Being a medium, since very early childhood I have had a lifetime of very intense and visceral experiences with spirits, both those recently dead and those older and more ancient. I remember as a child being often surrounded by spirits, and drawn to them, as well as being drawn to cemeteries, pulled to the calling of aiding spirits with crossing over, and as an adult conveying messages to living loved ones on behalf of the dead. It was my abilities as a medium that led me to a House of Ifa, where I was blessed to receive more guidance and training with those skills, because in Ifa mediums are understood and embraced. My experiences as a medium also led me to seek understanding in the Egyptian wisdom about death, dying, souls and their journeys.
But my most beloved experience with my ancestors is one I shared years ago, and long distance with my Nana, who is 83 now and still thankfully with us here in the land of the living.
When I was 18, and my first born son was about six months old, I lived in Mt. Angel in a little two bedroom apartment, and my Nana had traveled to Georgia to be with her mother, my great grandmother who was in the hospital and not doing well. When my baby was born we were all so excited to have 5 generations living, and I had hoped to find a way to go visit my great grandmother in Georgia and have a 5 generations picture taken of her holding my baby boy.
Unfortunately being a young mother just out of high school I couldn’t make that happen in time… but, Love found a way. One night, I on the West coast and my Nana on the East coast, we shared a moment neither of us will ever forget. I had gone to bed, after tucking my baby into his crib in his nursery room just across the hall from my bedroom, leaving my door open and his just door just cracked a little bit. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a bright light in shining into my room, and when I opened my eyes I saw that the bright light was coming from the nursery, through the cracked door. Thinking my then husband had left the light on in the baby’s room I got up and went to go check on him and turn it off, but when I opened the door I saw two spirits, standing side by side next to the crib with their backs to me, looking down at my son. One was a young man, and the other a young woman, they were dressed in clothes from the 1940’s and he had his arm around her waist, she reached her hand down and gently touched my baby’s head and then the two spirits looked at each other and seeing their profiles, I recognized the faces of my great grandmother and great grandfather, my Nana’s father had died of Tuberculosis when she was only 4 year’s old, leaving her and her mother alone in a world where single mothers were not accepted even as widows, and women had very little rights or ability to support themselves. My great grandmother was forced by circumstances to remarry a man she didn’t love, in order to “give her child a father”, but she told my Nana that her daddy was the great love of her life. I watched them looking at each other with so much love shining on their faces as they smiled, looked again at my son and then slowly faded away, taking the light that had filled the room with them. I cried knowing my great grandparents had come to see their 5th generation and they were reunited. Taking my baby with me I went back to bed to cuddle him and fell asleep. Early the next morning my Nana called me and told me her mother had passed away during the night, and she wanted to tell me the amazing thing that happened.
She was in the hospital room with her mother alone, other family members had left for the night, and Nana was staying up to keep vigil, as she knew her mother would be passing soon. She was sitting in a chair by her mother’s bed reading a book when she heard someone in the hallway whistling a song, and it was a song she recognized because her mother whistled and hummed it often. The door to the room was closed, but through that door she saw her father, as a young healthy vibrant man, dressed very dapper, and he walked towards the hospital bed. When her dad came into the hospital room he walked up to her mom and he said “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” My Nana turned to look and she saw her mother’s spirit rise up out of her body, looking young healthy and shining again and wearing a dress she’d worn in pictures taken when she was young. She was smiling and took my great grandfather’s hand and he helped her rise up to standing, pulled her into his arms, and then whistling the song he Danced her out of the room. My Nana said they only had eyes for each other and when her mother’s spirit left the room with her father’s, the machine alarms went off that her body had died and her heart had stopped.
After she told me her story of seeing them reunited, I told her my story. Of how they came to my home and visited Joshua in his nursery crib. The way they looked to us and the clothes they were wearing were the same and we know that they came to see their most recent born grandchild before leaving this plane. My Nana still feels her parents’ presence sometimes, and I know they are present when I call in my kind, loving and benevolent ancestors, which I do everytime I am doing any spiritual or magickal work or divination. This is why I am not afraid of death or the other side, because I have seen lovers reunited after a lifetime of separation, and it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.
Update – a few minutes after posting this, I reached out to my Nana over Facebook Messenger to share it with her, and to confirm these memories are real. And she confirmed for me the whole story again and reminded me about what her father’s spirit said to her mother when he walked it. So I added that part in an edit.
One of the things I’m grateful for is being able to confirm these experiences I’ve had with others who either shared them or witnessed them. It helps me feel grounded and not crazy, to know that others also experienced things with me or witnessed the events.
I think if I ever wrote my autobiography people would think it was paranormal fantasy fiction 😂… But I think that makes it even more of a reason to write it. Paranormal fantasy non-fiction with a whole lot of witnesses. Many of whom could also write their own paranormal fantasy non-fiction autobiographies.
How fortunate are we, to live with magick in our lives.
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