Another story is very close to home for me. It was my father that I’ve adored my entire life. He was my cheerleader and steady hand, always loving unconditionally. He had a stroke on Good Friday and by Easter he was intibated in ICU, something he never wanted. I called him in and he said very simply to me ‘Please, sweetheart, disconnect your ties to me’.
I knew he meant the energetic ties we all have between those we love. That cord of white golden light of love that anchors us to those we are most connected to. He explained to me that it would make it easier for him to go. This releasing of the ties that bind us is an action we’ve forgotten. There are things we can do to lovingly release the person from this life and make their passing easier. He said to me he knew I understood and he was right.
With tears rolling down my face, I cut the tie that was connected to him ever since I could remember in this current life. And, in Love I watched release its binds from our heart spaces. It was that clear indication he was on his way.
We communicated in this spirit space many times over the next several weeks. I witnessed the confusion he was experiencing as he was holding on to this life even tho the love of his life, my mother, was right there with him supporting him at the foot of his bed. She wasn’t telling him to come with her, she was just gazing at him with such compassion and love. It was a look I witnessed thousands of times over my lifetime. He was just very simply in a state of confusion, almost like a disorientation for he could see his wife as a young vibrant woman and yet feel the bonds of all of us and all that he knew in this life. It was hard to see him confused but an angel standing by told me, ‘he’ll be fine, he’s just figuring all these things out’. It seemed my mother knew that too. I could sense there was various levels of understanding coming to him as if a roomful of experts were giving him their best advise and he was making sense of it.
The last time I ‘checked in’ my father just smiled at me, but his higher self very simply and quite powerfully said ‘3 more days’. It was then I knew that all was well with his soul and all that was holding him to this earth were the machines and medications pumping into him in his hospital bed. And just as his higher self had said, on the third day he passed.