Yep. Unnecessary reminder that my guides have been forcing me to shout, "HEY COYOTE YOU'RE A WRITER" a lot, too. ?
My next favorite post of this week!
Not only are we all fellow travelers, but we're actively integrating our struggles for the enrichment of the world.
Indeed. And beautifully put.
As an adolescent and young adult, I made many other attempts to take my life. At one point, I'd failed so many times that I gave up trying and became passive in my efforts. I'd take every drug that was offered to me—even though I hated the way drugs made me feel—and go walking alone at night in the middle of downtown Jackson or New Orleans. I spent a lot of time wandering the French Quarter along Decatur Street, right up to the purging mouth of the river.
Someone could make an endless (if depressing) streaming series using all the times I've mystifyingly escaped death by accident or homicide. (@laura-f, talk about God the Stand-up Comic! Pretty sure I've been a regular punchline.) But I never considered myself particularly special or blessed in that regard, at least never for very long. At some point it always occurred to me that I wasn't being spared a thousand-and-one additional horrors because I'm somehow more beloved by the Universe than the next fool, but because a.) I'd already lived and died plenty of times, most of them not so great (life being what it was, pre-first world industrial revolution), and b.) I had a job to do.
Emphasis on b.
I knew this even when I was a kid, but I kept hitting snooze—that was my problem. It took me a lot of repeat trips around the awakening process to finally get it together.
You're as old as anyone here, on the soul level. But this time around in the flesh suit, you're getting started on your intended path much sooner than most. And every single one of us is here celebrating that with you. It's so important, Coyote. It makes something more available, more possible in the world—for the collective. You are an upgraded feature, my friend.
Referring to Murakami's novel, I haven't read the whole thing yet. It's still on a long list waiting to be fully digested. I write using magical realism in my own fiction, so it's a thread I pay attention to, and it made me very happy to see that you'd taken to it.
P.S. It may not need to be said, but don't worry about replying to these posts. We know you need to prioritize your learning and your peace. Just know that we're here.
I thought you might want to know another interesting thing about my late friend Sue. Not only did she teach me about what she said happened to those who took their life (she was the first person to tell me there was no fire and brimstone hell, and that they were still having to learn whatever lesson they were trying to avoid by taking their life), she also told me that sometimes souls just needed a little help getting to the light. She told me that she used to help people at night cross over when she was asleep. She also told me when she was in her mid 40s that she would not make it past 54 yrs of age. (She did die at 54 yrs old).
A week before Sue's death she called me to tell me she was going to die. She said she was needed for a very important job because God needed her to help a lot of people cross over. My reaction to her telling me this was anger and disbelief. I loved her like a big sister and I just went into denial that this would happen. She died of a sudden heart attack on Dec. 16, 2004. On December 26, 2004 is when the tsunami hit Indonesia and 230,000 people died. Like everyone on the planet I was in shock about the tsunami and the lives lost but I then remembered what Sue told me. She was helping many of those souls who left after the tsunami disaster.
She also always told me that we sign up for the lives we lead because of the lessons we are supposed to learn and the lessons we teach others for our soul's infinity. She said she believed that God allows us to come home when our time is done and we've completed our mission, then we're on to the next.
There's so much about what I learned from this incredible friend of mine that changed my life and I miss her every day. Her daughter is like my niece and we're very close. She's married with two children and she calls me whenever she wants to "channel her mom" with me. Just the other day she was in distress about something and she called me for my advice. She said what I told her was spot on and sounded just like what her mom would say. I'm blessed to have her in my life and I feel tethered to my dear Sue's soul with her daughter.
One of the ironic things about Sue's death is my own mother passed away on Feb. 12, 1983 of a sudden heart attack in her sleep. Several days prior, my mother hinted to me (I didn't pick up on it until too late) that she "might not be around much longer". My mother was very psychic. She knew she was leaving too.
I hope I didn't go on too much, but I just wanted to share this with you - and everyone here.
Oh Tricia what a lovely story! Thank you so much for sharing and bringing up this beautiful connection as it is one that many of us have also been blessed to experience.
My "life changing' friend was a medical doctor, and also my first acupuncturist and the dearest, kindest and most gifted intuitive seer that I had ever been blessed with. I met her during the early 1990s and was with her into the 2000s.
We shared many intense experiences together. We were each others teachers as well as students and students and the experiences we had were not only beyond amazing but added greatly to the gifts of the other. What deep and innately spiritual experiences we shared. Amazing times.
She passed as well and I miss her dearly. But that connection is still so vivid and so amazing it's as if the separation by physical space and time never existed which of course they don't. I am so happy you had someone as well at this dimensional level.
She changed my life forever as she knew instantly when meeting me --innate auric viewing as if it was part of her normal collection of patients medical background-- but without discussion or opening unless she knew we knew what was happening. I did and oh it was fun!
To make a long story short she'd ask me to describe the paths the needles energy was affecting mine and then tell me what Chinese organ energy system I was describing and why my physical body was needing that.
Amazing times. Eventually the needles became an adjunct to my own innate abilities and she asked me to work on her in my home and later in her home and even on deeply challenging cases in her practice.
This is what @coyote refers to as the primary event in my life as the heading of this thread Thank you. Now everything changes." I will forever bless and be grateful to this dear lady.
Now, I can be grateful to everyone here and all you share and all you add to the enrichment of my experiences, lessons, and understandings of all of our varying gifts.
You are a delight Tricia as is every single one of you that has blessed this site over my 3 plus years here and you all deeply bless me personally as well. ?
Thank you Michele! You are such a beacon of light! You always make me smile, and a few happy tears are never bad either! HUGS! ❤️ ?
