a stage at which when you open the Swedish book you automatically understand the Swedish words, although you have never studied the language. It’s hard to grasp from where you’re sitting. We can operate at whatever level we wish. Those who like to use words will continue to do so. It’s not an either/or situation. Limitation of possibilities only applies to your present human thinking. There’s no need to try looking around corners that don’t exist. There’s nothing to stop you having the best of all worlds.’
Visits from unhappy souls
In my individual sessions with people, souls who had committed suicide occasionally came through. Sometimes they were confused because, of course, they had sought oblivion and hadn’t found it. They were just wandering around frequenting old haunts, like public houses or bookmakers’ offices, and trying to talk to people who couldn’t see or hear them, which left them feeling very lonely and frustrated. I would suggest to them that they look for a light that would lead them to a guardian angel who would look after them. I’m glad to say that this usually worked.
Others weren’t confused at all. They had responded to the help that was always available to them from their guides and/or groups, such as Frank’s. Their purpose in coming through was to reassure their loved ones in the physical world that they were fine, and to express their regret for the pain that they had caused them by leaving so abruptly. Those who were left behind, particularly parents, often blamed themselves – and believed that they were somehow responsible for not noticing that there was any problem. Even though it was still difficult for them to get over the pain of separation and, particularly, the awful abruptness of it, they now had the consolation that their son or daughter or friend was alive and well.
I remember one unusual case. A young man who believed without reservation in continuing life was impatient to find out what it was like. He jumped off a wall with fatal consequences for his body. He came through to reassure his mother that he was in good form, except that he regretted that he couldn’t get back the same way that he had left. He would have to go through the whole process of reincarnation again (if, of course, he wished to do so). This was one soul who had not learned the art of patience.
Rightly or wrongly, I have come to the conclusion that the increasing incidence of suicide has been compounded by the fact that many souls find the density and restrictiveness of living in physical bodies on earth too much for them, after having experienced the freedom of spirit. Of course, this brings up the question of why any soul bothers to be born into such challenging situations. But, clearly, it’s all to do with raising levels of consciousness or awareness. An effective way to do this is to be forced up against a wall, so to speak, so that we have no choice but to try to liberate ourselves and find freedom in the way we think. Trying circumstances often bring out the best in people, and always teach a lesson.
Forebodings of death
Many of us fear death, even when we are reassured that there is something profoundly wonderful that follows. There are multiple stories of people who have had premonitions or forebodings of imminent death – and not usually their own death, either. In Ireland there used to be (maybe there still is) a tradition surrounding what is known as a ‘banshee’. My dictionary describes this creature as a ‘female spirit whose wailing warns of a death in a house’. Literally, the word ‘banshee’ means a ‘woman of the fairies’. As far as I know, it’s a mythical tradition that applies only to certain families.
There was a road leading to the house where I was brought up. At one of its turns, the banshee was believed to sit combing her hair. I remember hearing a story about a foolish man who snatched her comb and ran as fast as he could into his house. Hot on his heels, the banshee pursued him, and arrived wailing at the door. Realising the mistake he had made, he was about to hand her the comb, but the woman of the house stopped him. She placed the comb on some tongs and handed it to the banshee. As the banshee took the comb, the tongs broke in half. I expect the man was very grateful he hadn’t handed them over directly, and that he suffered no ill effects after the risk he took.
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