A Magic Farewell
Sometimes I have epiphanies in my medium sessions. I want to share this one with you.
The other day, a beloved mother’s spirit came through to console her children and to revive the love they were grieving. This mom had only been gone a few months, but her communications skills were already honed. Her voice came through with clear particulars about her life.
Her two grown children acknowledged all the loving memories and descriptions that the spirit conveyed, helping to anchor their mom’s presence with us in the room. This mother’s messages and evidence connected, from the exact number of months she had been gone to her polished attire, penchant for real estate deals, specific items left behind, and her awareness of struggles in the lives of those still here.
All of this was astoundingly accurate, miraculous and magically restorative for the adult kids, but this is pretty standard in my sessions these days.
The most amazing thing to me was the occurrence at her last breath.
“She’s so proud of you.” I looked at the son and said, “You made a lot of sacrifices and hard decisions. You really grew up after she got sick.”
He pushed his glasses up on his nose and grinned. “I took care of her.”
I said, “She’s showing me that you were with her in the hospital by her bed when she died.”
He nodded, tears glistening in the depth of his big, brown eyes.
“She shows me that she had really changed at the end. The hospital was torture for you. She had lost most of her hair and half her weight. She was unconscious and couldn’t speak to you. She’s laughing at this. She says she looked like a little old man. You’d hardly recognize her.”
Again, his head bobbed in recognition, not sure whether to laugh or cry.
“And then…” I smiled at the vision she gave me of the hospital room, filled with sparkling light, spiritual recognition, and a profound sense of peace. This shower of love filled the emptiness. “Something holy happened in there because of you.” His eyes glazed over. I squinted, searching for words. “Something lovely. Did you bless her?”
He shook his head. Clearly, he had no idea what his mother was trying to say.
“Ah,” I blurted. “You gave her permission to leave?”
Water filled his eyes. He nodded.
I thought, what a hero this son had been, to care for her and then to release her this way, so selflessly honoring her eternal spirit.
In that instant, the air seemed aglow. Love connected everything and there was nothing empty there.
“That was HUGE. Thank you for that,” I said, stunned at the revelation.
Recognition flashed in his eyes. He sniffed and said, “She died a few minutes later.”
Here was this recently departed mother, sharing her most vulnerable, tender and profound moment of final transformation. And here we were, strangers, embraced in her luminous eternal spirit, unquestionably relieved of the pressure that had lingered after her death.
So, that loving conversation gave me a powerful insight to share. When we can permit the souls of our loved ones to fly, it’s one of the greatest blessings for all.
with blessings to you,
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