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SUZANNE CAREY
DTLAL Associate Member
Sr. Columnist

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SUZANNE CAREY


Come And Sit A While!

The melancholic song of the Mourning Dove was once again her alarm clock, and the resentment of having to hear it let alone be woken up by it momentarily settled into her heavy heart. Trying so hard not to wallow in that dark and desolate place, Samantha breathed in through her nose, held it for the count of two, then slowly breathed out through her mouth. Three times she repeated this exercise, but the tears still managed to escape from her eyes and she just let them slide down her face, leaving wet tracks that puddled around her neck. 

Every morning for the last year was just like this, and she had enough. Life just wasn’t worth the effort anymore without him, but she would never end her own life, so she forced herself to move through her day the best way she knew how. Reaching over to the night stand she grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes. Sitting up she loudly blew her nose, her way of mocking the pervasive silence of her empty house, and slid out of bed. Dropping the tissue in the wastepaper basket, she padded barefoot into the bathroom and began her day. 

Turning on the coffee maker, she took her mug from the dish strainer and held it for a moment. The picture on the mug was a photo of Greg and her that they took in a photo booth at a country carnival on their honeymoon. He had the mug made as part of their first anniversary gift. Inside the mug was a beautiful Amethyst and diamond ring, the engagement ring they couldn't afford when they decided to get married. The mug had a couple of chips along the rim, but she still used it everyday, like she did when he first gifted her with it. And next month it would have been ten years. But universe decided to take away the one man that she had wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and even after a year, the memories still took away her ability to breathe, they hurt so badly. 

Not wanting to go to that black hole of despair, Sam put down her mug and filled it with coffee. Pouring the milk and stirring in the sugar, she took a small sip of the still hot beverage 

 

and carried it out the door to the little sitting area she loved to spend time in. It was such a peaceful place, one that she and Greg created together. They had both loved to garden, so when the Spring came they made time on the weekends to as they called it, playing in the dirt. Holding her coffee mug in her hand she closed her eyes and just let herself be in the moment. It felt so good not to think, not to feel, just be. A strange shift in energy disturbed her peace and she opened her eyes to see what it was. At first she saw nothing out of the ordinary, so she closed her eyes and went back into her quiet place, only to feel the change of energy again, only stronger this time. Not wanting to open her eyes she shifted her vision to her third eye. That allowed her to see the disturbance in a way her physical eyes couldn't, and what she saw blew her mind to say the least. 

Standing before her was the most beautiful Angel, its massive wings were closed around her form, almost like a cocoon,, yet she possessed an inner glow that allowed Sam to see her from inside. She just stared in amazement, not really sure what she was seeing was really. The Angel slowly opened her wings and pulled them behind her back. 

“Open your eyes” her soft voice filled her head’ “ You will be able to see me.” So doing as she was told Samantha opened her eyes, and indeed she could see the Angel before her. Never seeing a Celestial being up close all she could do was stare. Again the soft voice filled her mind, “My name is Gisele and I’m one of many, a collective of Celestial beings, thirty four in all. We are here to help facilitate and support the harolding of the fifth dimension energies. We have come to you because there is a job that we would ask you to do, one that you agreed to do before your earthly incarnation.” Samantha tried to speak but the words just wouldn't clear her throat. 

“No need for physical speech, we can hear your thoughts.” Not knowing what to say, Sam just waited for further instructions. Sitting in the chair opposite her, the Angel continued to explain her purpose and what was needed of her. After what seemed like hours, but in actuality was only mere moments, the Angel took her leave with the promise of returning in the near future. 

 

Sam just sat in stunned silence, not really comprehending what just happened.Suddenly remembering her coffee she took an absent minded sip, feeling slightly shocked because it was just as hot as when she poured it. 

The rest of the day went by in a weird sort of haze for Sam, and bedtime couldn’t come soon enough. Settling in for the night she fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, which was highly unusual. Sleep usually didn't come for hours after laying down. No sooner had she fallen asleep when she found herself back in her cozy little outside nook. Standing in front of the chairs she couldn't help but notice that the pink chair appeared to be glowing with a bright light. Moving closer Sam began to see a form emerge from the light, and as it took shape she began to recognize who it was. Heart pounding and palms sweating she began to shake all over. 

“Oh my God, Greg...Is that you? Can it be you?”
Reaching out his hand he gently pulled her close into his warm embrace and lovingly held her there until her shaking subsided.
“This cant be real” she whispered as she touched his face and stared into his bright blue eyes. “Oh my love it's very really” he answered softly as he guided her into the opposite chair. “Come sit for a while and I will tell you everything” 

The night passed much too soon for Sam, yet when she opened her eyes the pain of Gregs loss was no longer there. For now she knew that although his body was no longer on this earth, his spirit was still very much alive, and she could speak to him any time she wanted to,.and that brought her such an immense amount of comfort. She also now knew that she was being asked to bring this comfort to those who had lost a loved one and couldn't move past it. Samantha was now capable of bringing the passed overt loved one forward and channeling a conversation between the spirit and the seeker. It took very little time to set up a web site and to begin advertising her services. And as soon as that was completed Universe and the collective 

 

arranged for the people to come. Day after day, spirit after spirit, reconnections were made and healing was completed. Life had taken an amazing turn for the better and Sam truly loved her life. 

In healing others Sam was able to heal herself, and a few years later a new soul mate came into her life, bringing with him the joy she had been missing and two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. Samantha never forgot Greg, she never would, but now that she understood the truth, she needn't miss him because she knew he was very much alive and well, and wanted nothing more than for her to move on and be happy. And she did move on and she was incredibly happy. 

And along the way, knowing and living her life's purpose she was able to give that gift to so many others. And all it really took was an open mind, an open heart, and a little bit of time to come and sit for awhile. 

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PHOTO CREDIT: SUZANNE CAREY

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