As real as a tree …. as elusive as a spirit ….
I have no idea why, but until last week I had never before hugged a tree. We had flown to Nice for a short break to celebrate our wedding anniversary, and after a long climb up to the Colline du Chateau (castle ruins on the hill), my husband was casually taking photos. I’m not sure who was more surprised, him or I, when I found myself hugging this tree. There was something very spiritual about the place and although there is very little of the castle remaining, I ‘felt’ a strange sense of identification with the vibrations around me. Had I been there before? Not in this lifetime, but maybe in another perhaps? Whatever it was, I felt ‘welcomed’ and found myself drawn to this particular tree.
In many ways I think it was a momentary symbol of my passage from being a ‘sceptic’, to becoming a ‘believer’ in life after death. Prior to going away I’d been busy editing a book I will be releasing soon on Kindle, entitled ‘Being A Sceptic Is Oh So Easy’. It’s a collection of some of the psychic experiences I’ve had in my life. Many that were so buried away in the attic of my mind, that I’d almost forgotten them. It’s something I actually penned a couple of years ago, after attending an ‘Evening of Clairvoyance’. I didn’t receive any messages; but when I awoke next morning my head was full of things that I could only ‘clear’ by writing them down. Whoever was pushing me was insistent, and the flood of thoughts and memories became so overwhelming, I had to buy a hand-held recorder. For a couple of weeks I could be spotted talking out aloud to my recorder, as it sat on the seat next to me in the car, or on the windowsill whilst I was in the bath!
It didn’t take too long for me to realise that I was being helped by someone on the ‘other side’ and I refer to it as my ‘epiphany’. When it was finished I printed it out and filed it away in a box under my desk. It sat there until quite recently, when something compelled me to pull it back out. There is no doubt that spiritually I am growing; as each week passes since my ‘epiphany’, the research I continue to do to inform my fiction writing is validating my own discoveries. So when I found myself having my tree hugging moment, I think I was trying to demonstrate to those who have been ‘helping’ me from the spirit world, that I regard them as being as real as any solid object. I know they are there and are guiding me, I feel each of the different presences quite strongly. So ‘Being A Sceptic Is Oh So Easy’ is my personal journey that allows me to say, loudly and proudly ‘I know there is life after death’. It isn’t because of what I have read – it’s because of what I have seen, felt and received by way of validation. Indisputable messages that have come through to me via mediums, from loved ones now passed.
It’s interesting that although I’m not a prolific writer of poetry, I can compare two poems I wrote that were inspired by ‘psychic experiences’ and ironically reflect the change in my attitude towards spirits. The first poem ‘The Uninvited’ was written some years ago and demonstrates how uncomfortable I felt with a presence that seemed to want to be around me when I was alone. It was attached to a house we were living in at the time, and after we moved out my mother admitted she had also felt the presence whilst visiting us. She told me she was relieved we hadn’t stayed there very long, it was about nine months in total. The second poem ‘Never Lost’ was written more recently, after I received messages from my father, about two years after his death.
The Uninvited
I can see the breeze
Rustling through the branches
Laden with leaves
That should be basking in the sunshine
But not today
I hear that sad howling
Through the corridor
Next to my room
contd on pg 2