Does Time Really Heal All Wounds ?
This coming Sunday will mark the one year anniversary of the passing of my father, Dale Wolfe, Sr. As the approach of this day has loomed seemingly over my head since the start of this month, it has brought much reflection to my life. Once the calendar flipped over to the month of June, I set a conscious intention to make July as busy as possible so that I would be distracted and would not have time to feel the sadness that still knocks me to my knees at times. There is a hole in my heart that no one else can fill. And even though I know Dad’s spirit is around me, and seen quite often by my son, it is not the same. That human being that I am is still a very sense oriented person. I want to hold Dad’s hand again. I want to feel his strong arms around me. I want to see those hazel eyes twinkle and hear that amazing laugh. I want and I want, but it doesn’t seem to change things.
In the higher perspective, I have the conscious awareness that it was Dad’s “time” to go. He was ready to let go of his physical form and no longer be in pain. Cancer is a terrible illness and involves so much on an energetic level I couldn’t even explain it in words. If I could perhaps set off a nuclear bomb that’s radiation infects everything within it’s path for miles and miles of existence, it might begin to scratch the surface of what this horrid disease does to a person. I am forever grateful that my dear Father no longer feels this pain or struggle within himself.
It’s been a long year without him. Milestones and tragedies have occurred in the family. We lost my father in law, George, six months after Dad passed, to cancer as well. Dad’s spirit was there at the hospital as I assisted George in his transition, guiding me and supporting me every step of the way. When I had to be strong for my husband and our family, Dad was there lending his hand and his strength to me once more. So often I am drawn to pick up the phone and call him to share something that’s happened with my kids or ask for one of his pearls of wisdom, and then I realize that I can’t do that anymore. But now he knows without me even saying the words. I find myself singing the songs we liked to sing or watching the westerns we would watch together. Recently when I went to the theater to see a new western, I could feel Dad right there next to me, talking to me about how much the Lone Ranger had changed since he used to see it.
There is much that saddens me, but in so many ways I am forever thankful for the new connection that Dad and I share. I truly feel he is the one person in the whole wide world that ever really understood me and never judged me. To say this man loved me unconditionally would be an understatement. He didn’t always understand what I did, or agree with my belief systems, but he accepted me.
I hadn’t realized until just recently how much guilt I was holding onto in regards to how Dad passed. Me, being so enlightened and all (right!) just assumed I aligned with that higher understanding of each soul choosing their exit point and transitioning when it was there chosen time. Someone should have explained that to my unconscious and conscious mind, because in the depths of those realms laid a heavy weight of false belief thinking I could have done something different to prevent his passing and the accident that ultimately caused his death. That little girl inside me that he’d protected and safeguarded my whole life was questioning how on earth I could not do the same for my beloved father. Why had I failed him? How could I fail him?
Just writing those words takes the air out of my lungs.
My father was the first to step forward upon this realization and ask to assist in helping me clear that energy. He reassured me that it was nothing I did or did not do. He wasn’t living a life he wanted to live anymore and he was through with hospitals, chemo treatments and being poked and prodded. He couldn’t be the man he wanted to be and so he chose to move into a different vibration that allowed him the freedom to watch over his family. This was his solution, he said, this was his soul-ution. As he spoke to me a clarity came over my mind and my body. I felt a peace I hadn’t felt in some time move through me.
So where is the gift in all this? Of course it is that my father is no longer in pain and as the eternal soul that he is, he is still present in my life. But is there more that I am to learn from this? Was there something else? I posed these questions to my Dad this morning as I enjoyed the few moments of quiet time I had. When I looked back at the last few years in my life and the losses I’ve experienced on a personal level – two very close friends and the two fathers in my life – as well as the many transitions I’ve assisted with, I felt like there was more I was supposed to understand.
So many people turn to you to bring through messages from their loved ones who have passed because they are in such a deep state of grief, my father said. What if you could teach them to move through that grief by connecting with their loved ones from the other side? The healing can go hand in hand, just as it has worked for you. Think of the times I’ve asked you to give me your pain so that I could assist you. Think of the energy, prayer and emotional techniques you’ve used over the last year and what has helped you. What if you could teach others this very same thing? Moving through the emotions, connecting to their loved ones and having Angelic assistance to boot! Sounds like a great plan to me!
Yep, Dad. It sounds like a great plan to me too. Looks like there is another gift here to be found. I think I’ve got a lot of writing to do and a big project in the works now. Good thing I’ve got help with this one!
