You may have noticed over the past few weeks that your loved ones have been leaving you more signs or you feel their presences, or while you drive past a cemetery that there is a peculiar mist that lingers, or that you hear creaks, bumps and taps throughout the house. This is because the “veil” is thin resulting in an increase in Spirit activity.
What does this mean? Well first let me explain what the “Veil” is. It is the energetic barrier and boundary that separates the spirit realm from the physical one. This border ebbs and flows, thickens and thins. During this time of year, it is thinner which means it is easier for Spirits have an easy time transcending and walking between the realms.
Why does the Veil thin? There are a couple reasons. The first being that water weakens the Veil. Ever wonder why England and Ireland seem to have so many hauntings? Or why Spirits are often found in cellars? It’s not just because of the length of time the area has been settled or because it can be dark and spooky… these places are damp. And as we all know, the fall is damp. Hence the weather plays into the increased Spirit activity.
Another reason, and probably the more powerful one, is that with the Day of the Dead, Halloween, Samhain, All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Day (all occurring this week) we honor and celebrate those who have passed. In some traditions, they even go as to invite those in the Spiritual realm to return and walk the earth again. The prayers and rituals are invitations to the other side and weaken the veil.
Hence the reason you may be feeling presences now. Your loved ones are coming to visit. It is important to know, however, that our loved ones aren’t the only ones that reside in the Spiritual realm. Our pets go there so you may hear the pitter patter of your long lost kitty or puppy; Faeries live there, and when they visit you may find your keys missing as they like to play pranks; the Angels visit sending “sparkles;” the Spiritual realms is also inhabited by a number of other creatures (some of which can be foreboding).
I’m pretty sure I met one a few Halloweens ago. It was our first Halloween in the house and my husband, a Halloween junkie, was so excited! He left work early to get ready to hand out candy. He dressed up in one of his spooky get-ups, turned Pandora to the Halloween station and waited. Five, Six, Seven o’clock came and went. With no kids to be seen.
Disappointed and deflated, he finally left his post around 8 o’clock because he had to run to the bathroom. By this point, Pandora had been switched off and we were watching Netflix. I’d gotten into my jammies and was enjoying a nice glass of red wine.
When he left his post he muttered, “You’re on candy duty. Not that it matters… no one is coming.”
But, he was wrong. It was during those few minutes he was in the bathroom that the doorbell rang.
A little startled I stumbled up and made my way the door (half expecting to find one of my new neighbors standing there). But nope, there was a werewolf greeting me.
This single trick or treater, obviously an older kid (he was easily 6 foot) stood standing in the doorway and made me a little uneasy. One he seemed to be a little old for trick or treating… And, it struck me as odd that he would be out by himself… I dismissed these thoughts thinking, well it is free candy.
But the trepidation didn’t leave as I continued to approach the door. For he continued to stand there, but said NOTHING. No trick or treat. Or Happy Halloween. I was met with just a grunt. I tried to shake it off and did my duty, I placed the candy in his bag… which resulted in another grunt (I assumed a thank you). And trying to lighten the situation, I chirped “Happy Halloween” and walked away.
When I resumed my position in my comfy chair, blanket around me and glass of wine at the door, I glanced at the front door and was unnerved when I saw him still lingering in the doorway. Where he let out another grunt and then ambled off.
Moments later when my husband came out, I recounted the strange occurrence mentioning he almost didn’t feel human. He was bummed he missed our one trick or treater of the night. He also found it odd that he saw no one on the street, despite having the visitor just moments before.
For weeks, this encounter creeped me out. So when I had the opportunity to talk to my neighbors I mentioned how we were disappointed we didn’t get more than one trick or treater and that it was odd that it was an older kid. She responded, “Yeah we don’t get kids on this street. We are out of the way. I’m surprised you even had the one… I didn’t get any this year!”
Her response made me question… Was this werewolf a person, or could it have been a Spirit transcending the worlds? We wear masks and make up on Halloween to conceal our identities and protect us from spooks. And they conceal themselves from us. Was this really a spook I encountered? If so, what could he have wanted?
In the end, I guess I’ll never know. But it does make always make me wonder, who is really under the mask? Enjoy your Halloween….
Let’s talk death and dying. Death is something we all, at some point, will experience. It is one of the few things in life that is inevitable.
Despite being something that everyone experience, there are a lot of unknowns about death. Where do we go? Do we in fact go someplace? Or is death an end to everything? If I do go someplace, could it be bad? Is there a hell? If there is, did I do something that will doom me to there?
People often also wonder, does death hurt? Am I going to suffer? Am I going to know when it’s time? Am I going to end up alone?
