Meditation

I see myself in a beautiful golden field, the wind swaying the tall grass from side to side, and small rolling hills are scattered throughout the valley. I am alone in this field, but not for long. I walk on this tiny dirt pathway until I see a bright green tree that is surrounded by a rickety old wooden fence. (James tells us to picture gold and such but I’m more of the rustic type). I enter through the gate and see the flowers and vegetables growing in my little garden. I see the animals taking what they need and the birds flying by with great ease as they glide through the air. There is a wooden bench in the middle of my garden and I sit on it with my long skirt flowing in the wind.

I wait there, by myself, alone to hear all the beauties Mother Earth has blessed me with. But I don’t wait for long, I hear footsteps off in the distance and I sit up anxiously waiting to see who will walk from the opposite side from where I came from, as they always do. I see them as clear as the sun, my grandpa Ray, my great grandma Jessie, and my uncle Fred. All of them passed away years before this meditation took place. I get excited and I instantly start to cry because they are here, I can see them.

We just stand there looking at each other but I can feel their love for me radiating from them. I can see them smiling and they look the same as how I can remember them. James is still guiding us in the distance but I don’t care I sit there, watching them, looking into their eyes. I miss them so much. I know them on a different level now, I have a relationship with them from this side to the other but its different – they are HERE in my meditation. They came to see me.

What seemed like only a few seconds of standing there I hear James in the background guiding us to turn away from the garden and walk away. This came too soon, I just stood their staring at them. What was I doing? It was time to come back to reality. I wonder how many other people in that room wanted to leave their garden? I sure as hell didn’t. I had my family right there and I wanted to stay there longer. I was going to stay there, I didn’t care what James says, I’m not going.

It’s amazing how fast one can get pulled out of meditation. I feel myself walking away, no more like gliding away. I look to my grandpa, how I have missed him. He looks at me and even though his mouth doesn’t move I hear him, in his own voice I remember so well, say, “We can’t come through tonight but we will be there helping others to get through. You know we love you and we all are fine.”

Just then James pulls me out of my meditation and I come back to that room with everyone else. The lights come on, I hear sniffling from others including my own, I see my husband sitting to my left, and my parents to my right. I’m back to reality knowing that I wouldn’t hear from my loved ones that night. Though it was saddening to know that I would not be receiving validation from James that night I knew that my family members from the garden, my grandpa, great grandma, and uncle, were there helping the energy for other passed loved ones to get through. Many people got the validation they needed and I began to realize I already had mine. I have my validation all the time because I not only believe they are there, with me always, but because I have seen and felt it many times before.