Does times heal all wounds? I think the void that is created when we lose a loved one through death is a deep wound. But as with all wounds, the healing begins when we find the right remedy. Perhaps the best soul-ution for that is filling the void with the love we feel for those that have passed and making the conscious choice to connect with them.
I love you, Daddy. Thanks for helping me to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other.
Confirmations…And So It Is!
Ever since I was a little girl and began to tap into my intuitive abilities, I wanted assurance that was I was feeling and sensing was “real”. There has always been a need inside to provide some sort of evidence as to what I was feeling within my body and sensing inside my heart and mind. As I got older, that same desire of proof was there, but had faded as I began to expand my intuition and trust in the insight that came through.
When information comes to me it hits me like a wave. If you think of what its like to stand on a beach with the ocean water covering your ankles as you watch the tide come towards you, that’s similar to the energetics I receive when I pick up messages and insight. I get a feeling of a vibration coming towards my field and then it hits me like a wave washing over me. As more understanding comes through, the waves become higher and more intense. I never know how long the process will take or when the direction of the awareness will change. It literally for me is all about going with the flow. I guess you could call it soul surfing.
My need for confirmation has changed, yet there are times when messages from Spirit come through that I will later turn to my guides and question them, “Really?” Many of the things that come through in an intuitive or healing session do not make sense to me but have personal connection for the clients I am working with. I find there is always a higher purpose in all situations no matter if I “get it” or I don’t “get it”.
I recently met with a beautiful young woman and her mother. The teenage girl was quite gifted with her healing touch abilities as well as her amazing connection to the rock and crystal kingdom. She had been bullied in school and labeled with various issues throughout her short life. To recognize her inherent gifts would be a huge impact on her self-esteem and this is what I encouraged her to explore. Her mother and she went to a local rock shop here in town to pick up some things so the teenage girl could start experimenting. As soon as they arrived, the mother was put off by the energy in an area of the store and was feeling quite anxious. She wanted to leave, but found her daughter happily exploring in another room of the shop so she decided to stay. The young woman found a few stones that called to her and together they went to the register to pay for their purchase. As they were checking out, the mother mentioned to the man helping them that her daughter was a natural healer and was learning more about her connection to rocks. He asked the young girl, “Did you see the rubies behind you?” She did not hear him, but the mother did. “Did you say rubies?” she asked. He nodded yes, and showed them the display. This was a clear message from Spirit.
In her session, the girl had asked about her half-sister who had passed. She wanted to know if she was okay now and if she had any messages for her. The sister was doing wonderful and told my client to be on the look out for a special sign she would be sending her soon – A ruby. My client’s sister’s name was Ruby and she wanted very much to give her validation and assistance with what she was going through in this time of her life.
What a beautiful blessing and gift. When the mother told me of this, the tears began to flow as I once again felt the love between these two sisters. It was also a nice confirmation to me that what I was seeing was real.
Earlier this week, I had the amazing opportunity to work with a client doing distance energy work. I’ve worked with her several times and most recently she’d been feeling out-of-place, like she didn’t belong. She’d gotten the intuitive nudge that she might possibly be a starseed or a starperson – a soul that has derived from another star system within the solar system. So many of her feelings coincided with what many in this situation express.
I started with a basic chakra clearing and asked for her guides to be present. This time, one guide I’d never seen stepped forward. He was unlike any other light being I’ve met before. He began to show me a technique of bringing golden light into her energy field and forming geometric shapes over and through her field. He said that she originated from Orion and this was an ancient healing technique used there. As her field and vibration increased, I began to see the most beautiful shapes form in front of her chakra system. They were colorful and well-defined. Starting at the root chakra, one pattern formed in front of it and then shot inside of the chakra itself with a surge of energy. The guide called these formations, “The Flower of Life” and said that they would assist my client and bring her further understanding. Her energy field was a whirl of activity, light and beauty at the end of the session.
Uhhhhhh……starpeople? Orion? Flower of Life? That’s a bit much for even me to swallow and I’m neck deep into the “woo-woo” stuff. But It felt so right. Being in the flow of the session I did not question it for a moment. Later, when my ego mind and logic came into play, I began to doubt.
As I sat in my office pondering what had happened, I felt a familiar presence in the room. It was Arch Angel Michael. “Still looking for confirmations, huh? You know there was a time when you just clapped your hands and said ‘AND SO IT IS’ and that was all there was to it. So, Ms. Doubting Thomas, why don’t you look up The Flower of Life and see what it is?”
