When it’s time for a loved one to leave our earthly realm, they do not leave without giving us a most precious gift. We are never left without something special, to have as a remembrance of them. This something isn’t physical, it’s much more fulfilling and permanent.
When my father passed in 1988, I was keenly aware he had left behind something I was lacking; intuition. Dad was an intuitive man, I was a naïve daughter. Shortly after his passing I was intuiting information without effort. Insights seem to come out of nowhere. Seeing deeper into life, questioning who I was, why my life had unfolded the way it had, and observing my personality flaws and strengths, was a new awareness. Insights and intuitive “knowings” kept coming, bringing me closer to the spirit realm which I had always believed in. But after dad’s passing, it seemed I was closer to the metaphysical world as it presented itself, and I could not ignore it.
Mystical experiences began to occur. One night while sleeping I was whisked up through the cosmos and I was allowed to visit my father in heaven. He stood before me with a message sent through thought, not words. A barrier existed between us, I was not able to touch him. This experience opened my sixth sense of intuition even further. As he passed into the spirit realm, he saw the higher truth of my life path, and knew his gift of intuition would be a crucial contribution. And it has been!
My mom recently passed and I am becoming keenly aware of what she has left behind for me; creativity and feeling of home. One of mom’s pleasures was to create a safe and beautiful home. She loved to decorate, cook, and create something new whether it was a new recipe or to crochet a scarf for someone. Her home was warm and inviting. I loved being her caretaker and visiting her home toward the end of her life as I realized I’d missed that safe and secure feeling of my own home.
Since her passing, I was given the honor to be the executor with a great many responsibilities. Once of them was selling her home. Letting go of mom’s home, a place of love, warmth, and beauty has not been easy. Feelings of emptiness emerged for several months, until a few weeks ago. Perhaps selfishly or not, I have taken many of her belongings; from furniture to dishes, lamps, blankets and photos and much more.
I’ve been renting for six years. Although God has me in a safe home, it is not my own. Often times I’ve felt frustrated by not being able to create a home which fully expresses me, to call my own. I settled in temporarily not completely unpacking, living with only that which is practical and necessary. Boxes of my belongings remain stacked downstairs in the basement. This home has served a purpose, yet something was still missing.
Now that mom’s items are with me in the rental house, I’m beginning to feel a sense of comfort. Mom’s energy is giving me a gift of the beautiful feelings of home. With her belongings here, I feel the energy of her warmth and creativity. I’m decorating a little, warming up the place, even if it is temporary. I feel creative and excited by the knowing a home of my own is forthcoming. Seems she’s aware of what I will need in the future. I’m being nudged to start thinking creatively. I can’t wait to paint and decorate a living space that is warm, inviting, and loving to express my soul.
I am heart-warmed by knowing that although our loved ones are not with us in the physical realm, they are with us in spirit. They undoubtedly leave us with gifts we are ready to receive and use, if we are open to receiving them.
We have spirit guides, loved ones, and angels looking over us. We are never alone. I believe all we need to do is open to the endless possibility that we are always given all that we need in divine timing. There is never a time that we are without something we need. Perhaps this perception is the key to opening to abundance in all areas of our life.