What happens when one gets word from the doctor that they only have months to live? As with many, in this day and age, this is what happened to my beloved Carol. Not as common however, is how Carol handled her diagnosis.
After, a life-time of: overcoming an abusive childhood, marriages, children, grandchildren, jobs, money, no-money, sobriety and service to others, Carol's life seemed settled as she reconnected with her teenage sweetheart and they prepared for their retirement years. The news from the doctor left Carol with a variety of choices on how to respond. All who knew Carol watched in awe as Carol defied her diagnosis and lived 7 more years through natural remedies and following a spiritual path.
Life to the Fullest:
Declining most western treatment, no one would have known Carol was living with stage 4 lung cancer unless she told them. She got up and dressed and out of the house most days. She did her hair, make-up and buzzed around town in her little silver Mercedes. She spent most of her time strengthening her relationship with her Higher Power and learning how to love herself and others at a level few master. She forgave all who had harmed her as best she could. And she allowed her "dis-ease" to be one of her greatest teachers.
Two Thousand Angels:
I came to know Carol 3 years prior to her passing. We had an instant connection. She became my spiritual mother, best friend and ally in the Highest. She would tell me she loved me and that I was worthy; in a way I would believe down to my toes. She came to me for energy healing sessions and I would watch 2000+++ angels lay their hands on her body. She would listen to me with her soul; and I would feel heard and understood in ways that made me weep from her unconditional love.
Our Trip to Israel:
I had the honor of taking Carol to Jerusalem, the Sea of Galilee and all over the Holy Land. She lived to the fullest: reading, writing, talking, listening, learning about God, life and eventually death or "transitioning" as she called it. "The veil is thin", she would say, looking off somewhere undefined.
I stayed by her side as much as possible in her last days, and reluctantly let her go, knowing she was the most pinnacle person I had known to date. I could write endlessly about my 3 years with Carol, the synchronicities, wisdom and "God" moments we shared, but the dream I had a week after she crossed is the story wanting to be told.
A Visit to the Other Side:
A week after her passing, and lonely for her motherly love, I woke abruptly in the early morning hours. Trying to decide if I should go back to sleep or get up, I looked at the clock. It was 4 AM. I took a breath, closed by eyes and then open them. With that one blink, the clock now read 10 AM! Yes, 6 hours had passed in one blink of an eye. At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing, sitting up, trying to shake myself to understand where those 6 hours had just gone, the flood of remembering came... I had gone to the other side to visit Carol.
Another Realm and Telepathy:
I do not know what to call the place we were in, except maybe another realm. It was much like earth, yet lighter in all ways. We were in a town, of sorts, and Carol was in her regular earth clothes. Walking in front, I tagged behind, as she started giving me a tour of her new reality. She talked to me telepathically, explaining, "This is how we communicate here." No need for words.
Walking Through Walls:
She pointed out a bus and train station to the left and explained how this was where the new souls arrived. I saw people, or "souls", getting off the train, with their bags, looking around, trying to figure out where they were. The energy was calm, almost like a resting or waiting place. To the right were buildings with storefronts and rooms where people were simply going about their business, like earth, but slower and more peaceful. Instead of walking, we were able to move forward in a sort of levitational state. We moved through walls and from room to room. We went into one room that was dark with red lights and fabric hanging's, where people were sitting in a circle smoking pot and meditating. Carol didn't seem to have much of an opinion about this; she just smiled and we walked through the next wall.
Outside, there was a vast field. In the distance there was a patch of very bright green grass with a full grown shade tree. The green was otherworldly, brilliant, emerald and glowing. A family of 3 sat under the tree, dressed in all white, having a picnic. They, themselves, were glowing as they talked. It seemed they had forever to get to know each other. Carol explained that these 3 souls had been a family on earth: a father, a mother and a child, and that they had died before their time in a car accident. So their souls came here, to this place, to keep bonding. I could see white light flowing between and around them as they smiled, enjoying each others company.
Have You Talked to God?
As I continued to follow Carol and she toured me through her new surroundings, it occurred to me to ask, "Have you talked to God yet?" Carol, (who always told me that I was worthy) held her head down and said, "Oh no." as if she was not worthy to talk to God. Then, I asked, "Have you talked to Jesus?" I could feel myself wanting to know more about this place and my deep desire to take this opportunity to get closer to God and Jesus. Again, Carol gave me the same response, "Oh no." with the same feeling of unworthiness. "Do you want to?" I asked. "Yes.", she smiled, and I could feel her innocent, child-like enthusiasm lift. My heart got excited too, because I knew somehow we were going to move on from this "resting place real" Carol was in.
