My last entry about the girl in pieces. I am going to call her Julie..........
As I write this I see a solid form dressed in dark clothing, brush by my right side, like a shadow. I know it is Azrael, the angel of death. I hear him say….”This is not the end.” I involuntarily bring my arms up to hug myself, quenching the gooseflesh. He is only reinforcing what I already know.There is much more to this story.
During the next week I think of her often, but am not drawn into the story. I am patiently waiting for the next signal to pay attention. When the call to pay attention came I was standing at my closet putting sheets away, suddenly overwhelmed with a dizzy feeling. It is a familiar feeling that I have come to know as a physical confirmation of having a visitation from something non-human. I use that word non-human, because it could be spirit, angel or guide. It always makes me hold on to my head with my hands and whisper “woe…..” like the room is spinning, then sort of set back on its side. This was a signal for me to listen. As I tune into the women who is there to deliver the message she tells me that I am invited to follow the girl in pieces (Julie) through her journey of reintegration on the otherside. I had witness her crossing over, as she rode her bike backwards into the distance, suddenly caught into the light. I will be called upon when the time is right for me to observe her process. I am told that I am invited to experience the very important job of writing about what happens for her as she heals from her trauma left over from her human experience. What it is like over there and how things change when we are free of the human condition. The feeling that wells up inside of me with receiving this information is nothing short of pure excitement. I feel the sincerity of the asking and the honor it is to be part of this. I am told that the purpose of this exercise and experience is to move
into a time that earth is more like heaven, where humans can learn to make better choices to heal themselves and the planet all at once. Those of you reading this that question the word Heaven; I use that as a term that everyone understands. There really is no "religious" avenue attached to the use of the word, I just cannot find a better word to use to describe where we go after we turn in our physical body. It is home, our return flight to our original destination. This is the beginning of the story about the girl in pieces reintegration to the other side of here.
I find myself waiting for a call from the otherside. It feels like waiting for a call back for a very important job interview. I think I have it, but I question if the whole thing really happened. I know the girl in pieces, I will call her Julie, was in need of much repair. I have had the opportunity to talk briefly with spirits that have just crossed over, but it is very short and to the point. They are usually a bit confused and very purposeful in the realization that they have some unpacking to do after their long stay away from home. I have been pressed upon to understand that it is not my place to visit them in their transition. By transition, I mean immediately after they go into the light or cross over to the other side. Where we go after our body dies and our spirit is free. This spirit was earth bound for a long time after the death of her physical self, there is much for her to do to remember her original self. I have had angels tell me literally to back off. For some strange reason I am able to travel in my head to places I am not allowed. As a result I have had to learn to have restraint and discernment of right from wrong when is concerns the boundaries that me as a human must follow. So I wait for my phone call from the other side.
Last night I was at work, sitting still after putting the little girl to sleep that I take care of. Actually, when I look back at how she went to sleep, it seems strange. She was wide awake; I saw her cough and sputter. I took care of what was wrong and she literally fell asleep so fast, like someone conked her on the head. In a split second, out! Her mom and dad left to go out for the evening a few minutes later, then I was alone. Everything was happening so fast, like I was in a dance that was already choreographed and in motion, me in the middle reacting to the steps, but totally left out of the dress rehearsal. As soon as I sat
down to take a breath I was startled by a sharp zap to the left, back of my neck, very persistent and uncomfortable. I recognized it as spirit getting my attention. This happens often in my work. I will be woken up in the middle of the night with a direct touch from spirit that hurts a bit. It can be very persistent and slightly painful. I ask who it was, I heard a familiar voice responding to my question. At the same time I put my hand to my neck to squelch the feeling that someone was touching a nerve in my neck. Then suddenly I could feel the zap go through my hand and still into my neck. I have been waiting for my invitation to the other side for about a week. There seems to be a collective approach to get my attention involving a couple of spirits familiar to me. I asked the familiar visitor Troy to stop zapping me with electricity, it felt like one of those fake sticks of gum, you pull out and it shocks you until you let go. Well, I wanted him to let go already! He did stop when I asked. He is always the life of the party.
I am told they are here to tell me it is time to go for my first visit with Julie, she is recuperating. I am given a guide for my visit to the otherside, his name is John. I close my eyes and let him lead me to our destination. As I walk with John we are suddenly in the gardens. There is no big introduction to this place that is both the biggest mystery in our lifetime and so close we can touch it without moving a muscle. I have seen this amazing place before, not realizing exactly where I was.This is a place of recuperation and restore-ment. I can see with my internal vision, many people scattered on the grounds, inside and out. They are dressed like they are having a day off and decided not to get dressed for the day, bathrobes, comfortable clothes and shoes, pony tails. I notice someone smoking. The energy of the place is peace, no negativity… but an undercurrent of left over
heaviness, like a memory. The feelings are left over somewhere in their energy but no longer something that they need to attend to. One of the purposes of this place is to remember that fact. To let go of the human suffering. Remember! Remember! This is a process that could be taken care of in life here on earth, but most choose not to. At this point I feel prickly sensations all around my body, like tiny sensitive splinters that I cannot reach. I am told that my presence here is confusing my spirit and body. It would choose to cleanse itself, but cannot because I am still in my human flesh covered body. Part of me remembers being here many times before. It is like a reflex, to purge and remember. I very intense feeling of grief for a moment that relief is so close by, but I can only watch, no participating in the purging today.
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My name is Christina Laughton. I live in the country in NC. I have made it a long standing practice study ways to achieve health and peace in life through allowing your true self to be seen. I have fostered many unusual abilities such as seeing, hearing and sensing the usually unseen. Then finding the understanding of how to apply this to your life, to bring a balance to your mind, body and spirit. When in alignment with yourself you will always bring healing to all parts of your life.