When my Grandma passed, I was in my early thirties. I was devastated. Hers was the first really close family member I’d lost. We had talked for hours every day on the phone for as long as I could remember. She was my mentor, confidante and source of inspiration. I couldn’t imagine life without her, so I cried solidly for two weeks. At the end of the two weeks I had a dream/vision.
As I lay there, my Grandad, who had passed over six months prior, brought her into my room. He told me she was extremely weak and couldn’t stay long, but she wanted to see me before she went to 'hospital'. Grandma was leaning heavily on him and looked exhausted. He placed her in the bed beside me and we hugged and chatted for some time. Well, I did most of the talking, telling her how much I was going to miss her and I didn’t know how I’d cope. She reassured me, smiling weakly.
All too soon, my Grandad came to take her away. I could feel my body cooling where she’d lain next to me.
After Grandma’s visit, I found my loss easier to bear. She has visited me many times since, still imparting her wisdom and love.
My expectation when my husband Butch passed was that I would be able to see him straight away. He was soulmate and our love had been so strong, I thought it would be different, that he would visit within a short space of time.
Although I had ‘indicators’ (more about these in another blog) he was sending messages of love, it just wasn’t enough.
I’m an impatient person and was expecting Butch to come and visit me as soon as possible…A week for healing was more than sufficient as far as my selfish self was concerned, even though I knew his body and soul had taken a beating before he passed.
Over a period of three weeks, I had three dreams/visions which showed him in different phases of healing.
In the first one, we were in a quiet area within nature, sitting at a table for two. As we sat together, I could see a black and white movie of his life from early childhood, playing above his head. I knew intuitively it was necessary for each event or lesson that had shaped his life to be healed. The ‘movie’ was scratchy to begin with, similar to an old silent movie. As we watched, the quality began to improve dramatically.
In the second one, he was on the second level of a two story building and I wasn’t allowed in. A nurse came over and told me how well he was doing and how happy she was with his progress.
I could see Butch through the door; he was dressed in white and appeared as a child. Healing requires us to be healed from the moment we were born until the day we pass. At that time he appeared to be about 8-10 years old.
The last time I saw him in the ‘hospital’, he was an adult. He was lying on a bed in a pure white room, dressed in white. He still looked tired, managing a weak smile when he saw me.
I was asked if I would like to wheel him on his bed to the next part of his healing process. Of course I jumped at the chance.
There were two adult males seated in the same room, leaning against the wall, looking poorly and wearing normal everyday clothes. I offered to take them with me, saying they could sit on the end of the bed, if they liked.
A nurse told me they couldn’t because they weren’t ready to go on yet. I didn’t realise the significance that they weren’t wearing white until later. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have been allowed to follow Butch's progress and to see what happens after someone leaves the earthly plane.
Some time later Butch appeared to me without the assistance of a dream or vision. He looked the healthiest he'd been for some time, so I knew he had completed his period of healing.
I believe these dreams/visions were reminders about what happens when someone passes. I’ve always known there was a healing centre, but hadn’t thought to investigate this belief any further until I had these dreams/visions.
So, if someone you love has passed over and you are waiting for a sign they got there alright and for them to 'reconnect' with you, be patient, they could need healing before they can raise their vibration enough to visit.
If like me, you aren't patient, look for small 'indicators' like phone calls with no one there, strange static on your stereo/radio, weird noises or misplaced objects that turn up exactly where you put them in the first place. Sometimes this is all they can manage before their soul/source is restored and we should be grateful for what we get instead of expecting more.
Three years on, there are times when I don't 'see' Butch, but I can feel his presence like a huge heat hug, electrical disturbances, misplaced items, empty emails or texts from no one. Our loved have many ways of staying in contact, we just need to be present and aware...and appreciate them for what they are!