I didn’t like the dress I was wearing. A little black dress, chic and comfy.
Nah, the dress wasn’t the problem. The problem was that I was wearing it again… to another funeral.
Eve was a close family friend. She was a beautiful free spirit and a fighter, beating cancer twice but finally, slowly, succumbing to another illness.
In the open coffin, Eve was tiny, frail, unrecognisable. I looked away.
Then, I sensed the signs: a Spirit was approaching. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense that time was slowing down. The veil between the worlds was thinning. I closed my eyes and tuned in.
And there she stood before me: Eve in Spirit, radiating divine Light, healthy and beautiful.
Could you pass a message? Eve asked.
Vincent, Eve’s husband, was slumped in his seat at the back of the hall. For months, he had been watching over Eve, who had slipped into a coma in the last six weeks. Finally, Vincent could no longer delay his work commitments. He went to Zurich for an important meeting, leaving on Tuesday and returning on Friday.
Eve died Thursday night.
Vincent had the pale, haunted look of someone who had cried so much they had no tears left. The look of someone lost, in shock, endlessly blaming themselves for not being there when it mattered most.
I went over.
– Vincent, she’s not gone entirely, only behind a veil. Don’t blame yourself for what happened. She left while you were overseas to spare you the pain of the actual parting. She wants you to remember her with joy.
“Is there anything… anything I can do for her?” Vincent’s voice was low and broken, betraying his suffering.
– She’s showing me a nature reserve, where you two used to go for walks. She wants you to go back there and catch the sunset! Also, she specifically mentions the fish n’ chips you both used to enjoy after your walks, at the café near the nature reserve.
Vincent was gazing in the distance. He seemed to be reminiscing. In his eyes, a soft new light was beginning to dawn.
– She wants you to eat well, get some fresh air, and be happy. Know that she is with you. And when it’s finally your time to go, she will be by your side to lead you home.
Vincent burst into tears. But this time, they were the best kind of tears – tears of grief, yes, but also release, self-forgiveness, and love.
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The stories on this website (including the above recount) are based on Kelly’s personal and professional experiences as a lightworker. Some details have been changed to protect the identities of the individuals involved.