I’m beginning to think my blog has been hijacked by my people in the Afterlife, right? Today’s post talks about a very personal experience I had at the conference last week.
During the Afterlife Awareness Conference I was scheduled to be in two small groups with the featured mediums. Before coming, I’d set my intention: I wanted to hear from my mother. She’d been very silent in recent years, while my father had been super-chatty from the afterlife. This time, I wanted to hear from her. Instead of my own wedding ring I wore a small emerald ring of hers and I sent my intention out to the universe. Mom, come on in!
During the conference I kept running into a medium I’d never before heard of. A guy, maybe in his 30s. It seemed like everywhere I went, there he was, either passing by or I’d see him out of the corner of my eye. I was curious.
He was to do a big group reading for our entire assembly and the next day I was scheduled to be part of a smaller, 15-person group that would get more personal attention.
Now, just so you know, I’m the best fit for a straightforward, matter-of-fact medium, an evidential medium that gives me facts and figures and a little spiritual stuff. But during the large group presentation I was taken aback that this one was emotional and dramatic. He was very, very good with grieving parents. I was not, however, a grieving parent. Or even a grieving person. My grief departed a long time ago. I was simply a seeker.
“I’m a little worried about my small group with him,” I said to one of the women I’d met. “Maybe he’s not the right fit for me.”
“I’ll buy your ticket from you,” she said. She’d lost her son and was anxious for whatever connection might be made.
I thought about it.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll give it a try.”
In the conference room with 14 others I liked the vibe I got as I watched him across the conference table. The door shut and he began. He looked straight at me.
“Your mother’s here!” he announced.
“I see you, Carol, I see who you are,’ she’s saying.” His eyes bore into mine. He spoke my mother’s words: “From the time you were a little girl of 5, 6 7, 8 you were a beautiful bright light. I’ve always seen you. You have an amazing and extraordinary gift for sharing your heart. Keep writing your story. Focus. Never lose sight of your dream. I believe in you and your story, keep writing, always. Never lose sight of your dream.”
There was more, but this was the magical message and you’ll see why.
Late that night I was heading to the Business Center to print my boarding pass when I saw the medium in the hall talking to another man. He excused himself from his conversation, saying “I’ve got to talk to this woman.” He headed straight for me, took my arm, looked into my eyes and said;
“YOU are AMAZING. You are loving, heart-centered and connected. Tell your stories so the rest of us can benefit. Don’t let that go. Your people on the other side will help you along.” He hugged me.
I walked back to my room in a daze. I’d already written and scheduled a blog post all about open hearts and had talked to my husband the day before about the same subject. And it’s not a secret that I’d been struggling with my book, changed direction, stopped, couldn’t focus. It seemed so …synchronous—to hear this message from my mother and from the medium.
The following day the medium and I ended up in the same closing circle. We talked a little bit about him coming to the west coast again and he asked for my card. Here is my card:
He looked at the card and then at me.
“That’s right,” I said. “I’m a writer.”
Exactly two people at the conference knew that. Neither of them knew him.
He shook his head. “You can’t make this stuff up.”
The following day I was at Powell’s Bookstore browsing the stacks. I came across some prints of inspirational sayings. Now, I’ve probably seen just about every inspirational saying that exists. Except for the one that fell out of the stack into my hands:
It now hangs in my office.
*Disclaimer: I am not without my critical eye. Here is the general part that could apply to anyone: “You are a bright light…” And here is the part that could only apply to someone struggling with writing from their heart –of which there was only one in that room and that was me: “Please continue to write your stories.”
PS For new readers who are asking about how I got into this, this is not a one-off event. I have been exploring this world for years. Go to All Blog Posts tab on my home page and scroll down….there are quite a few recent posts and many older ones.