To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their primitive forms of knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religion.
— Albert Einstein
One book led to another in my search for answers about a phenomenon I’d experienced that, at the time, did not even have a name. By the late-seventies, when Bob Monroe’s Journeys Out of the Body came to my attention, I’d already become a curious and open-minded seeker with regard to all things spiritual and metaphysical. I’d grown up in a culture dominated by left-brain thinking so book-learning—and lots of it—was my revered and habitual way of accessing knowledge.
But love, and loss, compelled me to seek out another kind of reading. I was wracked by grief after my father’s passing. This incredibly wise, witty, and loving man suffered a prolonged and painful dying in a body riddled with cancer, and, given the time and place, had insufficient meds to relieve his suffering toward the end. Like so many others whose loved ones have left the earth in one traumatic circumstance or another, I longed to know that he was okay.
Months later, I heard about a local psychic medium who was highly-respected in the community. Still somewhat of a skeptic, I nonetheless scheduled a reading to see if she could make contact with my father. Within minutes of meeting, to her credit she admitted that a communication with my dad wouldn’t be possible. She described him in a transitional state she’d not seen in her work before—a group of luminous beings surrounded him, and he appeared to be sleeping within the beams of their healing light. My dad apparently was at peace. I let that be enough.
Seventeen years later, however, after reading about another local medium’s charitable work on behalf of families of 9/11 victims, I tried to make contact again. And, glory be, my beloved dad showed up for the hour-long reunion. Midway into the session, he had me laughing, his unique sense of humor still intact.
Countless pieces of information he shared convinced me of the validity of our connection. (He urged me to do something about hidden mold in a specific area of our garage, for example, and, sure enough, a handyman I scheduled for a visit discovered the mold within that wall.) And as if he was bent on making up for lost time, he spontaneously initiated communication not long after, through mediums who were present at two events!
A friendship that developed between me and the medium who facilitated our first reunion as well as the development of my daughter’s formidable psychic abilities guaranteed that contact with my dad and other loved ones would continue, often occurring informally when I was with them. It is not unusual to have one or more loved ones pop in whenever we are out to lunch or talking on the phone.
I’ve had multiple “conversations” with my life partner Peter (who made his transition in the fall of 2011); a few of the communications that he initiated lasted two hours. I so hope that in the future, this kind of connection and consolation are the norm for anybody on the planet who wishes for them.
Loved ones are not the only form of consciousness beyond the Earth plane, to be sure. Prophets, sages, and shamans have channeled inspirational info from otherworldly sources through the ages—with messages from loving guides at a higher level of vibration and intelligence. (Find a list of some contemporary channelers who have enriched the lives of millions of people, here.) I’ve mentioned in my prior post, the beings of loving intelligence who recently provided me counsel via different gifted intuitives. But for years, a part of me resisted the concept of angels and guides being any kind of “real.” They were biblical, metaphorical. The week-long experiences at the Monroe Institute in Virginia, however, were stunning ones, ultimately opening me to this expanded reality.
With the aid of the hemi-sync sound-wave technology, these unseen, loving presences I’d long resisted directly knowing showed up repeatedly for me—particularly one group I refer to as Team Tunie. (They say that the names used for them are unimportant, by the way, each known in the great beyond by a vibrational signature or identity.)
There was nothing esoteric about this wise team. Their very playfulness and humor were reasons I initially doubted they could be anything but the result of an overactive imagination. But thanks to validations that followed, I’ve accepted their existence and that I’m on a first-name basis with a crew that is part of divine Creation.
Something deep inside me always knew that piercing the veil was possible; indeed, not only a blessing, but a part of human evolution. Anybody ultimately can move beyond resistance or fear or dogma—indeed, any obstacle— and trust that they deserve this divine love and guidance.
On any given day, however, I’m also struck by a deep sense of wonder (and, okay, amusement) that as a reasonably intelligent and level-headed member of the human race, I somehow have come to know that I can call on a company of angels, and/or my crew of celestial counselors. I’ll close in fact, with a shoutout to Ariadne, to Raphael, to Team Tunie, to all the other lightbringers (with their part in the posts eventually to come). And say, thanks… and amen to all that!