“They” say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. As a Medium, connecting with those on the Spirit side of life, I say that death too can be beautiful.
As a child, I learned to fear death and what would happen on that journey. I found the mystery of the shadows down a dark hall more intimidating than curious. While I tried to live in a 3D world of believing what could be seen, my relationship with Spirit told me otherwise. My youngest days saw Spirit appear in the light of day. Sometimes at the park or in my room, and sometimes in the quiet of nature. I loved connecting with my friends and they seemed to be happy to my little self.
It was upon being old enough to realise that my Spirit friends were no longer in the 3D world that I tried so desperately to fit into, even though it was clear that I did not, that I felt unsettled. It was in the reference to “Sammi’s stories” when I shared about visitations or something funny that a Spirit had shared that others did not believe, that I questioned why that was. It was in the realization that Nanny was sick and her visitations to me in dream space to let me know I would soon not be able to see her physical form that I saw my grown ups did not understand my experience. It was in those shadows that I met fear.
I, like many of you, was not taught about the beauty of death. I was taught that we are here as humans and then die to become angels. Unless they were “bad”, well then they were going to that other place. On hot humid days when the thunder would roll, my Mom would say “Nanny is bowling with the angels up in Heaven.” This image of a bowling lane in the clouds was so far off my experience with Spirit, and my literal interpretation left me wanting truth and validation. Although this funny scene may have chased away the clouds of fear for some, it only reminded me of bedtime stories laced in fiction. And it reminded me that grown ups tell fairy tales when they did not want to share what they were really thinking.
Being one that could blend in with the grown ups, silent and small, sitting quietly in corners, I heard the stories of pain and illness. No one spoke of the beauty in death. As I grew older, and experienced physical loss, again there was talk of suffering. I saw the pain prior to death and my soul could once again not reconcile the idea of life just being gone. My vibration rang with the stories of the pain and loss and so I began to see Spirit as they passed, no longer in the sunny days of a visitation. Fear lived in that low vibration and fear.
Thankfully, as I learned to raise my vibration and have boundaries with how our relationship would work, my connection with Spirit was once again as it had been as a small child. Visitations with Spirit would once again be filled with who they loved and how they had healed. Spirit loved ones were excited to connect with their living people and I was able to be witness to the beautiful healing and joy that their messages would bring. The spirit side of life was no longer something to be afraid of (sorry Hollywood) but rather a beautiful connection that held no limits or timelines.
Through my work as a Medium, I am blessed to be chosen to share some of these messages from Spirit. And, sometimes I am humbled to be called in for support for the transition of life into death. It is sometimes for my clients who are getting ready to “graduate”, and sometimes for their family. Through being witness of the passing of some of my own beloved family members as well, I have experienced the human emotions of physical loss, and also seen how different the journey can be for each individual.
My journey has taught me that fear taints our experience. Fear clouds a sunny day with gloom. When we shift that fear to something higher, we have a greater vantage point. I no longer fear death. Spirit has shown me time and time again that life continues. My own quick trip to the Spirit side showed me more love and peace than I had ever felt in my living experience. Life can be as wonderful as we make it. And death, death can be beautiful.
“I am sitting with you, my dear. no longer in the body of the hand you hold, but by your side. I see your tears and I feel your warmth, wishing that I could bring a smile to your face. I am witness to the life that I led and the dreams that I dreamt. Some of them we envisioned together. I want you to know that I am not in pain. I have the understanding of awareness, of where I did right and where I could have done better. I am in the space of knowing that I can not change what has been but in loving my experience regardless of where it took me, I know that I was responsible for kindness and sacrifice, and for unintended pain. I am here full and whole, even though you feel my hands are cold. I will be the cool breeze on a summer’s day, kissing your cheek as the sun glows on your face. I will be the happy crackle of the fire as you watch the fire on a chilly winter’s night. I am in every child’s laughter you hear for you brought me such joy. I will be standing at your side as you take the next steps forward in your life’s journey, celebrating every happiness that comes your way. May your life be filled with love and may you see my death as beautiful.”
~ Spirit’s message, February 26, 2025
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