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"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," says the sweetest looking teenage boy standing in my hotel room holding a child-size box of raisins." "Who are you and how did you get into my room?", I ask. Confused by his presence the only other thing I can think to ask is "Are you dead?". No reply.
Insistent I ask, "What is your name?" "Frank", he says as he coyishly looks away. I ask him to give me a hug so I can determine if he's dead or alive. Expecting to feel nothing, the hug is solid like a living person. confusing me even further.
"You know I can see dead people, Frank?" "Yes, we've heard", as he walks through the wall and out onto the lawn area just outside my window. I see a crowd of teenagers gathered on the lawn wearing earbuds in front of their laptops. What are all these teenagers doing out at 4am I wonder.
My mind is working overtime in my groggy-altered state to figure it all out. I turn to check out the time on my phone and see it's now 4:12 AM - I realize I've just had a spirit visitation! I share my encounter with other workshop students over breakfast and discover that another group had also arrived at the hotel - Compassionate Friends, a support group for parents who've lost children. Hmmm...now that makes sense and smile in wonderment.
Later that morning in the lobby two parents are overheard reading a poem written 13 years earlier by a father who'd lost his wife and 3 year old son in a car accident.
Title of the Poem: Old Raisins. The old sticky box of raisins, his son's favorite treat, is the one item he clung to as part of his healing journey. Word about my spiritual encounter spread quickly and Frank's visitation lead to the most unlikely of connections - bringing together the mediums with the parents and their children in spirit.
On night one of the workshop, I declared the following intention: "To connect so deeply with spirit that I bring them back to life." I believe Frank heard me.
Barely out of the closet as a medium (nervously new) I am sought out by the Spirit World one evening.
"My Mother has a message for me", says a woman who seeks me out in a public venue. I don't sense any spirit is with me and shy away from the invitation despite the conviction in her voice.
"My Mother has a message for me", she insists as she approaches me again. This time is different though. I immediately feel the presence of a spirit person standing next to me. I know her Mother is there and decide to surrender to her call. I gently pull the woman aside trying to create some privacy. " Your Mother is showing me a white lily", I whisper. She begins weeping and says, "My Mother passed 4 months ago and we made a pact that whoever went first would present a white lily as our way of identifying ourselves."
Completely entranced by the connection and spirit conversation, I am unaware of my surroundings until I hear guests clamoring behind me, "Can you smell the flowers?" I return my attention to the room. The scent of lilies permeates the room. I can feel the palpable presence of love.
I will always be grateful for the demonstration of spiritual phenomena delivered by her Mother that evening.
In the midst of what I'll call a Dark Night of the Soul passage, painfully betrayed and in deep emotional despair, I cry deeply asking for help from the heavens. Exhausted, I turn in for the night.
I'm awakened at 4am by the presence of someone at my bedside. "Come with me", an angelic-looking woman says holding out her arm. I loop my arm around hers and she carries me upward through a tunnel of light.
Our journey stops and I turn and gaze into her eyes saying,. "You look very familiar to me".
"We've received your prayer", This time we're going to let you remember" she says with a sweet smile. as she gently turns me about face toward the tunnel of light.
I am now traveling through the tunnel of light intuitively knowing I'm returning to Earth. With every fiber of my being, I know, feel and hear, "YOU ARE LOVE" .
As I re-enter my bed, I am jarred out of my lucid state.. I look out into the early morning night sky and see a shooting star. My senses are extremely heightened and everything around me physically is alive with energy. The painful experience that had its grip upon me, had magically vanished and was now replaced by the presence of pure LOVE.
My dark night of the soul distress call and my angel's intervention may very well have been scripted for my awakening to fulfill my Soul's Promise - to serve as a healing medium in the world.
I am a believer . . . . . . . .
For the Love of Spirit
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