Be Still and Listen

I just had a reading from a clairvoyant. I usually do this twice a year to chat with my mom in Heaven. She’s doing well. She was full of excitement this reading. There was so much she wanted to say that she was talking like I do after two cups of coffee.

First she told me to slow down. How comical is that? I laughed as the clairvoyant spoke her quick words. “Uh Mom, you need to slow down!” I said.

She wanted me to know that she had good intentions during her life but she now sees that she wasn’t always helpful. I said, “You’re only human, Mom.” Then I realized she’s really spirit now.

She continued in her fast voice. “Slow down. Don’t be like me rushing all the time. You’ll miss too much. Take better care of yourself than I did. I wish I’d been a better role model with that.”

“Be Still and Listen,” my Mom continued. My husband, Scott gave me a cross that says those exact words.

Other parts of the reading included beautiful images to appeal to my visual side. She saw me walking along what looked like dunes. I came across a smaller path leading in a different direction. I took that road and half way down I wondered if I was on the right path. I started to turn back, pulled by my indecision.

I’d been struggling with my life as a writer. Was I good enough to make a living writing? Should l I keep helping in the family business or devote more time to writing. The words came:

There is no right path. A detour from what you perceive as the right path is a chance to learn about yourself. You can always go back or you might find you like the new path and make that journey. You always have a decision with detours in life. She mentioned Robert Frost’s poem, The Road Less Traveled.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 

Next the clairvoyant’s voice softened and said your spirits/ angels are saying,                                             “Anne, Anne, Anne, you are intuitive enough to know this. We’re sending you loving                      assurance that you are on the right path.” Tears stung my eyes when I heard those words.

Next I asked about my sister-in-law, Mimi, in heaven. She told me she was anxious when she died. She couldn’t understand what was happening. Her spiritual connection was weak and she was afraid. When she crossed over, it felt like she settled into a warm bath and her fears were lifted. She felt loved and safe. She is a young soul in heaven. She saw her reaching out her hand to thank me for my kindness. (I’ve always carried regrets that I should have done more for her.)

In another six months, I’ll check in again. I love hearing from people I love in Heaven. It makes me feel extra close to them. Instead of me getting an Angel Bump, Hello from Heaven…I’m giving them an Anne Bump…Hello from earth.

The voices were correct. I really do know certain things. I guess the added validation makes it sink in.    “Anne, Anne, Anne you are intuitive enough to know this. We’re sending you loving assurance that you are on the right path.”

I am on the right path.