In my work as a medium, people often bring their deceased loved ones with them when they come to see me (whether they know it or not!). Perhaps the deceased person recognizes the possibility of communicating with the living through me. I don’t really understand this with my conscious mind. I only know it’s wonderful to be able to help people in this way. Certainly, it brings peace to both the living and those who are deceased.
A woman in her eighties came to see me a few years ago for a clairvoyant reading. She began by describing a recent dream: she is in a dilapidated, dark house with faded oak paneling. She doesn’t like the house because, as she says, “I like houses with lots of light.” Going into trance, I realize there are four “ghosts” (or “spirits”) in the house, three women in one room and the ghost of a man who seems especially dark. He is standing by a stairway leading down into darkness. She realizes it’s the spirit of her husband, Charlie, who died many years ago. She is frightened of Charlie and the basement, and especially the darkness.
Turning her attention to the three female spirits, she realizes she must help them cross over. I’m surprised, because I didn’t know she had this ability. The first one leaves quite easily with a loud, powerful “whoosh” The other two are more difficult, but she helps them, too.
As I’m listening, it becomes obvious that Charlie, her deceased husband, needs my attention. Evidentially, he had a heart attack and there was some trouble at the hospital. They didn’t do everything they could have done to save him and he died. Just then, the spirit of Charlie appears directly in front of me. He seems to be listening to the telling of her dream, too. He sends me the telepathic impression that he is really angry about what happened at the hospital. Now it’s apparent he has not accepted the fact that he is dead. Maybe he doesn’t even know he died.
As I begin to go deeper into trance, Charlie looks over his shoulder, smiles at me mischievously, and waves his hand to indicate he wants me to follow him down into the basement. I go willingly, curiously. Even though my client seems frightened, I’m not…because I know we are protected.
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, I realize it is not a physical basement as on the earth plane, but rather an energy field in the fourth dimension (or astral plane) that Charlie has created for himself. The basement looks like any workshop you might find on Earth. There are tools, tables, nails, and hammers. As Charlie walks around, he waves his hand as if to welcome me into his “workshop.”
Now I understand for certain that he doesn’t know he’s dead, and that possibly the experiences surrounding his death in the hospital have prevented his spirit from crossing over into the Light. Should I help him? I wonder. At this point, I’m thinking maybe I should just leave him where he is. Then Spirit lets me know by showing me the energy portal that is opening above Charlie’s head. He notices it, too, almost immediately and seems enthusiastic. Perhaps he is bored after being alone in a dark basement for forty-five years!
When I point it out to Charlies, he smiles at me and begins to move closer to the portal. As he moves towards it, energy objects that look like shadows fall away from him. I don’t know what they represent, but I presume he needs to let go of them before his final departure. Above the portal, an energy vortex begins to swirl and Charlie is drawn to it. Rising up gently towards the brilliant, heavenly Light, he enters into the Light, the vortex draws up behind him, and the portal closes. Charlie’s spirit has been released into the Light, into freedom.
After this powerful experience, it was difficult to return to my body. I had been so far away that my brain was not quite connected to my eyes when my consciousness returned. I know this because when I tried to open my eyes I was nearly blinded by the harsh light of earth. It took a minute to get my eyes all the way open and readjusted to physical reality, rather than using my inner sight to view the spiritual dimensions.
My client came out of trance, too, exclaiming, “At the end, the earth just closed over the dark house and the hole where it had been. There was only emptiness left, like a desert. Everything was peaceful after those souls were gone.”
The rest of the day, I was filled with tremendous energy and so much joy I could hardly contain it!
