Talking to the Dead

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By Lorrie Kazan

My client’s deceased father came into her reading almost immediately.  I could sit back and let his ideas come through.

It was so meaningful for his daughter that she urged me to share it with you.  I hope you will get some of the resonance we both felt at the time.  Maybe it will remind you who you are?

He said:

“Wake up! Wake up! Life is big, bright and beautiful, not small and rejecting.”

Suddenly, before my eyes is an image of a vast sunrise. He’s showing me the dawn of time.

“Your history in this life is little, it’s like facebook or pinterest, pinned on an immense dimension.  Don’t mistake facebook for real life.

Don’t mistake temporary stories for who you are. The real world is so much bigger and better.”

He reminds her again, “You’ve been around since the dawn of time. Don’t forget who you are.

Don’t mistake the situation dramedy of the moment for the bigness of your life. Change the channel.  Don’t mistake little character studies for the whole play.”

He then compares the man who broke her heart to the joker in the deck. “He’s only one card in the game, not the game itself.”

He says again: “Don’t forget how big your soul is.  Even in the tedious day-to-day world, you can still sense it.

The relationship is not a mistake,” he assures her. “The mistake is to stay in the rejection story.”

“It’s so big, grand, beautiful on the other side. Big doesn’t begin to describe it.”  I have a sense it’s beyond our current grasp.

“It’s painful to confront the darkness you’re going through as a world when you’ve known the light at the dawn of time.” Again, before my eyes is the awe-inspiring image of a colossal sunrise.

“The world is crumbling. You signed on to remember who you are, who we are.  Craving for that love relationship is the craving for the connection you felt at the dawn of time. There’s no meal that’s as rich.

Don’t doubt.”

He then shows me that we see ourselves through a pinhole, the way we might safely look at an eclipse, only we think we’re looking at our whole lives.

“The big picture is in you. The soul has the same energy that was released at the dawn of time.

You’re not alone. I am here,” he insists.

You think doubt keeps you safe, (I’m a little cloudy on this sentence) but you dash your own hopes. What do you lose by believing we’re here?”

Now he shows me the angelic realm from which she was spun and the gossamer threads of who she is, too luminous to match the dark garment of the man she fell in love with.

“You’re being prepared for tremendous light. The gossamer threads are of that vibration.  All the light at once would burn your eyes.”

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