It’s easy to be sad when we think of our losses, but any medium will tell you that every ending can actually be a new beginning, and that we can always celebrate our loved ones.
Last summer, for example, I read at a very large family reunion – in a tent full of mosquitoes by a remote lake in Connecticut. Kids were screaming and running around. Sad looking, sun-burnt men stood around and drank beer. Several of them looked downright mean. One gave me a sneer.
The woman who hired me rushed me in front of a handful of half-interested people.
In spite of rustling people and random picnic sounds, I instantly connected with some of the family members in spirit, translating their heavenly help and evidence of identification to the breathing. (And I say “the breathing” because to me, the dead are sometimes more alive than we are!)
The father in spirit remarked about his wealth, his planes, other assets, and the fights over the inheritance he had left. Some of these people had turned on one another in their moments of greed. I hoped they wouldn’t turn the knives to me after I revealed these secrets. Indeed, this patriarch in spirit tried to console them from spirit, but the damage was done.
The mood could not have gotten any more grave.
Imagine how refreshing it was when this departed man’s wayward daughter showed herself to me in a burst of jubilant, sparkling beauty from the spirit realm.
Her presence imparted the slightly ticklish tingle of champagne bubbles beneath the nostrils.
Despite the humid heavy atmosphere, a visible shiver ran through the group of sisters as they suddenly got goose bumps of recognition. Turns out, I was describing her perfectly.
A few of the women were her nieces. That same straight, red hair proved the relationship.
With a wink and a smile, this super-spunky spirit had me emphasize her own shocking good looks (superior to theirs, of course). This spirit even had me single out her “more uptight” brother, who stood nearby.
Naturally, she also relayed evidence in personal stories and shared family traits as well as some guiding messages for family members.
“Well?” One of the more feisty nieces shouted, jerking her head toward me, arms crossed. “What’s she doing over there?”
With her question in mind, I turned back to the spirit.
The red-head held up a martini, smiled, and produced a humungous, Vegas-style feather fan, which she waved excitedly in front of her body and over her head. Then the spirit kicked up her legs and shimmied, flapper-style!
Beaming with joy, I relayed the vision of her with renewed enthusiasm for the job.
Happily, the women smiled with delightful recognition, nodding in acknowledgment of their frolicking aunt.
“She says they’re having a party,” I said.
The niece nodded. “That’s her, all right.”
In spite of the sad state of things, we were all inspired by that dancing display of joy from heaven.
Now, that’s what I call an authentic celebration of spirit!