I woke in the middle of the night with a small boy standing by my bed pointing across my bed to the empty spot near my window. He said "the girl is in pieces." I was so sleepy, but very aware I had just woken from a stressful, telling dream about a long lost friend of mine to find not only this boy, but several others standing in my room. They where spirits. He speaks plainly while the others voices where just a whisper. I promised I would try to help when I woke, but needed sleep right now.
Sleep did not come very well after that. Not because I was frightened or worried, but because I have had a pain in my back for the past week. This pain has demanded that I sit and write. Like a tide that does not stop coming in. Only pulling forward into my deep hidden reservoir of memories and spirit talk. I have been waiting for this tide for a very long time. Now finding myself staring at my feet being covered with the frothy substance of my words already forming in my mind. The tide moving up my body until I can not help but sit down and type.
When I woke in the morning the spirits had receded but still whispered at the back of my brain. You see I have the need to help all that come to me. Sometimes not investigating the necessity of my envolvement first. There is always the need to consider if those that are in need of help are good, bad, deceitful, loving, lying, blissful spirits. The same discernment needed in life is needed in the dealing with those know to be "dead." I guess the secret is, they are not dead. They are just changed in their form. Some will grow in their death from this world and some will remain the same, still in need of an attitude adjustment. Death does not mean a guarantee into a blissful place. Sometimes there is still work to do.
Getting back to my story. I work with the Archangel Azrael, he is a reaper in layman’s terms, a sponsor in the moment of death. He tells me very often he is there for violent deaths to help the victim become numb to the experience. Looking into his face of death in the moment of transition helps sedate, bring peace and remove them from going through something unspeakable. Then helping them find their door to the otherside. Part of the side effects are being stuck in that moment, dazed and confused like a Alzheimer patient. Stuck instead in the short term memory of that numbness. He has asked me to assist in the process of remembering and transition to the other side. For some reason beyond my understand, those stuck spirits have lost sight of there chaperone. They become blind to his presence and helping them in that dimension becomes more difficult.
I know this may sound like science fiction, right? Angels, reapers, spirits....... I don’t know if I would believe it if it was not my life. My proof is through the many experiences I have had. The reason that I believe in the angel Azrael, is through the gathering of information I hear in my mind that I would never have know without hearing it outside of myself. The night I met Azrael, I was in the shower and he appeared in front of me. That may seem like a strange place to meet a stranger. For me a single mom who’s life is very busy, the shower is a good place to contemplate the day and pay attention to the silence. When I saw his face, I asked who he was. His response was "I am the reaper." I was confused and concerned because I work very diligently on keeping myself and my family safe from spirits that are not balanced. I ask archangel Michael for confirmation that this spirit talking to me was for real. His response was "yes, he is the angel of death, Azrael." I stuck that information in my memory and finished my shower. When I was done drying off, my mind still spinning a bit about the possibility of meeting a reaper. I looked up Azrael, angel of death. Well guess what? There he was! In front of me on my computer was pictures of other peoples interpretation of him including a classic reaper in a hooded cape and depictions of a beautiful angel. So, how could I not believe, when the information was given to me plane as day. Information that I was not aware of until this moment. In my work I can tell someone 1000 miles away which tooth is hurting in their mouth or what side of their head their headache is on, just by sending myself out to that person. Its just a knowing. So this is the same, just in a more out of this world kind of way.
Moving forward to this moment. Azrael tells me the spirit I should be tending to is "the girl in pieces." Last night when I quickly looked at her, I see devastation. Remembering that when I decide to touch the information and spirits he brings to me, it is never pretty. Violent ends came to these precious people. Sometimes all alone and definitely alone now in their moment of death, usually frozen in that moment. Not knowing that they are released and could move on. There is a duplicity to them. There is the innocence of ignorance of their death and the memory of who they where before that moment. Often I see a complete frenetic movement in their energy that involves their whole being. As their original self stands near by, both stuck in their individual moments of their end.
This would be a good place to explain what I feel my main purpose is in answering Azrail’s call and assisting others when I do sessions. Sometimes at a very emotionally charged moment, usually devastating to our core, we reach for self preservation and get stuck. A moment such as a death of a loved one, abuse, neglect, severe accident or death of ones self... we brake apart from ourselves. This piece lost is called a soul fragment. A very intricate part of our whole that is a necessary piece of our puzzle , but forgotten about in its absence. In life it feels like something is missing, but usually we are not aware of its absence, we do not even know it has a name. More like something we need to go out and find or a hole to fill in ourselves with self medicating. I have seen very frightening pieces of a women as the child of sexual abuse. Depicting herself as she felt inside, broken and as frightening to look at as a horror movie. A self protective tool, I am guessing. Completely separate from its host. Another session involved a women escaping from her body and the physical demands of making love to her husband by literally floating and staying on her bedroom ceiling. In life once we come to the point of recognizing what is missing, reintegration of that fragment can be introduced.
In death it is like a freeze frame. If they died in fire, then possibly they are still looking out that window at the water hitting the window, but not helping them live. If they died of as a child of abuse, they may still be sad because they are not pretty as before due to their deadly injuries. There is always a moment that time stopped and the duplicity of their more self aware part that understands they need help. Two sides of the same coin that cannot see each others fatigue of the situation. As a healer I can talk to both sides of the coin/fragments and bring them together. Creating a peace in the moment to they can recover from the trauma, reintegrate and move on. Everyone involved learns something.
Only a short note about going a little further. We unwilling leave soul fragments in our past/liner lives. These very special pieces can reveil life long mysteries that can only be solved by unraveling the mysteries. Unwarranted fears, longings, urges to be something else, physical ailments.... so many possibilities. Finding these fragments lost in time, learning from them, intergrating and releasing that energy is a process worth working on. You will understand the forever misunderstood part of yourself. Changed forever by the knowing of a secret released from its time capsule. The most healthy medicine in the world.
All the stories I include in my writing are based on real experiences I have had working with others throughout my years of service. Tomorrow I will tell the story of ... The girl who is in peices. At the present I have not opened that book yet. I remain blind to her terror, a little nervous to open myself up to her fear. But, with the knowing that I will make a difference in a place beyond my seeing, I will share her pain and hold her hand in the process of integration and transition to the other side. See you tomorrow! Sweet dreams.....
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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.