It’s when something bad happens that your true belief system is called into question.
Do you react in a way that’s not consistent with what you preach or do you take comfort in what you understand and know.
This is true, especially when a friend or a loved one dies. You are thrown back on what you truly believe about death and the afterlife.
For me, I don’t believe death exists, but it’s a transition to another state where you continue to be fully aware and conscious (assuming you understand what is happening to you) and you continue on.
I also don’t believe it’s random.
However, when it does happen, it can be unexpected, and come as a great shock to you and those who knew the departed.
If you’re an Empath, you will pick up on the grief of those around you, and that can be overwhelming and horrible to feel.
I bring this up because this week, a dear friend of mine passed away. Her name was Colleen Davey, and she was a member of my blog and a mod in my chatroom.
She died from complications from heart surgery. She was in her mid 20s.
She was a gentle and honest person, and very loyal. She cared about people and was always planning to bring joy to the world and make it a better place for everyone. She spoke about her plans for this a lot.
She was also someone I considered a part of my soul family. She had clear past life memories of us and other soul family members. She would discuss these with me in great detail. Sometimes I would get up to 100 e-mails a day from her, and she would e-mail me most days.
She knew who I was before I had worked it out. She reminded me of many things that had the ring of truth to it. And her information was later verified, independently, by several others who had never even met her.
She struggled greatly with her past lives, and who she was, and how she always felt she wasn’t important.
But she was important. I told her that. In spite of how some had treated her, she was the compassion and love that people needed. My soul family is insane. They would have to be to do what they did, but there were always some trying to hold us all together. Colleen was one of them.
She did appear to me in my dream the night after she passed away. It was clear and vivid. She looked good and she looked happy.
Yes, on this level, I am grief stricken, even though I do know full well she’s simply moved to a higher level. It’s the tangible loss I feel.
And if I should connect to those who knew her, I feel the devastation and absolute grief. It’s overwhelming and I feel impotent because I can’t do anything to help them. They don’t even know who I am.
I asked my guides, who she was also familiar with, why she left. They told me her task was done and she was ready to go.
I said they didn’t seem very upset about it. They responded with: Why would they? She was with them now, and they were all waiting for me to finish my work so I could leave, too, and they could all go home. But they said I still had a lot of work to do.
Today is Thanksgiving in America. I wish you a joyful day to all my American friends, and there are many.
I am also thankful to have known you, Colleen, even if it was for a few short years. You filled in many of the gaps in my knowledge and know that I cared for you very greatly.
My prayers, love, healing and thoughts go out to her friends and family. Know she is fine and we are left behind to carry on.
