Omega: My Journey Back to My Past Life Family Part 2 of 2

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“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
~ Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon

(continued from https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2016/09/15/omega-my-journey-back-to-my-past-life-family-part-1-of-2/)

The last time I saw my wife alive was on the cattle car after we were forced to leave the Warsaw Ghetto. I was with my children a few hours longer. My last image of them was as they walked away from me toward the gas chambers at the Treblinka extermination camp.

Yet here I am with them now.  Another life for each of us.  We are in different bodies, living with our new families, but somehow we have managed to find each other again. From four corners of the world something brought us together in this place and this time. My heart weeps in sorrow at the remembrance of our separation but now there is also joy. Brilliant, bright, light-filled joy. The something that brought us back together was LOVE.

Excruciating pain in my left upper arm woke me from a restless sleep.  Even with my eyes wide open, I was disoriented by my surroundings and part of me thought I was still dreaming.  Images which had been clear when I first awoke, were quickly released.  I was left with an intangible feeling of great despair.  A vague sense of lots of noise and commotion and pain.  But now I was fully awake and the rest of the dream floated away.  Only the pain in my arm remained.

Even though I was in a hurry, my senses came alive as I navigated through the meandering paths at Omega Institute.  My skin tingled in the crisp Fall air and leaves crinkled beneath my feet.  I quickened my pace.  It was the fourth day of my past life regression training and fellow students waited for me in the dining hall before class.  Blue was seated at a table with a few people.  A short while later he noticed that I was not using my left arm and asked me if I had injured it.  My self Reiki hadn’t lessened the pain and I didn’t know what was wrong.  A mystery ailment had followed me from dreamland.  He offered to help me with Reiki but after the energy work, the pain persisted.

After the completion of our last full day at the workshop, Chloris, Blue, Asli and I gathered at one of our rooms in the early evening.  We were all excited to attempt a group regression and I described what I had seen during my meditation.  There would be no facilitator to guide us so this was going to be an unusual experience.  We would each rely on what we had learned over the past week and utilize self hypnosis to guide ourselves into a relaxed and open state.

Asli and Chloris were positioned next to each other on the bed, head to foot in opposite directions.  They held hands loosely to allow the energy to flow between them.  I was seated on the floor with my hands to the side of Asli’s head, offering Reiki, while Blue was seated on the other side of the bed with his hands beside Chloris doing the same thing.  All of us felt an extremely strong flow of energy almost immediately.   We played music from the CD, Higher Ground by Steven Halpern and put the player on repeat.  Dr. Weiss had played this same music for every regression that we had experienced over the past four days.  We knew the plan and shared the same intent.  With only the light from candles, the room felt full of an impalpable “something”.  We all closed our eyes and the energy expanded around us.

I found myself in lush green grass.  I knew I was a little boy, perhaps around nine years old.  I looked down and saw my worn brown leather shoes.  I immediately began to look for the others but couldn’t see or hear them anywhere.  The breeze shifted and I could smell the ocean.  The waves seemed to sing as they crashed on the shore.  A low stone wall ran over and around a hilly and very green countryside.  I saw moors and lots of water.  Stunningly beautiful.  My chest opened up.  I felt joyous and free.  And then I heard the laughter of children.  They played down on the beach a good distance away from where I stood.  I couldn’t get to them.  Two boys (Asli and Blue) and Chloris, the only girl.  They looked to be about my age.  Each of them was surrounded by Light.  I looked down at my hand and saw Light as it streamed from my fingers.  It moved through me.  And there was also a big bubble of Light around everything which flowed down from the sky.

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Achill Island, Ireland – image by Stefano Viola

And then suddenly, I am somewhere else.  I feel panicked and anxious.  My heart races and I hear it as it pounds in my ears.  I see a woman, rather plain and nondescript.  She doesn’t have much of a figure and is dressed in drab clothing with a kerchief over her head.  I am overwhelmed by my love for her.  When I see her through my heart, I am struck by her beauty.  It is as if she is lit from the inside.  Her goodness, her purity, her sweetness, streams out from everywhere.  But then I know exactly where I am and what is happening and with great dread, where it will lead.  Nazi Gemany, the war. (oh no)  We are in the Warsaw ghetto.  I am a doctor, maybe a surgeon?  I am not sure.  I have seen pieces of this life before but not this part.  I have seen the camp.  That is later.  My heart pounds harder.  I am a husband.  I am a father.  I have never seen my wife but here she is in front of me now.  She is so worried, so anxious.  I can smell her fear.  We must pack our suitcase, only one.  She is frightened for the children, for all of us.  I look at her.  My heart swells with love.  I love her so much.  And then I know.  It is Asli.  She is my wife from this life.  Here she is.  I have found her.