With questions like these, it’s no wonder people fear death. I know there is a part of me that does when I think, ‘What really happens to me?’
Fortunately, for me, I have a little bit of inside knowledge from all the loved ones who have come back and shared a glimpse of the other side. And this is what I know…
First and foremost, when we die we leave everything we know behind. We shed our corporeal body, the way we touch, feel smell, see and experience the world around us. Food tastes different. Music sounds different.
I also know that when we die, it’s sad. Why? Because even the biggest hermit out there is leaving SOMEONE behind. Someone they love. Someone who loves them. And, it is inevitable that it’s going to be days, weeks, perhaps years before you are reunited. That’s scary. I know there are somedays I have a hard time be separated from my daughter for the six, eight, ten hour work day… the thought of being separated from her for not only days but likely years is heart wrenching…
So no wonder death is scary. But then if we think about it, all the events that have sparked personal growth and evolution have been scary. Think about going off to college. Moving to another city or state. Getting married or having a baby. All these things in life are scary. And the fear boils down to one thing, uncertainty.
I wish through what I do I strive to eliminate, or at least minimize the uncertainty of death for my clients and their loved ones. But unfortunately, due to my own limited understanding, I am only minimally successful. Even within my own family.
Despite the negative aspects of death, when my clients ask questions like, “How can I make my mother or father’s passing smoother?” Or, “How can I assure them they are going to be okay?” And, “What can I do to let them know it is okay to pass?” and “Are they okay?” “Is death painful?” This is what I tell them…
First and foremost, I tell people that when an individual passes they are reunited with the loved ones they knew here and well as some of their soul mates that didn’t incarnate with them this lifetime. Very often you’ll see glimpses of this before they pass… for example, my grandmother who suffered a paralyzing stroke on a couple occasions when I’ve visited her has abruptly stopped our conversations, gazed off into the distance only to return to the conversation saying “It’s so pretty there!” and begin talking about my cousin Keith or Christopher, or perhaps my Uncle Dennis… all three of whom have long since passed. When she does this, I am quite aware that the reason she talks about them is because they just came to greet her. She had a glimpse of the other side. And they are waiting.
This gets to my second point, the other side is beautiful. It is filled with love. No more pain. No more sorrow. Just love.
And, despite what it might look like. The moment of death is not painful… it is only the illness, the process, that causes pain. I liken it to giving birth. The pregnancy. The Braxton Hicks. The contractions. All of those components of birth are painful. But the actual delivery, that moment the baby bursts forth and is born is not painful at all. It is actually a relief, and in some instances almost joyous. So once the soul is released from its body, there is no pain.
Now these words… these thoughts may not bring consolation to the individual facing death and it can still be scary. And to alleviate that fear is hard…. If not impossible. It is why we sometimes see people hold on with everything they’ve got only to wonder, what are they fighting for? Anything has to be better than what they are enduring.
It’s for those with family members in those situation that I offer this advice to smooth their passing. Say Goodbye AND Find Your Own Acceptance.
Coming to peace with a loved one’s passing (just as with your own), releases psychic connections to your loved one on this plane. By saying good bye and finding an acceptance to your loved one’s passing, you remove a tether that holds them to this plane. With that one less weight, it is easier for them to move to the other side. It’s why time and time again I hear people say, I just walked out of the room for a moment and in that moment she was gone!
So folks, that’s my limited knowledge of the afterlife and death. I hope that helps enlighten, and bring comfort. I’m certain it’s going to look much different when I get there, but at least I have a sense what I may find.
In last week’s blog, When Things Don’t Go As Planned, I talked about Letting Go and Letting God. After publishing it, I worried that I may not have emphasized the importance of making decisions while going with the flow. I mention this because I have seen more than one client who has turned their life completely over to Spirit and then wondered why things don’t happen like they’d hope. The way I describe it to my clients, you aren’t going to meet Mr. or Ms. Right if you are sitting home on the couch, hoping they are going to come and knock on your door… it doesn’t happen that way! Unless of course you’ve got a mail order bride or groom on the way.
I know the importance of making the decision and taking action only too well. After my car accident in 2002 (not sure what I’m talking about, click here for the blog!), I went to a number of health care providers and attended a variety of therapies including light vision therapy. After twelve weeks of intensive vision therapy, my field of vision improved. But, it was less than both myself and my health care provider had hoped for. And I was at that point faced with the hard realization, I would no longer be able to drive.
Disappointed and discouraged, I asked my provider if there was anything else we could do?
An honest man, he turned and responded, “Dawn, unfortunately I don’t think there is anything else I can do for you at this point. Keep up with your exercises. Perhaps get some cranial sacral massage. But, I think it’s in God’s hands now.”
