Healing is the honoring of the relationship between a soul and the Divine. It is the affirmation of that presence and glorified stillness within all creation. There are a few religions celebrating Holy Days this weekend. Every day, in every tradition, carries holiness as far as I’m concerned. When I witness a prayer in any tradition, it gives me a greater sense of how much we all need one another, how much we all need relationship, and how much we all need the Divine.
The intense energies of this year symbolize an unparalleled time of purification. For some reason I keep thinking of a young man I assisted almost 20 years ago with his relationship to the Divine. He was in his early 30’s, just had his first child, and was dying of cancer. The family called me to their home to hold space. He was unconscious when I arrived. The wife and mother had never met anyone who could communicate beyond the veil, but in their unrelenting despair, they needed to know he would be okay. I still recall the scent of those beyond in the room, the ‘visitors’ that were there to help him transition. I took this man’s hand and began to describe the other souls I was seeing near to him. His mother and wife were present, and they had no clue to whom I was referring to in any of my descriptions. Their faces grew weary as I was searching for a way to honor this man’s relationship to God, to his ancestors that were present, and to the meaning behind his healing. My work has always taught me that healing does not mean a cure for a disease, but as I stated above, it is the honoring of a soul’s relationship to the Divine. I held his hand tighter and telepathically asked him to speak with me. The night before he was still conscious, and he and his wife had had a conversation. I repeated some of that conversation to his wife, and tears rolled down her cheeks. I also shared some of his own thoughts with her that she hadn’t heard before. When he was finished, I let go of his hand and followed his family out of the room. I turned around and his eyes opened wide, he smiled and waved. A chill went down my spine and still does to this day as I recall the story. I knew in that moment it wasn’t him, that part of him that was already gone, but it was the glorified aspect of his soul, the ancestors passing through him. His eyes shined so brightly for a moment and I knew I was bearing witness to one of the holiest prayers the Divine could offer us.
How insignificant our egos are in this vast paradigm of love. How human ignorance still undermines the fact that no matter what body we are born into and all the cultural norms associated with it, we are all interconnected beyond the veil in ways we might never understand.
When I left, I shared with his wife that he had two more days left. I still see his eyes as I write this. When I attended the funeral, the wife came up to me and said that he had been conscious one more time before he crossed. They were able to have a conversation. He remarked to his wife, “Did you hear everything I told Laura to tell you?”
Time is shifting in this world. Resurrection is occurring at levels within our human psyche which is contributing to much of the internal and external chaos we are all experiencing. In pondering resurrection, I have been thinking of that client and thus wanted to share that story. Use these holy days to bear witness to your prayer, to your life, and to EVERY life you come into contact with. Make your relationship to the Divine as sacred as you will allow it. The only thing stopping you is yourself, your fear, your unworthiness and your lack of faith. We are loved and held more than we could ever imagine. It is time.