I never know where my posts are going to come from or who may give me a suggestion; any more than I know where or how they will end. This is one of them.
When I saw Dr. Cheryl, my chiropractor – she is a post in itself – on Monday, she asked about my week and I ended up talking to her about Mom. I said Mom was scared about leaving this life and going on to the next step – she wants so much to believe Dad and Josie are there waiting for her but is afraid it isn’t really true. Cheryl suggested I make a story about the transition, with colors, smells, sounds, etc. Then tell it to Mom and see if that would make her less scared. My first thought was “What in the world would I create?”. Not quite the usual response “No, I can’t do that”. Strangely enough I pictured the ocean and a beach with a huge pile of rocks that looked as if she would have to climb them all in order to reach Dad and Josie at the end of the beach way in the distance.
As I began thinking more about it, I pictured her warm and comfortable in her bed, the covers making her feel cosy and secure. Then a golden presence comes to fill and surround her with deep, unconditional love and a knowing she is loved because she is. There are two guides to help her with her confusion, gently guiding her to being fully awake and knowing the golden presence is real. (I was listening to the radio an few days later and someone mentioned the rainbow bridge, so I added that to it.) As they take her hand, Mom is feeling a little less scared and the three of them slowly move through the white light to the rainbow bridge. On the other side of the bridge – that transition to the paragraph below hasn’t quite materialized yet. Any suggestions are certainly welcome!
Then Mom and her guides are on the beach with the ocean waves hitting the sand , a very soothing and relaxing sound Mom is noticing as she has been walking that she fees lighter, her body is beginning to be more comfortable and the depression has started to clear. She hears the gulls crying above, flying in circles above her looking for food and enjoying the feeling of soaring. The sun is warm on her back and the white clouds above look like huge puffy cotton balls. A lovely cool breeze ruffles her hair and she finds herself enjoying feelings she had forgotten had existed. She sees rocks coming up – a huge pile with sharp edges that looked as if she would have to climb them all in order to reach the other part of the beach where Dad and Josie are waiting for her way in the distance.
I thought of the rocks as a sort of maze, that her guides would take her to the rocks and instead of climbing over them, there was an opening no one else could see, that took her on a lovely sandy path through the rocks. The sand sparkled as if it was made of diamonds and at each bend in the maze was a corner with a wonderful glow, each a different color. There would be something there that when she picked it up, she would know one more piece of the puzzle. With each piece, she would become more sure of herself and the way to meet Dad and Josie – that it is all true and not just a yearning.
Tags: God, golden presence, guides, Home, Josie, transition
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