(and by the way, there is a part of me that finds it incredibly funny that I have no issue at all talking to Angels and carrying on conversations with them, but to think that other light beings really exist in other star system seems like a stretch for me)
What I found online amazed me. It took my breath away. I know of sacred geometry and astronomy, but I am not versed in those studies. I had no knowledge of the impact of Orion to the ancients people of this planet, nor did I know that The Flower of Life was a symbol used in sacred geometry or that the two are tied together. To discover that was a HUGE ah-hah moment for me.
Allow me to introduce, The Flower of Life…
I share this with you, not to put myself up on a pedestal, for that is not my intent. My intent is to show you that sometimes trust and faith are vastly underrated. We can spend so much of our time searching for validation that we miss the gifts and blessings directly in front of us. The only confirmation that you really need is that your intuitive guidance feels RIGHT for YOU.
And let me just finish that off with a loud clapping of my hands as I affirm, “AND SO IT IS!”
Pay Attention to the Signs
Depending on your belief system of life and death, you may or may not believe that souls communicate from the other side of the veil once they’ve passed on. If you doubt the fact of after death communication, I would invite you to keep an open mind and pay attention to the signs. Heck, don’t just pay attention to them – ASK FOR THEM.
I am reminded of a time in 1993 when I’d been married for two years and my husband and I were trying to conceive our first child. After one year of trying, I was getting pretty hopeless and down, doubting my physical issues and thinking that I was the cause of our seemingly infertile state. I joined a prayer group at church, and we began to pray for one another’s goals. As I repeated my prayers and affirmations, I asked my grandmother, who had crossed over, to help give me a sign that I was pregnant. About six weeks went by, and as I was counting a deposit at work, I found my sign. I had asked for a twenty dollar bill with my birth year on it (1969) to come into my life. Anyone who deals with money knows that most bills in circulation are quite new and older bills are pretty rare. I bought the $20 out of the deposit and stopped at my doctor’s office on the way home from work. You guessed it – I was pregnant!
Much of the time, those signs show up for us when we’re not expecting them. They are a little reminder from our loved ones that they are okay and that they are thinking of us. I’ve been experiencing those instances quite frequently since the recent deaths of my father and father in law.
My husband and I were out to lunch last week when a Santana song began to play over the sound system at the restaurant. Not out of the ordinary for a Mexican restaurant, but then the following song that played was the one that came on our IPod in the hospital right after George, my father in law, passed. We took note of it and then a short time later, the song that plays in the background of the online memorial I created for George began to play. I looked at Tim, my husband, and told him that I thought his father was trying to tell him something. The ever doubting skeptic looked at me, smiled and laughed it off.
He then received a phone call from the minister that was performing the memorial service to go over details. As they planned and spoke together with my mother in law, I could feel George’s presence very strong. Tim was tasked with finding music for the ceremony. As we returned to our meal, the song, “Somewhere in Heaven” began to play. This is the song that plays during the memorial video we made for the service. It is a very obscure song, beautiful in fact, but never a hit and I’ve never heard it played in public anywhere. Tim gasped in amazement and said, “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!”
Coincidence? Is there even such a thing? Is it coincidence then that after that song as we discussed music to play at the service other songs began to flood through the sound system we’ve never heard before that were spot on perfect for his father – a flamenco guitar rendition of Stairway to Heaven followed by a Latin version of Dust in the Wind. And even more so, was it coincidence that the restaurant sold this CD? We’ve been dining there for seven years, since it opened, and we’ve never seen music for sale. The waiter told us about the artist and when we checked the CD label it was recorded in La Mesa, CA, a few miles away from where George lived much of his life.
Other signs appeared. George’s ashes arrived a few hours before the service while both his sisters were at the house. We were not expecting them to be delivered till the following week, but in true form, George was never late for a party! The technical system went crazy at the service – mics came on and shut off, music was played while other songs were supposed to play. The video was delayed. But it was all divinely orchestrated and perfect in it’s own right – just like George.
I remember standing at the pulpit, waiting for the background music to begin to play so I could sing the song, “My Way.” The song did not start right away, but it was nice to have a few moments to catch my breath. As I did, I could feel George right next to me. The first few verses went fine, and then I began to shake. I had to hold onto the podium because I thought my legs might give way. I could fully feel his energy all around me, whirling around like the tornado he always has been. He chose that song to convey to everyone what his life meant to him. I began to cry through the second half of the song, but finished strong as his energy moved through me. I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but as you read the lyrics to the song, I think you’ll understand what George wanted everyone to understand:
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and ev’ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
“Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way”
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!