I do my best to calm her, to reassure her that it will be okay.  I know this is not the truth.  She also knows this but somehow it helps us both to pretend that we will be okay.  She is not as frantic now that I have said these words.  For just a moment, her armor drops and her light shines and there is Asli again and then BOOM, into another scene.

A cattle car.  It smells dreadful.  Sweat, urine, feces, vomit.  FEAR.  It is dark and hot.  We are crushed up against one another.  The children.  MY children.  The baby is crying and I know she is much cherished.  She is almost three.  Suddenly I know that we lost two before her.  We tried for many years and she is our shining joy.  She cries.  My heart breaks.  My baby.  My oldest beside her.  A boy.  So brave.  I see his young sweet face.  He strains to keep his emotions tethered.  I feel his sadness but even more, his need to make me be proud, to be a “man”.  This is too much pressure for this child.  My child.  This love, oh heart of mine.  In this moment I know how close we are, how important it is that I handle these moments in a way that will help him.  I feel tremendous pressure.  All of these thoughts.  He is only eight.  So young, so strong.  I can’t take the strength of the emotion, coupled with the stench of the car, the people.  But the fear is the worst.  My own and theirs wrapped together with no beginning and no end.  Who is my boy?  So familiar. 

My wife.  She is beside me.  Coughing, coughing.  This had gone on for weeks in the ghetto.  Blue around her mouth.  She is so frail.  So weak.  Her body trembles.  Coughing, coughing and then she gasps for air.  Her eyes open wide with fear but then they change.  Peace.  She slips away.  She is gone. (what will I do without her) For a moment, light surrounds her and I see Asli again.  I must shield our children.  I turn to the side.  Her body is pulled beneath the feet of others.  An empty shell.  She is not there.

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And FLASH, the scene changes again.  It is so quick.  I am confused.  We are outside.  The cattle cars behind us.  A lot of activity.  Screaming.  Gun shots.  TREBLINKA.  My wife.  In the car.  Gone.  My children.  My daughter is in my right arm.  I clutch her to my chest.  My son holds onto my left leg.  The guards are screaming at us.  We don’t know what they are saying.  More screaming.  They grab my daughter from me.  My son is shaking.  I pull him closer, under my left arm.  He is holding on.  Digging his fingers into my leg.  My daughter.  Screaming, her face.  It is agony.  Activity.  Confusion.  Her face so beautiful.  Her kerchief.  Blonde hair plastered to her face.  Sweat.  Tears.  FEAR.  Now with the guard.  Rough with her.  Don’t treat my baby that way.  She is pure joy.  Pure light.  You are hurting her.  I taste the rage in my mouth.

They are trying to pull my son from me, to get my arm off of him.  It is too much.  STOP.  Now he is screaming as well.  Rage.  Fear.  Love.  Protection.  So much.  So much.  Pulling at me.  Pulling at him.  STOP.  My son.  My daughter screams.  I scream.  The guard takes the end of his gun, a rifle, the butt of it and slams it down on my arm above the elbow.  I hear it crack.  The bone breaks.  In that same instant, they rip my boy from me.  My arm dangles, useless.  I see it as though it belongs to another body.  Another time.  (the pain that followed me from my dream was REAL)  My heart leaps from my chest.  My son rips himself away from the guard and lunges at the one who holds my daughter.  His sister.  They both scream.  Now the guard who held my son screams the words that I still do not understand.  He slaps my son then slams the back of his hand against my daughter’s face.  The force of the blow to my son has lifted him off his feet and he lands in a heap.  He screams, hit me, hit me and they do.  Over and over again with their guns.  He is bleeding, beaten.  He does not cry.  Some of the others are holding me back.  And then they are hitting me too.  Over and over again.