Round Glass Vehicle:
With that, right before our eyes, materialized a round, glass vehicle large enough for two. We stepped in and I instinctively knew how to operate it. There was a control panel that I navigated, like a pilot in a plane. The glass vehicle lifted off the ground and as we began our ascent the windows fogged. We could not see where we were going, but we were moving onward and upward with a sense of purpose. I knew how to fly the vehicle and I knew how to land it.
Crystal Lake and Reeds of Gold:
Within what seemed to be only minutes, the fog on the glass bubble cleared and we found ourselves floating in the middle of a shimmering crystal lake. The still water sparkled like diamonds. It was the middle of the day. The sun was shining on the reeds around the lake and as they swayed back and forth with the water they looked like translucent gold. There was a white farm house in the far distance and to our left, about 100 feet away, on the bank of the lake, was Jesus.
Jesus looked like, well, Jesus. Just like all the pictures we see, in a white robe, sandals, long hair and, of course, He was casting a net. He looked at us as if He had been expecting our arrival. Some people came out of the farm house to see what the commotion was and Jesus telepathically told them all was well and they could go back in. Turning His attention back to us, with just a glance He transported us out of our floating glass ball, all the way onto the bank of the lake with Him. There are no words for the Love, Peace, Compassion and Serenity of His presence.
Jesus Heals Carol:
With out saying a word, He took Carol by the hand and laid her gently on the bank of the lake where he had been casting His net. He moved His hand over her body, from head to toe, her regular clothes turned to white garments. As He moved His hand He pulled something out of Carol. At first, It looked like a small bean, showing it to me, He said, "This was her dis-ease.". I watched as the bean then grew out of His hand and turned into a very tall, dark and handsome man. The man was about 40 years old, wearing a cowboy hat, boots, jeans and a tan leather jacket with fringe.
On earth, Carol had 2 grown sons. But here, Jesus looked at me and said, "This is her 3rd son." He held up 3 fingers and repeated, "This is her 3rd son." He explained to me that the deterioration of her body, on earth, was due to her unhealed grief over loosing this son. Now, in this place, there would be the time for Carol, and her 3rd son, to re-unite and heal.
With Carol still resting on the bank of the water, Jesus turned His full attention to me. He looked intently into my eyes, and with His own telepathically said, "Thank you for bringing her here." I could have gazed at Him for all of eternity. But, instead, in the middle of our connection, my earth body awoke to a clock reading 10 AM and the "dream" was over.
Later, I told Carol's husband, Jimmy, about this dream and he thought it was a little silly until I got to the part about her 3rd son. "Did you know she lost a baby?" He asked. No, I did not know. It was confirmation for us both about life after death and the continuation of Carol's healing and spiritual journey.
Spirit talks to us in dreams and in so many other ways. When we are open we can communicate with God and Jesus and our Loved Ones who have transitioned. We can work things out. This communication can bring us so much love, peace and understanding that helps us move forward with more Faith and less fear on our own unique and Divine Path.
Healing is Real:
What I learned from Carol's life was how to love more. What I learned from her transition is how much we are All Divinely Loved. I learned that there is nothing so private and painful that we need to hold onto it to the degree that our bodies give way. There is no guilt or shame over our human experiences to the extent that it cannot be healed.
All are Worthy:
All will be healed and restored, either here on earth or on the other side. So the lessons and the questions from my dream of Carol, the other realms, Jesus and healing are many. But my biggest take-a-way is that we are All worthy of our own unique connection with God, Jesus and our loved ones on earth and in heaven. We are All worthy of having these relationships. When we are ready and turn attention to the Divine, the Divine cannot help but to Love and Heal us... no matter what.
If you are dealing with grief, or any sort of earthly suffering that you need help with, I am available for energy healing sessions by clicking here and scheduling yourself online. If not with me, ask for help from anyone around you that like and trust, professional or otherwise. We are all worthy of being healing and loved.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Carol for loving me so deeply, inspiring me and allowing me to share her story. Thank you for reading. Until next time; be well.