On Memorial Day – A Transformational Series Day
Ah!! Where do I begin to reflect upon my conversations with the so-called dead? So much to tell, so many happenings that gives me pause to take my life seriously and contemplate my time on the planet. The dead has shown me a lot, taught me a lot and there is never a dull moment in the lessons they have to impact upon the so-called living.
Truly, when I am visited by clients who are grieving their loved ones, I wished I could remind them that our bodies are simply envelopes/contraptions for the real person trapped inside a body. I wished to tell them that they but weep for themselves and maybe unconsciously, the missed opportunities, the unfortunate implications of people’s actions, their thoughts and deeds awaiting them on the other side. I wished to tell them that there is no death because we are created in truth as eternal beings.
Many repentant souls are awaiting an opportunity to make up for what they had done and failed to do during their time on the earth plane and likewise, many a souls lifted up to luminous heights by the heavenly hosts and a cause for celebration of one more soul saved.
A conversation with my father on the other side
When my father passed away many years ago, I cried and shook my head in despair. My tears were not because he was gone and I would miss his body. Far from it. I had seen the ghost of my grandmother and knew he would only be appearing in another form. What saddened me was the missed opportunities and a deep curiosity about a life I knew well. I knew of his words, behaviors and actions. I knew of the pain he brought on others and the manner in which he raised his children. I knew that his material belongings, businesses and name plates, fought for by other siblings who unknown to them, carry on a legacy most likely to taint the soul.
Many faithful days where I saw him but he could not get close to me. There was an invisible wall that kept him back but did not hinder my ability to sense communication and insight. On one occasion, he asked me to forgive him, but I thought to myself, if only I knew and understood the extend of what had been done to me and the many others. How do I forgive what I truly did not understand? and after that forgiveness, will my essence be restored back to me? That he could not promise—- much of his actions were tied up with other living relatives unrepentant about their collaborations with him and still hell bend on continuing their egotistical and evil propensities. I could make no promises to speak words of truth to them and I wanted no involvement with them except in truth and light. Which means there will be no attachments or cords between us.
It is best as I contemplated these issues, to focus my mind on my heavenly father, to seek the luminous heights with all my heart and soul, that I may be freed from the shackles of ancestral ties.
What lessons might we Learn from the dead?
Would we not profit by the experiences of others and to weigh well the evidence for and against the possibility that spirits return?
And even though the Christian and Catholic faiths and all new agers purport to promote a gospel of mercy, and the fake assumption that the universal principle is lenient on sinners. We are ill advised to consider this corrosive beliefs.
Do you know what it is to suffer all the pangs of an awakened conscience? Have you seen that path of bitter tears, of weary effort, which the soul must climb if it would return to God? Do you realize what it means to undo, step by step, through years of darkness and suffering and bitter anguish of soul, the sinful acts and words and thoughts of an earthly lifetime?
The dead tell me— even the most miniscule thought must be accounted for and our debt be paid; each must drink to the last dregs the cup that he has filled. Can you imagine what it is like to hover around the earth in helpless, hopeless impotence, beholding the bitter curse of sins committed working their baneful effects upon the descendants you have left, with the taint of your past lurking in their blood and poisoning it?
To know that each of these tainted lives—all these beings cursed with evil propensities ere they were born—have become a charge upon your conscience in so far as you have contributed to make them what they are, clogs which will continue to drag back your soul when it attempts to rise, until you shall have made due atonement to them, and helped to raise them from that slough into which your unbridled passions have contributed to sink them?
Do you understand now how and why there may be spirits working still about the earth who died hundreds of years ago? Can you imagine how a spirit must feel who seeks from the grave to call aloud to others, and especially to those he has betrayed to their ruin as well as his own, and finds that all ears are deaf to his words, all hearts are closed to his cries of anguish and remorse? He cannot now undo one foolish or revengeful act. He cannot avert one single consequence of suffering which he has brought upon others or himself; an awful wall has risen, a great gulf opened between him and the world of living men on earth, and unless some kind hand will bridge it over for him and help him to return and speak with those whom he has wronged, even the confession of his sorrow—even such tardy reparation as he may still make is denied to him. And is there, then, no need that those who have passed beyond the tomb should return and warn their brothers?
Are humans on earth so good that they require no voice to echo to them from beyond the gates of death a foreshadowing of the fate awaiting them?
Still, many hide behind evil institutions, roles, jobs and careers that have caused irreparable harm to others. Gullible and reckless in their treatment of others but in the back of their minds, they know what awaits them.
Be rest assured, no one has an excuse on the other side.
