Losing people you love can make anyone feel crazy at times. Thinking that you may be hearing, feeling and receiving from them after they're gone, well that phenomena, it takes the feeling crazy to an entirely new level. At first I thought it was just a survival technique to cope after Thomas passed. A game I was playing in my head to keep the conversations going this winter. This, despite the fact that I've already come to accept that I receive information randomly for others close to me from their loved ones. It's never been detailed communication though. Up to now it's been feelings, a few words or gestures. A nudge to reach out to whomever to check in on them. I was comfortable with it because I could explain it.
Then the oh shit, how do I explain THIS moment happened. Well, the first one at least. A phone call. A lengthy conversation with the family of a friend (Whom I didn't know before the person we both knew left us). One of the first questions asked of me was if my deceased friend had confided in me about an incident eight months earlier between himself and this family member. No, he had not. However, since his passing, I had received a request that I didn't really understand from him and frankly was unwilling to do for him in its entirety. Sitting in my office having this deep conversation, I couldn't believe what was was being told to me. This fragile and sad person, I wanted so badly to tell her what he'd asked me to do after he passed as she shared the story, but I couldn't. I was frozen in fear and in utter and unbelieveable shock. I wasn't losing my mind afterall. Wow, just wow. Eventually we ended the call and all I could do was sit in silence with teary eyes mouthing the words thank you. Thank you my dear friend for letting me know I'm not losing it.
What was exactly that he did want from me? He wanted me to send her flowers on a specific upcoming Holiday and write on the note that he was "sorry about last year's" (the last one between them). I agreed to take her flowers but I told him (if he was in fact really communicating with me telepathically) that there was NO WAY I'm going there with her with the apology. It just wasn't my place to do so and I didn't want to cross that comfort river into the unknown. I had no knowledge of what had transpired between them just 8 months before he passed. Yet here she was on the phone affirming the why behind his request.
Mother's Day Sunday would come, wherein I was to take her the flowers (and withholding the message), only to find her leaving town in her new toy for a view of the ocean. At some point I hope to find the courage to sit her down and tell her about his visits since passing. How she will receive it isn't for me to question, I know this. I just have to find the courage to honor his place in our lives and open that door, to let her know beyond a shadow of any doubt that he does in fact live on. For all I know, she's reading these very words and has already placed it together that I'm speaking about them.
It was the first time since Thomas passed that I realized that maybe I really WAS getting information from Thomas and others on their side of existence. Yes, I knew things had been moved in my home unexplainably, just as I knew of others who have this phenomenon. Despite the same, I was in resistance to what was going on with myself.
The second incident was sitting in my car talking with a girl I barely knew after a mutual friend's funeral. Talking about our friend, he was all of a sudden there, loud and clear, giving me cold chills in the hot sunlight, making my heart race, my stomach flip and dumping word after word into my mind for her. I'd never had that happen before. I trusted her enough though in that moment to just blurt it all out and not fear judgment for the same. I left that memorial service forever shifted into a new reality of what was possible. It's one thing to watch others proclaim to be mediums, it's an entirely different thing to have it happen in your own life. Indeed, holy shit balls, did that just really happen to us?
Then came two separate incidents of a personality I didn't know here popping in for a dear and close friend. Both times it happened while traveling in the car with him and both times my friend also received in how own way as well. These two incidents also created severe physical symptoms (similar to what some would term an anxiety attack) during the exchange of information and the second happened to occur at a time when my close friend felt comfortable enough to reach out to this guy's mother.
My friend wanted to make sense of all that was pouring out of me. Some of it he could explain on his own and affirm, the rest of it he had to deliver to her to connect the dots. Boy did she ever connect those dots. He was blown away. I was blown away and it was from that point forward that I decided that I seriously wasn't losing my mental capacities. That something else was going on and that I just needed to learn to accept it and if possible, control it. I wasn't scared. I wasn't anxious. I was just kinetically overwhelmed with that person's energy. As my friend said, "he was as strong in death as he was in life." Sure, if that's how you explain it.
