed up in fancy dresses with their mothers. Where else, but in Southern California where we live? The two sisters had spent a joyful day together only a month or two before Muriel passed on.
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