That didn’t sit right with me. I loved and trusted this man… but at that moment I was downright angry with him. There HAD to be more that I could do.
I stomped out of his office that day thinking, “I’ll show you!”
I did the vision exercises he gave me daily. I researched alternative healing, which led me to delve deeper into mediumship and spiritual healing. I was determined to change the outcome. And you know what, I continued to improve.
About a year later, I went back to the doctor for a check-up. We hugged and he asked how I was doing. After giving him my many updates, he told me he was so pleased to see how far I had come. Because we had a good rapport, I shared with him that his comment “It’s in God’s hands,” really bothered me. I shared that I felt disempowered and left feeling I was as good as it was going to get.
He apologized profusely and shared that although those were his words, it was not his intent. He knew there was little more that he could do, but also knew that I could change it myself. He believed each and every one of our actions and decision is the work of God… hence, our continued efforts are strings pulled by Spirit.
This made sense to me… my healing was in God’s hands, I just had to take the reigns. And I did.
I could have given up, felt sorry for myself or succumbed to the thought that it was hard. But I didn’t. And that’s the message I wanted to convey. Go with the flow yes, but don’t give up and assume that by handing the reigns over to Spirit life is going to be easy. It isn’t.
I will likely always be legally blind. And, while I continue to do my exercises and my vision continues to improve (slowly), it has still not come back to a point where I can drive. The work I have done has also developed my other senses to a point where if I didn’t tell you, you’d have no idea I was living with a handicap. It’s how I choose to live. How do you choose to live your life?
This past weekend Baby Girl celebrated her first birthday. It’s hard believe a year has already passed.
In that year, so much has happened. Not surprising, my husband and I have changed in many ways. Some good, for example we cook and eat at home more often. Some bad, we aren’t as punctual as we once were. And some surprising, our ability to roll with the punches. The phrase “Let Go and Let God” has truly become a motto in our household. So much so, that a couple months after my daughter’s birth my husband had the phrase tattooed on his forearm as a constant reminder.
Thank goodness for the constant reminder because sometimes, Letting Go and Letting God is hard.
And yet, going with the flow is important not only with a child but in life.
This message was something we had to live and experience when it came to my daughter’s first birthday party. The story starts back around Easter when I was already looking forward to and beginning to plan the special day. I know it was early, but I was excited. I filled my time scouring pinterest for the perfect theme… which my husband and I (let’s be honest, I) found… The Very Hungry Caterpillar. It was perfect! It was educational. It was cute. And a menu (which was even somewhat healthy!) was practically laid out in the book! PERFECT!!
Excited about the decision, while visiting on Easter I shared the theme with my cousin, my aunt and my mom. When I did, my mom dropped a bomb on us. She and her husband had received a Save the Date for his cousin’s son's wedding. The wedding was on Baby Girl’s Birthday – we had to move the party.
A little taken aback (and to be honest a little annoyed as it was less of a request than a demand) I let her know I would have to talk to Don about it.
And I did. A LOT.
He was annoyed (to put it mildly). He didn’t like that we were “told” what to do. He didn’t understand why my mother’s husband’s family would come first… this was her first and most likely only grandchild. Round and round we went, for a MONTHS!
Finally a little more than a month before her birthday, the stalemate was broken and he conceded it really didn’t matter. My mom and her husband were going to be the only grandparents who would be able to make it, after all. His parents and my dad and his wife both live out of town and both had made it clear they weren’t going to be able to travel up. It would have been spiteful to schedule something when we knew they weren’t going to be able to make it when especially when there was no reason not to move it. In the end, it wouldn’t be fair to Tierney and it wouldn’t be fair to them. AND, they have been very generous to us and her.
It wasn’t worth fighting over. We let go. We went with the flow.
Once the date was set, we got into the thick of planning. We decided on a location; picked out, ordered and mailed invitations; decided on favors; planned activities; shopped for supplies… we had a good ole time.
Everything was set to go. As of Friday approximately fifty people were planning on attending. Excited and unable to sleep, I was up at 3am on Saturday baking the dozens of cupcakes. And, Saturday night I was up until after midnight finishing some decorations and getting a plan for the next day.
With everyone thing almost in order, Sunday morning I got up early to finish the preparations. I stuck to my list, slicing up the fruits and getting trays ready. Made sure the dogs were taken care of. As it got to be about 8am, I woke up Don as he had some finishing touches to the Hungry Caterpillar Toss. All the while I was grateful Baby Girl was sleeping in. Gave us a little bit of time without her under foot. Everything seemed to be going smoothly.
As it approached 9am, I decided it was time to wake up the guest of honor afraid if I let her sleep too much longer she wouldn’t have time to sneak in a late morning nap before the 1pm party. Didn’t want a cranky birthday girl!
