Illusions of Death and Realities of Spirit: Nothing to Be Afraid of!

Today, the new year of Samhain to the Celts, is also All Saints’ Day to Roman Catholics. It’s also the beginning of the several day celebration of Día de los Muertos in Mexico. Overall, this is the time of year associated with a remembrance and closeness of those who have gone before. It’s a time when, according to legend, we have opportunity to be closer to those who have passed on.

Scary? Not really. Mysterious? Yep. Impossible to know and comprehend? Nope. The life energy of eternal Spirit comes as a bit of that whole known as the Spirit of all. That life energy arrives here with us in our mortal bodies. When the mortal ceases to exist, that life energy returns to the whole of Spirit, but now it is colored by the experience of abiding in our bodies, being us, i.e., within the fullness of Spirit, a part of it is clearly recognized as each of us when we return there. Pretty awesome!

Perhaps this means they can communicate with us in various ways, communicate as our ancestors. The spooky parts I don’t know about and don’t question. As I said last night, though, it’s okay to experience some storytelling and a little fright, just enough to remind us that we are, indeed, mortal.
With that in mind, I will tell in full the story I began this morning. Tonight, though, the story is from my dad’s side of the family dealing with his mother, illustrating that maybe the veil is thin.

My grandmother, my father’s mom, was in her 70s. Grandma lived with my uncle, aunt, and their six children who I was very close to. One day my cousins and I were playing a game inside the tiny house when we heard three loud, rumbling knocks from somewhere in the walls.

My grandmother had just entered the bathroom, and my aunt thought she had fallen. She yelled in, but Grandma said she was okay, in a rather meek voice. She came out of the bathroom, and my aunt asked what had happened because those three booms were centered in the bathroom. We older kids were convinced the noises were sonic booms from F-4 Phantom jets. In a shaky voice, my grandmother told my aunt that the bangs came from somewhere in the bathroom as soon as she had shut the door.

Grandma believed the phenomenon was an omen and that she knew it was her time to go, to die. My aunt dismissed her suspicions and told her she would be fine. She reminded Grandma she had an appointment with the doctor in three days, anyway, and she would be examined. She was, and she, through a series of tests, was diagnosed with colon cancer.

They operated on her, but the disease was spread too far. Over the course of the next few weeks, several strange things happened. One of those was my aunts visited a psychic, and whatever she told them, they were scared and forbade us from ever going. The only thing we knew is Grandma had told them exactly what the psychic did.

Also, we had an older cousin who, unbeknownst to any of us, was pregnant. In some of her last feeble words, Grandma told my cousin that she was pregnant and the sex of the baby.

Three months after her diagnosis, my grandmother died. There was another strangeness around this whole omen and the insights my grandma seemed to have. Before she died, she had told my aunt, the youngest child of seven in the family, that if there was any way to communicate from the other side, she would let her know by the number three that all was well.

The day of Grandma’s funeral, we all went to my youngest aunt’s house for the big family gathering — we had twenty five first cousins. According to my aunt, after everyone had gone home, she was exhausted emotionally and physically. She wasn’t thinking about any communications from beyond the veil.

As she sat on the edge of her bed, she felt three hard thumps on the other side. She thought it was my uncle doing something. Being exhausted and irritable, she yelled, “Joe, stop that.”
From the basement below her she heard my uncle call upstairs and ask if she was speaking to him. He had been sitting in a chair, quietly. Chills ran up her spine, but she called out, “Mom, if that’s you, please let me know.” Something pushed down on the end of the bed, and my aunt screamed for her husband to come upstairs. That was the end of it.

It seems there’s something weird with the number three, doesn’t it?

What isn’t weird, though, is to remember with fondness and love those that have passed. Don’t forget to speak with them and let them know. Sometimes, we may have issues with them. Now, is a good time to seek resolution. Remember, Heart is part of that eternal Spirit and can act as a mediator to help us experience, hear, and understand communications from that realm. Of course, there is other magic, too, that can assist us, as guided by our Heart.

Make it a productive day in terms of building relationships. Seek guidance from those who are now unhindered by Ego. We can experience some amazing progress in spiritual understanding at this time of the year. Give it a go!

​Blessings!