I was thinking this morning about our loved ones who’ve crossed over to the other side, perhaps because my mother, brother and middle son are visiting my son’s father’s grave site this morning. Ben died when my boys were two and five, which has caused me to feel for the families of the 19 firefighters who were recently overtaken by a raging fire near Prescott, Arizona, and the young families they left behind. Grieving is an intense form of suffering, especially when someone young dies unexpectedly. I have felt Ben’s presence and dream about him pretty regularly. I hope the families in Prescott come to know their missing parent is still there with them, just on the other side.
I left my body once and was exhilarated to be free of it, though I was allowed, thanks to the Good Lord, to return to raise my young children. I am certain that we exist beyond the death of our bodies and that, no matter what, if we sincerely ask to be forgiven, to ‘live with God,’ we eventually will. We should not fear death; it is not the end of us. It is simply a door to the ‘spirit’ side, where our spirit selves live.
I’m reading The Eagle and the Rose by Rosemary Altea, published in 1995 by Warner Books Edition. (I found it in a used bookstore.) It has only strengthened my resolve that we can love our relatives after the death of our bodies, and help them if we so choose. The book is the story of a woman, Altea, and her spirit guide, Grey Eagle, and how, working together, they open channels to deceased family members who want to communicate with their grieving loved ones.
Rosemary ‘saw spirits’ as a child and was tormented by unusual experiences that made her think she was crazy. Her mother wanted to be rid of her. A husband left her with a mountain of debt and a young child; it was a difficult period for them. In other words, her life wasn’t easy.
At age 35, she met a group of peaceful, healing people who ran a spiritualist church (which has speakers rather than ministers and sometimes, after prayers, if a medium is present, he or she brings messages to the attendees). This group of people helped Rosemary to understand that she wasn’t crazy and that with her gift, she could help desperate-to-communicate souls tell their loved ones that they’re okay, that they are not dead–only their bodies are dead. Grey Eagle, compassionate and tender, is always present, easing the process for the deceased, and guiding Altea. She sees Grey Eagle as if he is in a body in the room with her. If she can see the people who crossed over (sometimes she only hears them) she sees them as if they’re solid, too. In other words, they don’t look like ghosts.
Rosemary gives powerful case studies in the book, in which deceased people give so much detailed information, such as what their grieving relative was doing that morning, even true skeptics leave comforted by the knowledge that their loved ones truly live on, that there is life after death, and that they can watch over and guide their loved ones from the other side. If you’re skeptical, perhaps you can allow some space to contemplate the matter. Who knows? You could very well have a loved one who wants you to know they are only around a corner.