Thoughts on the Exodus of Souls… (or, why every hug counts)!
Hey there shining one,
I want to talk about a somber subject this week but hopefully with a little levity. I have been noticing a trend in conversation lately with my clients and friends about death and dying. Maybe it’s just my tiny world that this ripples in, after all my readings are often peppered with mediumship as the focal point, which does place me in the conversation, but I think it is much bigger than that.
I know first hand we don’t die, rather exchange the body for a frequency of consciousness that can communicate after crossing over. Just where or what we cross over to is something I honestly have no intellectual understanding of and can hardly wait till one of the many I seem to be talking to chooses to cough up the secret handshake. Maybe then we can all finally “know” once and for all for sure and we can finally agree on what it all means.
Would it make a difference?
Even though my personal experience is enough to show me proof of life after life, my heart still breaks and my world collapses with grief when I lose a loved one. Why? Because I miss them, because my life feels empty for a time without them and I have to face all that was and could not be because of who knows why.
Death is after all so very personal.
I cannot even begin to explain the reverence, gratitude, awe, and curiosity I feel when I am used as a bridge between those “dead” people and pets who have a message of forgiveness and hope for their loved ones still struggling over here.
I “know” death is not what it looks like.
My mother used to say “Death comes in threes”, and it is something that has always been true in my awareness, that ripple of close, closer, then closest, but I am noticing the death clusters are more obvious lately.
Clusters are larger now.
Without being too glib, maybe it’s an exodus of souls who have decided to get on the bus early. But maybe many people have done what they are here to do, gotten their celestial passport and now since we’re so overcrowded anyway, the traffic angels invested in bigger buses and crossing over now comes in a more convenient six or twelve pack? (That’s a reference to one of my favorite movies with Meryl Streep called Defending Your Life, if you haven’t seen it you should as it’s hysterical and meaningful). Maybe there’s an incentive if you leave early you get a special day at the angel spa, or you get a karma pass?
Beloved worldwide, American comedian Robin Williams chose to turn in his ticket and get on the bus and so relieve his deep depression – but don’t say suicide is selfish – no one kills themselves just for attention or to hurt the people they leave behind on purpose. Maybe that’s too general but I have connected to so many suicides. They do it because in their despair, it is the only answer left to them in human form. And when they cross over they all recognize after the fact the pain they have caused. But they’re also free for the first time in their lives in spirit.
Yes we are all torn apart… we will always be at some point torn apart if we have ever loved someone that can’t be saved. What does it say about us when we go right to commentary? Having an opinion is just an excuse not to look into the dark void ourselves. The void we all distract ourselves from, and no doubt we are a culture of distraction and disconnection. But in the void is the beginning. We need to look.
Murder, suicide, war casualties, disease, old age, however we die; every life must mean something to someone, and mean something to God. But ultimately life must mean something to us.
None of us get death bed do-overs.
Hug someone today. Call an old friend that you might have forgotten because your life got too busy. Say everything, and don’t hold back. Love with all your heart and forgive with all your soul.
Breathe and be grateful for every breath.
Life is precious.
Always and forever