Bottom line, Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.
Copyright ©2014 Nita Clewis All rights reserved. For personal use only. Commercial use without permission of the author is not allowed. Sharing with friends and family is warmly welcomed.
Then the oh shit, how do I explain THIS moment happened. Well, the first one at least. A phone call. A lengthy conversation with the family of a friend (Whom I didn't know before the person we both knew left us). One of the first questions asked of me was if my deceased friend had confided in me about an incident eight months earlier between himself and this family member. No, he had not. However, since his passing, I had received a request that I didn't really understand from him and frankly was unwilling to do for him in its entirety. Sitting in my office having this deep conversation, I couldn't believe what was was being told to me. This fragile and sad person, I wanted so badly to tell her what he'd asked me to do after he passed as she shared the story, but I couldn't. I was frozen in fear and in utter and unbelieveable shock. I wasn't losing my mind afterall. Wow, just wow. Eventually we ended the call and all I could do was sit in silence with teary eyes mouthing the words thank you. Thank you my dear friend for letting me know I'm not losing it.
What was exactly that he did want from me? He wanted me to send her flowers on a specific upcoming Holiday and write on the note that he was "sorry about last year's" (the last one between them). I agreed to take her flowers but I told him (if he was in fact really communicating with me telepathically) that there was NO WAY I'm going there with her with the apology. It just wasn't my place to do so and I didn't want to cross that comfort river into the unknown. I had no knowledge of what had transpired between them just 8 months before he passed. Yet here she was on the phone affirming the why behind his request.
Mother's Day Sunday would come, wherein I was to take her the flowers (and withholding the message), only to find her leaving town in her new toy for a view of the ocean. At some point I hope to find the courage to sit her down and tell her about his visits since passing. How she will receive it isn't for me to question, I know this. I just have to find the courage to honor his place in our lives and open that door, to let her know beyond a shadow of any doubt that he does in fact live on. For all I know, she's reading these very words and has already placed it together that I'm speaking about them.
It was the first time since Thomas passed that I realized that maybe I really WAS getting information from Thomas and others on their side of existence. Yes, I knew things had been moved in my home unexplainably, just as I knew of others who have this phenomenon. Despite the same, I was in resistance to what was going on with myself.
The second incident was sitting in my car talking with a girl I barely knew after a mutual friend's funeral. Talking about our friend, he was all of a sudden there, loud and clear, giving me cold chills in the hot sunlight, making my heart race, my stomach flip and dumping word after word into my mind for her. I'd never had that happen before. I trusted her enough though in that moment to just blurt it all out and not fear judgment for the same. I left that memorial service forever shifted into a new reality of what was possible. It's one thing to watch others proclaim to be mediums, it's an entirely different thing to have it happen in your own life. Indeed, holy shit balls, did that just really happen to us?
Then came two separate incidents of a personality I didn't know here popping in for a dear and close friend. Both times it happened while traveling in the car with him and both times my friend also received in how own way as well. These two incidents also created severe physical symptoms (similar to what some would term an anxiety attack) during the exchange of information and the second happened to occur at a time when my close friend felt comfortable enough to reach out to this guy's mother.
My friend wanted to make sense of all that was pouring out of me. Some of it he could explain on his own and affirm, the rest of it he had to deliver to her to connect the dots. Boy did she ever connect those dots. He was blown away. I was blown away and it was from that point forward that I decided that I seriously wasn't losing my mental capacities. That something else was going on and that I just needed to learn to accept it and if possible, control it. I wasn't scared. I wasn't anxious. I was just kinetically overwhelmed with that person's energy. As my friend said, "he was as strong in death as he was in life." Sure, if that's how you explain it.
Bottom line, Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore.
Copyright ©2014 Nita Clewis All rights reserved. For personal use only. Commercial use without permission of the author is not allowed. Sharing with friends and family is warmly welcomed.
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