This fascination stays with me today. When my children were young we lived in Northern New York. Several times a year I would take them to the historical section of the Gouverneur Cemetery for a field trip; we would practice math and explore family plots to learn about local history. I could feel the energy of the people who were buried there and was enthralled. At that time I had no idea what I was feeling.
The first time I helped a group to the light I was with a friend and mentor and she was doing readings. One of the ladies asked about her brother, a priest, who had died several years early. My friend told me to go outside, find the priest and send him to the other side! Seems as if he chose to stay on this plane because he attracted many souls who did not know how to get to heaven. Since “Heaven” as they were taught, had Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates and streets of gold, they were afraid to flow into the love and light of God’s love without the promised trappings. As I walked outside to find someplace to sit, I wondered what on earth I could do to help. I figured it out, helping the whole bunch transition to the light, flowing gratitude! I had just discovered one of my greatest gifts. That is when I began to help earth-bound souls pass to the other side.
As I became more sensitive, battlefields were intolerable with their multitudes of earth-bound souls. My first battlefield was outside of New Orleans. I was so surprised I ran for the car and demanded to leave immediately. It took sometime for me to understand what had happened and why they came to me. I could feel the souls and they wanted me to help them cross over.
Experience taught me to ask my guides and angels to stand close and protect me at all times, for I often encounter very angry souls who would come home with me. It only took a few times leaving a cemetery upset, angry, worried, hurt, sad, not my usual self … to realize that I had an “attachment”, an unwanted visitor, in my mists. Earth bound souls search out and attach to brightest lights. I learned how to protect myself and to dispose of unwanted energies. It become a natural thing to do (although I still get surprised).
On my first trip to a Louisiana I was fascinated with above ground burial vaults and wandered an old cemetery south of New Orleans. One small white grave was very special, I kept going back to it again and again. From the inscription he been dead less than a year. I sensed the toddler waiting; I could tell from the flowers that the family visited often. I sat down on the ground and chatted, explaining that it was time to cross to the light so he could rejoin his heavenly family who loved him as much as his earthly one. He did not want to leave his earthly family. He felt they needed him too much to cross over and wanted to be there to console them in their grief. I felt very strongly that he would be reborn into the same family unit very shortly and let him know that. Then, whoosh, he was gone and immediately embraced by his heavenly family in God's love. It was a joyous occasion.
I know many of you have had similar experiences. Please share to help others understand.