She also always told me that we sign up for the lives we lead because of the lessons we are supposed to learn and the lessons we teach others for our soul's infinity.
Tricia, this is such a beautiful commemoration of Sue, who loves you so radiantly! She wants you to feel her gratitude—your role in her daughter's life means everything.
She's showing me a glowing three-way phone line, which I think is her way of expressing that your presence helps keep that connection open and flowing. I can feel how much it means to her. There's such a feeling of joy that it's actually making me giddy! There's also something in this image that suggests to me that you are all souls who travel together: a "party line," a "friends and family connection." I feel a lot of laughter with that.
And it's profound that your mother, and later Sue, showed you that sometimes we can know when our service here is up and we're needed elsewhere. The dead are never dead; we just need to open different eyes to see them.
The 2004 tsunami has stayed with me in the most powerful way—I can't even tell you. So, learning that your friend had a role in helping those souls touches me way deep down. Ever since my dad died in 2006, I've been having intense dreams that involve tsunamis, tidal waves, and very intense storms and hurricanes. A lot of flooding. I'm lucid in many of them, and have learned a way to practice helping others "wake up" in the dream so that we can begin to shift the energy of fear into peace. When we manage to do it, it instantly calms the events that are happening around us. A 100-foot high wall of water instantly lowers to a gentle wave. People stop screaming and running. I believe this is a practice we need to all be doing in waking life and that I'm supposed to help encourage that somehow.
I've been noticing many, many, many more earthside/earthbound dead in recent years. So many appear confused, cold, wandering, lost in the dark. I always try to help whenever I can, and I know I'll be doing much more of this in the near future (mass deaths are immanent now in a time of pandemic).
[That said, I don't believe it's always okay for me to attempt to cross spirits over (they're people after all, and people have a right to be where they want to be as long as they're not hurting anyone). The act of "clearing houses" can feel like a violation to spirits who are just living where they've always lived.]
Referring to your quote above, my daughter told me something when she was 3-years-old. She said, "I picked you. I chose you to be my mommy."
I wrote it down in a journal and never forgot it. Still overwhelms me with emotion.
Later, when she was 12 and feeling very grown up (too cool for the world), I was telling my then partner what my daughter had said as a little girl. My daughter heard her name from the other room and came in to see what I was saying about her. Let me preface this by saying that she is an introvert, stable and solid. Much more an observer than an actor in any situation. She's not given to dramatizing herself.
So, she heard her name and asked what we were talking about, and I told her that I was telling M. what she'd said as a little girl: that she'd chosen me to be her mother. I assumed she'd laugh and go back to whatever she'd been doing, but she said, very seriously, "I know. I did."
M. and I were both taken aback by that.
So, I asked her why she believed she'd chosen me.
She didn't hesitate for a second.
She said, "Because I knew the lessons would be very important and the stories would be really good."
I get the feeling Sue and my daughter would be great friends. ?
Oh Vestralux! I'm so wonderfully emotional about your response. First of all, I'm so very happy for you and your daughter -- what a special relationship and blessing to have that kind of validation about one another.
She's showing me a glowing three-way phone line, which I think is her way of expressing that your presence helps keep that connection open and flowing. I can feel how much it means to her. There's such a feeling of joy that it's actually making me giddy! There's also something in this image that suggests to me that you are all souls who travel together: a "party line," a "friends and family connection." I feel a lot of laughter with that.
She said, "Because I knew the lessons would be very important and the stories would be really good."
I get the feeling Sue and my daughter would be great friends. ?
Thank you so much for what you said about how she's happy we're keeping the lines of communication open -- I know you are right about Sue feeling like we're still speaking using that three way phone line and how much it means to her. I can hear her saying to us right now "I love you pumpkin" ❤️ I am sure you are right about your daughter and her too.
When she was alive we literally spoke on the phone about 5 times per week. She lived in PA, me in CT. I used to spend many weekends with her and her daughter and we had many fun adventures. She lived in the main line area of Philly, and her home was near an American Indian burial ground. When I would drive 4+ hrs by myself to visit her and then leaving to go back home, she would tell me that she was sending a spirit named Hakatta (sp?) to protect me on my journey home. I arrived home one time and my husband went into the kitchen then came out and angrily said to me "Who his the big Indian guy named Hakatta in our Kitchen?" WHOA! That was one of the first times my husband revealed he could (reluctantly) see spirits to me! I told him he was sent to protect me by Sue. It took him a while to get used to that part of my life when we were first married :)
Thank you again & Love and light to you both! ? ❤️ ?
"Who his the big Indian guy named Hakatta in our Kitchen?" WHOA!
Whoa is right! Wow, that's incredible. I love this Sue of yours, Tricia. Thank you for sharing her with us. And this story of Hakatta and your husband and his reluctant gifts. ;)
@triciact, I often smile when you describe your relationship with your husband. It sounds like such a wonderful balance, and there seems to be a playfulness about it. He's a lightworker -- whether he likes it or not! No doubt you bring that side out in him.
You both gave me joy reading this exchange. Thank you. As for Hakatta - he sounds like a hoot! I know a couple of my spirit guides have wry senses of humor, and it sounds like Hakatta probably had a good giggle at your hubby's reaction as well. My hubby is pretty closed off. Only ONCE in 30 years did he get a straight on, hey dude, this is The Universe talking dream, and it was abot our daughter before we knew who she would be or where she'd be from. Aside from that one time, he's pretty closed off, and tends to roll his eyes when I smudge or read Tarot. At least after that one dream, when I tell him a [prophetic-ish] dream, now he listens. The way it seems to work is that wildlife is drawn to him (skunks follow him home, for example), but I'm the one that sees non-human/non-alive entities and senses energies and auras. So I guess it balances out in a way.