Friends, and a Spiritual Connection...

Yesterday I received an email from an old friend. It triggered this memory:

I was in my early 30’s when W’s husband became ill. She asked me to come and visit him, hoping I could inspire him to fight to live.

As D and I shook hands for the first time, and made eye-to-eye contact, we both knew there was no way back from this illness. He died some weeks later of pancreatic cancer.

W was devastated, and in her early 40’s thought her life was over. She was wrong, it was just about to begin, but in a very different way. Until that time, her life had focused on her husband and son. Now, she had a reason to learn about spiritual matters and the healing energy we all have access to.

W knew of my involvement in spiritual energy and I offered her an open connection with me, to help her through her grieving.

One night, a few months after D had passed, I awoke from a deep sleep in the middle of the night. I sat bolt upright and saw him sitting at the bottom of my bed. Our eyes met and he thanked me for helping W. His mouth didn’t move but we spoke to each other telepathically. I told him that I was glad to be able to help her. With that he faded into a mist and disappeared. I twisted round to lie back down in my bed when I saw myself already lying there sleeping. I checked my body and sure enough I was sitting upright in my bed and also lying down sleeping. I realized that this was my spirit self and the body sleeping was my physical self. I lay down and went straight to sleep.

The next day I called W on the phone and told her what had happened. She was skeptical and came over to my house. I went through the experience of the dream/vision and what D had said. She asked me what he was wearing since in the vision he was younger than when I met him. I told her he was wearing a summer navy uniform; white shorts, open neck short sleeve shirt and his uniform cap, but he had no beard, as he did when I knew him in life. He had a scar on the right side of his mouth that went up the side of his cheek. When I met him he had a full face beard and no scar was visible to me. I did not know he had a scar on his face at all.

This was the message W was waiting to hear. When I told her about the scar she broke down in tears knowing that I must be telling her the truth because I never knew him without his beard, or in his younger days when he was in the navy and wouldn’t have known about his summer whites as they were called.

We started attending a meditation group together and she became actively involved in the local spiritual healing group. At the same time I was becoming involved with the Christian Science Church of Spiritual Healing and finally joined the group with W to learn ‘hands-on-healing’. W’s journey had started and I was very happy to have helped her in this new direction. She is now in her 80’s and only recently relinquished her position as Chairman of the Spiritual Healing Group. Well done W. it seems just like yesterday…