I’m so glad you’re available, I really wanted to share what happened the other night. Especially before it gets too far away from me. I think that was Friday when she text me…well, hold on…let me get my phone and check. That’ll be easier than me going on and on about what happened and trying to refer to when and—oh! there it is…okay, so Doris text me at 8:30 this past Friday. Listen to this and tell me what you think, or…well, really just listen to what happened. I mean, you’re more than welcome to tell me what you think…but this is more about me wanting to share this with you. It was so profoundly shifting for me, and I know you’ll appreciate it! Okay, so the text simply says: Steve passed. Subsequent text: Send light. I immediately responded “Done” with some little angel emoticons.
Steve is Doris’s boss. He just recently had a heart attack.
A little while later I headed upstairs to get ready for bed, and when I was brushing my teeth, I thought about Stevie. Stevie is the woman that was good friends with some of my friends. I did a session for her while I was in Maui. She had stage 4 cancer. Anyway, I had called her a few weeks ago, and we’d had a great conversation. She shared with me that she felt like she wasn’t fully ready to hear what I had to say during the session, and now she was and would like to work with me again. I said great, and I’d call her soon as I had time. I was standing there brushing my teeth and thinking about what time she’d said was good and what my day looked like the next day and realized I could call her then. Right as I thought that, I heard her voice say, “No need. I’m here. I’m everywhere.” At the same time, I felt this semi-circle arch of light around my shoulders. Immediately my analytical mind thought: “No way would Doris do that. Why would she write Steve if it was Stevie that passed? There’s no fucking way that she would do that!” To which I immediately heard, “Oohhh Mary…I’m here. It’s ecstasy. It’s bliss! It’s joy!” And let me tell you—in the time it took for me to walk from the far sink to my bedroom door she took me there. It was completely altered and surreal. I’ve only touched into this space a few times before, and it’s amazing. It’s pure peace. It’s stillness. It’s so quite and yet you can hear everything so clearly…you don’t hear any of the background noises…you just hear the voices. But now it’s days later, and it feels like it was an acid or mushroom trip. You know the ones where you would have that absolute clarity and deepened connection to everything? And when you come out of that altered state it was so the truth of what really is you can hold that sensation—that reality for a while. And then life just happens, and you find yourself slipping back into it and the sensation becomes decreased. Well, that’s exactly like what this felt like.
Anyway, by the time I was walking into my bedroom my mind was still struggling with hearing and feeling her. I was repeating the “no fucking way would Doris do that, I’ve never heard her refer to Stevie as Steve and why the fuck would she do that knowing that Steve just had a heart attack, and Stevie has been staring full on fucking stage 4 cancer in the eyes?” parts when I heard Stevie say: “Mary, this is going to be good for you because you don’t believe half of what you hear. I want you to go write down exactly what I’m telling you and what I’m showing you. And then you can go onto your computer and look up Doris’s friend Steve. And then you can make your phone calls and share this. You’ll need to share this.”
So I wrote it all down and then turned on the computer and went straight to Doris’s page. I found her boss Steve, went to his page and read where he’d recently posted, “It’s good to be alive.” The time stamp was questionable with Doris’s text, so I went to Stevie’s page where it was clear she’d passed. I sat there and cried and cried and then I felt her. I’ve never felt spirit’s touch me before…oh no, that’s not true. Marielle has given me many assist in yoga, but not in a long time, and there was that time with the ghost in Ashville. I told you about that didn’t I? Okay, well, let me finish this first and then I’ll tell you and see if you remember. Anyway, she took my hands and then held my face and put her forehead against mine. Then she told me I had a gift and to honor and share it and that it was time to make the calls. So I called Doris and then some of our other friends to tell them what she wanted to share. Actually, I’ve been playing phone tag with Rachel and Karla, which kinda sucks. I’m just telling myself that it’s all falling into place perfectly and that she’ll be able to come through for them when I’m able to connect with them. I did decide that was it…no more second guessing what I hear. You know what I mean?…Hey…you there? Oh no…fuck
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