Last night I was up ridiculously late, writing. When I work with people on the other side to create a piece, most of the work is done in 30 – 60 minutes, but then I can spend up to two hours revising to ensure it’s pleasant to read and the communication is clear. Several spirits have forbidden this revision process by assertively (but lovingly) demanding I post it as-is. Some of them tease me about it, and some of them watch quietly as I stay up way past my bedtime, reading the same entry over and over again.
So it was with last night’s piece, which will appear on the CE blog this weekend.
It was about midnight by the time I finally shuffled off to bed, but as I fussed with the bedside sleeping paraphernalia, I felt George there patting my feet, gently asking for my attention. It means, Hey, please talk to us. We’d like to talk to you.
Instead of lying down, I crossed my legs in seated meditation and turned my focus to George.
Do you trust me?
Oh crap. This must be a tough one. Yeah, of course I love and trust you.
I stretch out my hand beside me, George takes it and we walk away from my body together, into the ether. We are walking across a dessert; it’s beautiful, and I don’t feel tired or hot – a perk of not being in a body… and then there’s John walking on the other side of me. The three of us walk across this dessert together, in silence. I am not sure what’s going on.
Then, at the end of the dessert terrain, there is a mountain range. We enter the foothills, and there at the base of a huge mountain is a wide mouth of a cave, leading into darkness beyond.
Okay, now I really don’t know what’s going on.
The three of us enter the cave. It’s completely dark.
Candles flare to light all over the cave, and there, in front of me, laughing and shouting and singing is every spirit I have ever talked to in my entire life. Hundreds of them.
It’s a surprise birthday party, for me.
“It’s not my birthday anymore!”
Never mind! You were too busy last week – this was the first time we could get your attention!
I was hesitant to write about this today, but it was just so wonderful! Those brats, setting me up like I was going to be doing some intense service or work!
Everyone I’ve ever blogged about was there – Albie with a birthday hat sideways, drinking Yager. Erik apparently was one of the instigators, when he found out I’d had spirit parties in the past at Christmas and served real alcohol as libations – he LOVED that. Kurt gave me this hug that was so long and sweet I can still smell him. (Yeah, this is one of those entries some folks will point to when they argue I’m crazy; I’m aware of that, but I don’t actually care.)
(For some reason, this came up in my image search. I have no idea what it’s for, probably a music festival on the anniversary of Kurt’s birthday this year. I just love the artwork.)
Not only were my blog/writing spirit friends there, but ever spirit I’d ever talked to in session popped in, most of them for very brief moments, just a flash, like turning a light switch on and off again, or lightening on a stormy night revealing flickering details in the darkness.
In those minutes where people were flashing in front of me to share well-wishes, to say hello, some to repeat words of gratitude, I remembered every single one of them and the whole conversation I had with their human on earth. THAT is a huge gift; that suddenly perfect memory, temporary though it was. I generally don’t remember anything about a reading once it’s over, so in my day-to-day life I don’t really have a concept of how many people I’ve touched.
It was amazing to see just how many spirits I’ve spoken with since I started doing “people” readings in 2011. Hundreds and hundreds of them. All of them sending me love, wishing me well. This thing that I’m doing every day, talking to them, writing about them, teaching other people to do the same – the people on the other side really appreciate it, the gratitude was enormous.
It’s tough to communicate this experience in a way that isn’t eye-rolling, that doesn’t come across as egotistical. It was so beautiful and intense and genuine, I have to try to share it. I hope you folks reading it will understand what I mean when I say they send “gratitude” – it’s a feeling of love without any sense of debt. No “Thanks, Kate, I owe you one!” None of that, just love, back-patting, encouragement, smiles, nodding, kind words, appreciation.
Some of them even had birthday gifts. George gave me this stone, like a rose quartz that vibrates on a very high, intense level of love. He gave it to me to place in my own heart chakra, to balance, strengthen and intensify this part of my energy field. I have needed this support, and it’s a sweet, wonderful gift I will carry for the rest of my life. Maybe longer.
The strangest and most wonderful gift was this: A Wish.
We’re giving you one wish, love. One wish that everyone here is going to support (put energy into creating the opportunities for manifesting it in my reality.)
The gift is more than the wish itself; it’s the expansion of my mind around this concept of a wish. Because they’re telling me they’re giving it to me, I *believe* that whatever I wish for is going to happen, magically and rapidly it’ll come into my life. THAT is the gift, this opportunity to truly believe in and feel that support from the other side.
I understand intellectually that we all have unlimited wishes in our life, but that’s a tough concept to actually put into practice. This, this one wish, what will I choose? What would you choose, if you knew you could wish for one thing and it was guaranteed to come true?
It’s interesting because it also reveals the hesitancy that I actually have about manifesting certain things in my life. That old cliché “Be careful what you wish for!” isn’t the right analogy in this case, because this isn’t the monkey’s paw – this is a gift from my friends who love me, and would never punish me. I know that. It’s more a question of, if this or that were to manifest in my life / reality, am I ready for it? If not, what’s holding me back?
That is the real gift, and it’s truly amazing.
I thought I’d clarify exactly what this “personal wish” thing entails. Could I think big and wish for world peace? Well, that’s not exactly what a “wish” is, in this case. A wish is something I create for myself, in my life. There are tons of people working on the whole world peace thing, it affects millions. That’s not a wish, that’s a transformation our entire planet is working through. Besides, were we to wake up in perfect peace tomorrow, we would be denied the expansion process of actually getting there from where we are right now.
This wish is really a practice, an opportunity to truly believe, to KNOW that whatever I wish for, I’ll definitely get it. Do I wish for money? A new car? Kittens? Some of this stuff is coming into my life already. Do I wish for a trip? To meet a certain person?
I’ll tell you right now, I’m not going to share my wish with the readers. Doing so would dilute my belief by introducing this anxiety “Oh, people know what I wished for and they’re waiting for me to tell them when it happens!” The point is this delicious, private, loving gift and teaching.
I am profoundly grateful. I love you all.
Just as a final little ear-tweak for me, as I finished my last obsessive-compulsive revision sweep of this entry, the power to my computer was disrupted and the whole thing shut down. It wasn’t a power blip, it only affected my computer – it didn’t even affect the lamp that was plugged into the same power bar.
STOP EDITING AND POST THE THING ALREADY!