When people pass over......

Dawn this morning at Labartere

When people pass over it is a sad time for those they leave behind. They think of the person now not in life, and wish them back with them still. And yet that person who has died has not finished their life, they have just changed dimensions, that's all.

How can I say such a thing? Because my experience has given me such a knowledge. That at a concert last Saturday, moments before I went on stage with the choir I accompany on the piano, I asked my Mum and Dad to give me the courage to play well. It was a huge theatre we were in, and the stage easily seated a ninety piece orchestra, and I was going to stand at a keyboard and play the accompaniment to only one of the nine songs that our little choir was going to sing, so really it was not such a big thing to do, only it was for me, because there were a lot of people watching the concert and I didn't want to let the choir down, and it was my first time of doing so........

I have never asked Mum and Dad for help in that way. Normally I send my thoughts up to the Universe, never to family members who have passed over. But on this occasion I did. And I did manage to play the song alright, despite playing a C major chord at the beginning of the piece instead of the expected D major. Fortunately my error was brought to my attention by Juliette, our conductor, sending me a questioning glance. But I didn't panic, just smiled at the audience, Juliette, and the choir, and carried on. No use to get into a fluff when one makes a mistake. Better to move on quickly and get the job done. Then afterwards one can get cross at one's self, perhaps even indulging in a moment of belated panic, but at least the original is spared.

The concert was a big event. And as I watched the rest of the concert Mum and Dad came to me, coming in on the upper left. In the air they were, but not to be seen as if in real life though, but clairvoyantly, which means that although they could not be seen in human terms, (so no one else present could have seen them) the extra sensitivity of clairvoyance enabled me to do just that.

But was it my imagination? No, because Mum and Dad appeared arm in arm, looking the same as they did the day they got married, when they were young, when the years were still before them. They looked smooth faced, happy, and at peace. I could never have imagined them looking like that. My memory of them is of how they were just before they died, their faces showing the years they had got behind them. That is how I know that there is somewhere we go to when we pass over.

Where is that place? Some call it 'Heaven', and I suppose it is in a way because there is not the stress which accompanies life as a human being in that environment. But my experience says that it is a place which is indefinable to our human selves, that it is a completely different type of existence, that when we die we leave our human self here, but that there is an energy which is the 'soul energy', which does the actual 'passing over'. That is all I shall say at the moment, because this is a complicated subject which I understand with my senses rather than by my intellect, but the reality of our existence here on Earth is far more that the limitations imposed on us by our human way of thinking. (If you would like to read more about the cycle of life, then please go here.)

There was a time when I didn't have this knowledge, when I did not have the awareness that my psychic self now does, when I was in my thirties. And I remember my Nan dying, and the great hole this left in my life, and of how the crying pain burnt deep within my heart such that it was almost a physical pain. I did cry the pain out eventually. I did heal. When my father died some years later I coped better, although my life at that time was tangled up like a ball of knotted string as I had life lesson, after life lesson, after life lesson, to learn, but was becoming more intuitive and psychically aware as a result. And I remember standing in the florist's shop preparing to buy the flowers for his funeral when quite clearly, coming in on my left ear, my Dad said, 'Send Mum some flowers from me'. So I stood there with my mouth open, not knowing what to say or do. But under this instruction from my now passed over father, I did just that. I sent her some red roses. But what to say on the attached note? Just: "Dad asked me to send these to you just before he died". They must have come as a surprise to her. I don't think she ever quite forgave me. But I had to do what he wanted. Could I have imagined his voice? Absolutely not, because for years my father had hardly said a word to me. It has only since he has passed over that he and I are no longer estranged, but that is for me to tell you about another time.

I know that when I pass over I shall go gracefully. And I hope that my words have given you some comfort about the nature of life, that if you have someone dear to you who you have 'lost' through death, be glad that once they were with you in their human form, but know that they are still with you. So when you think you feel their presence, you are not imagining it. Speak to them as if they are still in life as you once knew them, and be glad that they are still with you. They still love you, and are still as they used to be but without the difficulties attached to living life as a human being.

(You can read more about what I have written here)

The dawning of a new day here at Labartere,

I hope that your day is full of light, love and peace.

God bless you,

Vx