The messages? How do you know if they are indeed “real”? That they are from God, Spirit, your guides or whatever you believe in? And, when it is coming from your head?
Sundays seem to be my days to ponder those sort of questions….It’s something I have been mulling around in my head and heart the past few days.
This is MY answer. The way that I know that the messages I receive are authentic.
I dated a shaman for three years. I accompanied him a lot on his healing journeys. There was a man that was in the process of “crossing over” (Or however you want to say it), and he (the shaman) asked me to participate in helping the man make his journey in a good, and peaceful way. “Larry” was breathing in a way, that let us all know that he was close. When he would stop taking breaths, everyone would say – be at peace, etc etc. I was an observer. I knew no one present, except for the shaman.
Before I knew it, I felt a presence next to me.
“HEY!”
omg – wtf?????
“HEY – I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!”
lord god – seriously???
“Will you tell them that I want to do this in my own way, my own time, without anyone present?”
what does one say to that sort of request?
ok
“Promise??”
I promise.
I waited.
Because, well, I wasn’t sure. Did he really ask me to communicate with his family? And, I was afraid to make a fool of myself.
“HEY!!!!”
lord god, he was back.
“You promised.”
He showed me a crane, with an old antique green truck hanging from the crane with an American Flag below it.
And then, he was gone.
Deep breath.
“Was ‘Larry’ the sort of guy that did things on his own time?”
Yes.
I gave them the message.
Everyone left.
I told my friend what he showed me.
He died that night…all alone….just like he wanted it.
We went to the funeral….on a huge estate in Taos.
After finding a parking place, we walked to the well manicured very expansive lawn where the service was being held.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
I couldn’t breathe.
I looked at my friend – and he said – very quietly – “I was wondering when you would see it.”
On the lawn was a firetruck.
With the ladder extended.
With a flag hanging from the top.
And down below – the pickup. Same color, same make and model that “Larry” had showed me.
Any time, I receive the messages, they come in the same way. Not really in my mind, although, of course, it has to be used to process it into words. It’s a feeling – a knowing – intuition.
It’s deeper and higher, everything and nothing. It’s the space between the seconds. When I doubt – they give me confirmation – a phone call from a friend – talking about parts of my message. A meme posted on social media. A critter who’s totem message is similar to the one I received.
Oh sure, I go back into my head – I’m human, after all…But, for the most part, I have faith.
You see, I’m not so different from those who are religious – they have faith – faith in something bigger than themselves.
May we walk together as one.
Blessings,
Paula
