I'll never forget watching the old cartoon TV movie, Horton Hears a Whobased on Dr. Seuss' book about Horton the elephant who hears a speck of dust talking to him. Horton soon discovers that the speck of dust is a tiny planet that is populated by people called Whos, and he puts it on a clover to protect it, holding it with his trunk. No one else but Horton can hear the Whos. Eventually the community of Whos come together and surmise that by shouting together in unison, they might be heard by the greater universe. "We are here! We are here! We are here!" they shout into a megaphone, over and over again. But, no one hears them except for Horton. Finally, the mayor of Whoville finds one baby Who who has not added its voice to the fold. The baby is too young to speak, and only says a single, "Yopp!" into the megaphone, and finally the Whos are heard by the universe outside of their small speck of dust.
What a beautiful metaphor for our life on This School Called Planet Earth.
Dr. Peebles is always reminding us that we are upon this school called planet earth to "discover and dissolve the illusions of separation within self and between life." After nearly 25 years of channeling Dr. Peebles, and a lifetime (nearly 58 years) of deep spiritual study (my earliest memories go back to infancy), I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there are multitudes of spiritual dimensions, "many layers to the onion" as Dr. Peebles calls it.
My beloved Mom passed away on the Summer Solstice, June 20, 2012. I know that many of you can relate to the pain of losing a loved one. No amount of knowing that "they're dancing with the angels now" is going to alleviate that pain. Grief is a personal experience, and I've had my share of mine, even with all of my knowing about life after death. Even after my Mom came to me in spirit, and physically rubbed my back when I was crying in the night (and, yes, I saw and felt her), I continued to grieve. Even after she and others in spirit came to me early in the morning on February 14, 2018 as I lay in bed, and I heard them all clairaudially, I continued to grieve.
But, this morning, April 15, 2019, something changed. I woke up and was missing her something fierce. "I love you, Mommy. I miss you," I said, as I've said hundreds of times since she passed. And then I heard her say, in her soft reassuring voice, "Summy, you need to stop living in the past. I'm not there anymore. I'm here. Now. I'm with you right now. You can't move on with your life until you understand that. I'm still with you, and we will be working together, once you understand this."
Hey, I'm a spiritual teacher. I get this stuff. I know the truth of it. I teach it, for God's sake! (That's not just an expression.) I know it in my heart, but my human-ness had been overriding what I know to be truth. I am so blessed by the gifts of tangible knowing that there is eternal life after death from this physical plane. I don't ever doubt that, but I was living in an illusion. I was ignoring the voices that were loudly and clearly saying to me from Spirit, "We are here! We are here! We are here!" My grieving for the past was drowning out the sounds of the present.
Our loved ones are with us here and now. Sure, they were with us yesterday, and thank God for that! (As Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote, "'Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.") But, they will also be with us tomorrow. And the day after that.
You can always continue to build upon the relationships with those you have "lost" in this lifetime. Close your eyes and remember them. Love them. Strive to feel their spirit merging with your spirit. As much as you want them to feel your love, they want you to feel their love for you, too. Communicate with them in the same way as you would have talked to them on earth, such as, "Hey Mommy! I miss you! I'd love to see you sometime! How about we have tea this afternoon?" Then sit, have tea, pour her a cup (literally) and show her a chair. Invite her to sit. Close your eyes, breathe, listen. Stare at the chair where her spirit is sitting (stare with a lazy eye) and see if you can find movement there, or if you feel anything different about the energy in the room. Acknowledge what you feel, see, hear. Relationships are built upon us acknowledging each other! There are countless ways in which you can interact and develop your relationship with Spirit. Just like any other relationship, it takes commitment, time, a willingness to make that "phone call" and show up for the date for tea. It really works, and over time this kind of communication will become easier.
God and Spirit know that we are here. It's time for us to hear them and acknowledge their cries to us.
Stay tuned: I will be sharing more tips in my next newsletter about how you can build your own personal relationship with God and Spirit in more tangible ways.