There are no accidents

Last week was an interesting lesson in how there are no accidents. You just have to be open to whatever happens in the moment. The course description for my presentation at an assisted living facility was left off that week’s calendar, so I arrived to an empty room. The facility director apologizing for the mix-up asked if I had time to visit a woman in hospice who was having difficulty transitioning. She had become semi-comatose the night before, frequently stopped breathing, but kept pulling back and started breathing again.

When we approached the door to her room, I had to stop. A wave of fear glued me to the ground. I started asking myself what I was so afraid of? Was I going to fail and be branded a fraud? Was I suddenly afraid of death? Why am I sweating like a pig? It took a couple of deep breaths to finally realize this fear didn’t feel like mine. What an incredible gift this woman just gave me in the her last moments in this life. She just gave me an intense, gut level understanding that while we all feel the same emotions, we all feel them in ways that are unique to us. If I can just relax and breathe when someone else’s emotions take over, I’ll be able to immediately recognize the “flavor” that makes them different from my own. I really do not have to “wear” other people’s feelings for a while just because I am an empath.

The hospice room was small, but comfortable. The woman lay in her hospital bed surrounded by photographs, stuffed animals, and small mementos from important moments in her life. It was both sad and sweet to see her life condensed into these few things that she chose to surround herself at the end of her life. Her hair was neatly combed and she wore a lace trimmed nightgown. Her body twitched and her breathing was very much like mine had been in the hallway. A woman sat in a chair on the other side of the bed reading a book. Given the way she was introduced, I thought she was a hospice worker. That thought tinged the scene with sadness.

Standing next to her bed I allowed myself to contact her field. I could sense her presence and asked if she wanted or needed help. The feeling she imparted to me was deep regret over words spoken and left unspoken that caused great harm and sadness to her brother. She did not have the strength to do what was necessary to resolve it. Again, I asked if she wanted or needed help and this time received an affirmative. I smoothed her energy field and set a vortex next to her bed to help her transition. I asked my spirit helper, Daddy Bray, if there was more that could be done to help her. He said the vortex could be used for more than assistance in making transition. She could also use it to travel to her bother and resolve her regrets before passing. He connected her to the vortex so that she could use it in this way. (This is the first time we’ve used the vortex for this purpose, so it is another gift from this woman’s passing that can serve others.) As soon as the vortex was in place she stopped fidgeting and her expression became calm.

As I closed my connection with her I noticed the woman who had been reading was holding the energy in the room. We spoke about what I’d done and that is when I learned she was the woman’s daughter. I shared more about the personal experiences I’d been shown and she said that explained the last phone conversation her mother had with her brother. She kept talking over him repeating the words, “I’m sorry.”

I received a call the next day saying the woman had transitioned easily and peacefully that evening and she had remained calm the entire time after I left. I am glad that I could give her that one gift in exchange for all the gifts she gave me during our brief time together.