You Are Not Alone
Having been professionally delivering readings for well over 25 years now it is always such a blessing when I am the recipient of a profound experience. Connecting with Spirit is always profound to me but as I am always focused on someone else it is completely different when it specifically happens to and for me.
As most of you are aware from my earlier blog I recently traveled to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan to spend time with my birth mother who is dying. It wasn’t a trip I wanted to take and I am sure anyone in the same circumstance would feel the same way.
I boarded my flight to Saskatoon which had a stop in Calgary, Alberta. As the plane taxied the runway I was lost in thought when suddenly I felt a distinct hand on my left shoulder. It was a comforting gesture as it was sure, strong and gave me the feeling of peace. It was telling me all was well and that I would be okay. I immediately thought of the Council of 12 and wondered why they were taking such a personal interest in me at that moment. Whatever the reason, it felt good.
After taking off from Calgary, Alberta enroute to my destination I felt the curious sensation again. This time a little stronger. I realized something was ‘up’ but had no idea what. As with any of my experiences, if they don’t make sense in the moment then I know I am to remember them as clarity comes when I least expect it.
Once in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan my thoughts, heart and focus were totally dedicated to my birth mother. Although she is now legally blind she still had enough peripheral vision to be able to catch sight of me now and then and she would say how pleased she was that I was there. When I first arrived she heard my voice but couldn’t quite connect the dots. Suddenly the light bulb went on and she cried and flailed her arms trying to reach for me. It was a moment I will never forget. It was a moment that instantly healed us on deeper levels. It was why I had made the trip. No words of apology, no pronouncements of regret, just love, acknowledgement, smiles, tears and hugs. I knew and felt our soul agreement being completed.
I returned to Victoria and readied myself for a flight to Seattle where I was to appear and deliver a group session the next day. Once in Seattle I realized how tired I was but as usual, doing the work that I do, I am always uplifted to a place where I feel better which allows me to actually do the work that I do. After the session I returned to a friend’s place where I was to stay the night. Shortly after arriving I began to feel strange. My body wasn’t cooperating and I couldn’t think straight. I decided to lay down. Once I was laying down I realized it made me nauseous so I started to sit back up and then felt a draining sensation overtake every muscle in my body. I couldn’t even lift my arms or move my legs. I broke out into a sweat and blessedly collapsed back onto the bed. I am not sure how long I laid there going in and out of consciousness but eventually my friend came into the room and found me unresponsive. Another woman who was there successfully managed to get orange juice into me and like magic I began to respond. Within a minute or two I sat up and could talk. Having low blood sugar issues all my life I am well versed in the signs of an oncoming blood sugar crash but this one was entirely different. There was no real warning other than my exhaustion.
I was tucked into bed, orange juice handy at bedside I laid staring up at the ceiling wondering what on earth was going on. Then, I remembered something that happened to me as I drifted in and out of consciousness.
At one point, I remembered being in the dark. I knew I was laying down but I was also struggling to get up. As I did so I could see my body but I could see ‘me’ coming out of my body. I would almost get free and then a strong, decisive pressure would push me back down. I tried a total of three times and each time I could see the separation occurring but the pressure would always force me back. It wasn’t unpleasant, it was just a sure, constant push back. Then I was revived.
I slept soundly that evening and upon rising the next morning I was very pleased to feel my body cooperating with me and my head, although still foggy, had a bit of clarity. I was standing in the kitchen drinking orange juice when I said to my friend, “Wow, you must have had a time on your hands to try and keep me laying down last night!” She looked at me quizzically and said “Quite the contrary! We couldn’t get you to respond at all. You never moved! You scared the stuffing out of all of us!”
Suddenly, I could feel the pressure on my left shoulder once again. A feeling of peace. Of knowing. I realized in an instant what had happened. The Council of 12 was letting me know in no uncertain terms they had my back and it was not time for me to go. Tears began to prick my eyes but I held them back. A wave of realization struck me as to how dire my situation was the night before. I turned away from my friends who were now engaged in a different conversation and I held firmly to the kitchen counter as I gazed out the window to the sky. I quietly thanked my unseen comrades-in-arms.
Once home I sought medical attention and have had the necessary blood work done to determine whether my low blood sugar issues have now turned a corner and have become diabetes. Being it is the Easter long weekend I know I am in for a long wait. It’s okay though. I am ensuring I eat properly, keep hydrated, and get the rest my body needs. I will deal with the results as they unfold.
For now, I will remain focused on my dear mother who is still lingering and may claim her freedom at any moment. I have asked the Council of 12 to be with her. I know in my heart inasmuch as they ensured I stayed, the same love and power will be at my mother’s disposal when it is her turn to separate and be free. There will be no struggle. There will be no darkness. There will only be joy and jubilation on both sides of the equation