So upstairs I trekked and there I found her still asleep, and groaning slightly. Struck me as odd, but maybe she was just having a bad dream… she does that now and again. As I crept to the side of her crib, she rolled over and let out a howl. It was the type of a howl all parents know, something wasn’t right.
Cooing to her gently, I lifted her from the crib. She was BURNING UP. Looking at her closely, I quickly noticed that her face was flush, her cheeks were swollen, and, her eyes were puffy. It was apparent she was sick.
Kicking myself thinking I had jinxed myself the day before by saying to Don, “We are soo lucky. We’ve really had a healthy baby. No major illnesses.” And him then saying, “You know she feels really warm to the touch today, I think something might be wrong.” Now she was waking up the day of her birthday party, sick.
There was not time however to worry about that. The situation had to be assessed further. Into my bedroom we went to our nursing chair where I gave her a bottle. She ignored it. Instead she snuggled into the crook of arm and went back to sleep. Not a good sign. It was then, I heard Don’s footsteps on the stairs. When he got to the top, I murmured to him to get a thermometer. He retreated and came back with four (nervous nelly!). Taking her temp, we found she had a low grade fever of just under 100.
All I could think was, now what? Do we cancel the party? But what about all the food? And all the time (and money!) we put into this shindig? But, she’s not that sick. Maybe we still have the party? It’s not like she would remember anyways? And, it’s only two hours after all?
Don and I talked. We couldn’t make a decision. Spoke to my mom. And still, we didn’t know what to do.
At the very least we decided to call a friend who was driving from a couple hours away to the party. They told us they were coming anyways, even if it was just to drop off the present.
With that, we decided the party was still on. It’s only a couple of hours after all. Don brought Baby Girl downstairs to snuggle and monitor the situation. And I got back to prepping. On to the devilled eggs!
As I was shelling the eggs… an arduous task as the egg’s shell was sticking… All I could think about was my baby girl. She was miserable. She was nestled into her poppa’s arms, not moving. Groans every now and again. She really wasn’t going to have fun at this party.
And then I thought about our guests. They were coming to see and celebrate how much she has grown in the past year. With her sick, they wouldn’t be able to observe how much she has blossomed into a feisty and compassionate little girl with a wicked sense of humor and amazing dance skills. Rather, best case scenario they would see a sick child snuggled in her momma’s arms and worst case, a screaming child complaining because she hurts.
It was with that recognition it became clear to me that if we had the party, Don and I were being selfish. It would have been all about us. We’d be “trying” to show off how much we love our daughter and what great of parents we are. Look how much time and effort we put into the party after all…That disgusted me.
So around 11am, we started the phone calls. The party was cancelled. We did, however, invite people to stop by the house and take food. We had enough to feed an army.
And people did stop by. Some folks dropped by and stayed. Others dropped in and after grabbing some food and favors, were on their way. It ended up being a small, intimate affair of a little more than a dozen people. Close friends and family.
It was nice. And, while not feeling great, Baby Girl seemed to enjoy herself. She got to stay in her jammies (she’ll wear the beautiful dress my aunt made another day). She got to be snuggled by me, her Aunt Sarah and Auntie V, and Nana rather than passed around. And shortly after opening her presents (after only being up a little more than an hour), go back to bed.
She didn’t get her smash cake, she’ll get that another day. She didn’t get to play with her friends, we’ll set up playdates. The left over food, we’ll eat up or I’ll freeze. The activities, they were planned so she could grow into them so she still has a number of years to enjoy them. So while it wasn’t what we planned, it worked out.
We could sit back and be disappointed. Could have fought through the roadblocks and forced the day. But that wouldn’t have been enjoyable for us or anyone. And who knows, maybe this was more enjoyable than it would have been had it turned out as planned. We did after all get a little more intimate time with folks. Who knows…
The experience has made me reflect on the bigger items in life. Like this party, there are many things in life that don’t go as planned. How often do we the fight to and try to force the plan? How long do we stick to an ideal before we give up? Or conversely, how often do we hold on to the smashed dream and the sadness that it didn’t happen before moving on? Are either worth it? How much easier would life be if we went with the flow and adapted? I know it’s not easy… It took me ALL morning to come to the realization that the party might not be meant to be. But perhaps if we consciously work towards letting go and going with the flow, life could be easier. Happier. I know Sunday was for me!
Dawn Lynn is an EveryDay medium. She lives and breathes via her intuition, which as a fourth generation intuitive from a family of Spiritualists came easily. Her abilities became apparent in early childhood and were cultured by a supportive family. Through her Blogs and Vlogs, she wants to help you become the EveryDay medium too.