Have you ever heard people say—”spirit told me this…” or “my guardian angel told me that”…? How about the responses…. ” SO WHAT.” “Are you crazy?” “What are you talking about?” “Big deal.” “What does it matter anyway?” “So.” So! What’s the big deal! WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL!!Well, I tell you –it is a big deal - a very big deal. Why? Before I begin to answer, let me ask you a question: Can you imagine the “sweet breath” of spirit spilling light into your soul? Or felt the soft gentle touch of an angel when you were frightened or alone? Have you ever cried out in pain, pleading for relief when suddenly you realize the agony is gone? If you can say yes to any of these, then you already know why it is such a big deal.
Life after life is a concept that is unbelievably foreign to many, many people. However, to the Spiritualist or Metaphysician, life after life is the light at the end of the road, the fulfillment of God’s promise of a kingdom existing beyond the physical world we experience day after day. It is a reality we can experience now, while still in this physical world. Think about it for a minute. Why would something as grand as the spirit of man simply terminate forever? Why should something as powerful and searching as the “mind” just cease? How could something as non-physical as the mind simply terminate? Is this our living link to the divine matrix of All That Is? Scientists tells us that matter does not cease to exist, it merely changes form. Is this true of thoughts? If the brain is a physical organ, then what is the mind?
For thousands and thousands of years man, in one form or another, has accepted “higher forms of life” …angels, deities, saints, etc. Many Catholics in the world accept visions and messages from the Blessed Mother Mary as fact. The Christian Bible speaks of Jesus appearing before and speaking with his disciples, after his crucifixion. If you recall, the Bible also tells us that Thomas had to touch the wounds of Jesus to be sure this truly was his master risen from the dead. Native American’s actively seek Great Spirit and personal spirit communication to enhance their earth walk with activities such as Vision Quests. The Buddhist actively seeks growth through communion with spirit via meditation. Then there are Hindu, and Polynesian, and Shinto belief systems of ancestor worship, based on the understanding that honoring one’s ancestors brings help, abundance, and the prospect of a better life—now.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the picture. All these people were looking for HELP to get through the life they walk in every day. Whether they could or could not hear, see, or speak to these “spirits” the fact is that they accepted that they COULD be heard and something GOOD would be brought to them. They accepted not only that spirit does speak, but also that spirit would actively participate in their lives.
When my Dad passed away, I never had the opportunity to say goodbye. I lived in Georgia and he lived in Connecticut. Not an unusual situation. It happens to lots of people. Life being life, one day I received the call that I dreaded in the dark recesses of my fears and I was grief stricken. He was gone and I never got to say “I love you” or “Thanks for being there whenever I needed you” or simply “goodbye.” After that call parts of my life died just as surely as my Dad had. With a child, husband and a job, stuffing my grief and sorrow somewhere deep inside so I could carry on with the business of life quickly was expected. That expectation had a very steep price.
Many times I woke up with a start in the middle of the night because I dreamt I saw my Dad standing next to my bed. I could feel his bright gray eyes looking at me. I thought I dreamt it. I did just dream it? Didn’t I? Each experience was so real it was painful. I wanted to cry…but couldn’t. I just stuffed those emotions deeper and deeper…and the price to renew that storage multiplied.
After years and years of this same “dream”…I had the ultimate experience…my father finally spoke to me…not in a dream…not in the dark…but in the light of day… I heard my Dad tell me it was ok…tell me he was ok……It was real. It wasn’t when I was half awake or half asleep. It wasn’t a dream or a vision. It was REAL. Can you imagine the emotion when he spoke to me and said, “Where is my daughter? Where is my Suzy? I know she is here. My Suzy, it’s ok, I’m ok.” And I could feel the rush of love from him. Really feel it. In a flash my life changed again….
From that point I began healing those old wounds of grief and loss and opening internal doors that I had kept so firmly locked for so many years. It’s funny. I always thought I was moving forward. Yet, for all those years I hadn’t been able to pursue two of my life’s passions—writing and sketching. My creative flow—well it had simply ceased, hidden behind one of those locked doors deep inside of me. Then with those few words, “My Suzy, it’s ok. I’m ok,” the floodgates opened! I was returning to synchronicity with the Universe I had allowed myself to doubt for so many years. Hearing my Dad reaching out to me from the world of spirit changed my life in a most beautiful way.
Again, I didn’t hear this in my head, or in a dream, and I wasn’t alone. I was visiting Camp Chesterfield with a couple of friends in the early 90’s. We decided to attend a public demonstration of mediumship in the cathedral. I was able to hear my Dad through the mediumship of one of the wonderful accomplished mediums at Camp Chesterfield in Indiana. Understand me. I was not the only one who heard my Dad.
Ah. Do you hear the rustle of doubt in your brain? Perhaps the objections of a discerning doubter? It is ok. I consider discernment of supreme importance. However, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was hearing from my Dad….because he called me Suzy. No one else in the world called me Suzy. He never called me Donna or Donna Sue. It was always Suzy. The medium delivering the séance had never met me, and no one even knew my Dad’s pet name for me. It was one of those things I kept tucked away, deep in some recess of my heart.
I surely don’t want any misunderstandings about this incredible phenomena. The voice coming through the medium didn’t sound like my Dad. Actually, the medium was a woman. However, the personality was unmistakably my Dad. The Greek accent was my Dad. I felt my Dad’s energy as strong as if he had been sitting next to me.
I am a medium, which means I communicate with spirit, and my mother, who is now in spirit, was also a medium. Actually, I can’t remember when I didn’t see, hear, taste, or feel spirit. None of this process was unusual to me. I had discoursed with spirit guidance for years…for which I hold great gratitude. Yet, this simple natural function of hearing the living spirit of my Dad made a profound change in my life. That simple act is part of the reason I pursued the ministry and became publicly active with my ability to communicate with the world of spirit. Think about it - I knew about spirit communication, my belief system fostered spirit communication, spirit communication was an integral part of everyday life, so this was not a new concept or practice for me…I knew all these things…and yet, that one simple act of communication had changed the direction of my life!
Now to get back to my original point…
Once you have an experience with the loving spirit world, life changes in so many ways some subtle, and some not so subtle. For one thing, fear of death is just GONE. For another, your heart opens to a NEW level of love and understanding as you begin to realize that what you do does matter in the grand scheme of the Universe. New meaning and understanding appear in everyday things. Sounds really corny doesn’t it? But it’s true.
Now, does this happen overnight? It could. It might.
So you see, it does matter that we can see, hear, and feel spirit. It matters because that simple, natural process is a resource for living life; a resource available to anyone, a resource that is part of God’s plan and governed by Natural Law, a resource older than time. When you pray, aren’t you hoping that someone or something “hears” you? What do you expect in response?
We live in a world resplendent with resource, and to bring us this help…SPIRIT SPEAKS.
Are you listening?