I don’t know how it happens (did a guard throw her) yet my daughter soars through the air and lands on top of my son who is already in a crumpled heap on the ground.  He immediately straightens himself, I don’t know how he does it, and whispers to his sister.  They stand and begin to walk toward the other children.  He has his arm over her shoulder.  He protects her, shelters her from any further harm.  First she looks back at me and whimpers.  I can see her eyes.  The kerchief on her head is askew.  One little blonde ringlet escapes and sticks to her sweaty forehead.  And then I feel it, they are also the eyes of another.  CHLORIS.  My daughter is Chloris.  Then she looks away from me and my children begin to walk forward, farther and farther from where I stand. 

My heart leaps as my son turns and now it is his eyes which hold my own.  I can hear him.  How is this possible?  Words in my head, yet his lips do not move.  Papa, I love you.  I have this.  I am the man now.  (but he is only eight) I will keep her safe, keep us safe.  (but she is so young, only three, just a baby)  One of his eyes is almost swollen shut.  His mouth is covered in blood.  He stands taller.  And then I will it to him.  All the love in my heart.  I send it as a shield for my boy.  My strength.  My everything.  My heart walks away from me.  I am an empty man.  Broken.  They have won the battle.  I have no more fight in me.  And now I want to die.  I will it to happen.  I know that I will never see any of my family again.  The pain.  The pain.  THE PAIN.  And then I know him.  My son’s eyes are different yet they are the same.  My soul surges in acknowledgement.  BLUE, MY SON IS BLUE.

I love them so much.  I can’t watch this anymore.  I know how this turns out and I cannot bear to repeat it.  Take me out.  1, 2, 3 out NOW.  I cannot experience this for a second time.  It will break me.  OUT OUT OUT.  And suddenly I pop out of that life and am back in the room at Omega with the people who were strangers to me only three days earlier.

I don’t know how long I have been gone.  My family that was taken from me is here with me now.  In this room.  We have found each other.  We are back together in different lives and we are all okay.  Asli, my wife.  Blue, my son.  Chloris, my daughter.  All of us followed our separate journeys but our lives converged in this moment, at this time at Omega.  My love is real and deep for all of them.  I have so much to say.  I begin to receive a huge download of information.  Messages.  Messages.  So much.  I find the threads, the connections, between who we used to be and who we are now.  One last time.  One last time.  I realize that I have said this many, many times in the life that I have just come from.  Oh to see them one last time.  One more moment to love them.  Here they are in front of me.  The energy between us grows, surges and expands even more.  Love.  Pure sweet love.  These people I have known for less than four days but maybe forever.  I know them so well.  It starts and ends with love.  One more time to experience our love.  The energy that comes from my heart space grows until it fills the room.

And there is joy.

Brilliant, bright, light-filled joy. The something that brought us back together was LOVE.  Love never dies and we never die.  We are bright beautiful eternal souls. 

And we are Love.

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~ until our paths bring us together again ~

My near death experience:  https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2014/11/14/its-all-love/

My sister’s after death visit: Part 1   https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/loves-thread/

Part 2   https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/09/24/loves-thread-weaves-heavens-tapestry/

My website:  http://www.katedelodovico.com/

 

Omega: My Journey Back to My Past Life Family Part 1 of 2

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“Love is the constant, most important thread that runs through the tapestry of all of our lives.” ~ Brian Weiss M.D.

I shrink away as a guard hits me with the butt of his rifle, over and over again.  Soon another joins in.  My useless arm dangles beside me, the bone shattered above the elbow from the first blow.  I don’t know how it happens (did a guard throw her) yet my daughter soars through the air and lands on top of my son who is already in a crumpled heap on the ground.  He immediately straightens himself, I don’t know how he does it, and whispers to his sister.  They stand and begin to walk toward the other children.  He has his arm over her shoulder.  He protects her, shelters her from any further harm.  First she looks back at me and whimpers.  I can see her eyes.  The kerchief on her head is askew.  One little blonde ringlet escapes and sticks to her sweaty forehead.  And then I feel it, they are also the eyes of another.  Yet now she looks away from me and my children begin to walk forward, farther and farther from where I stand. 

My heart leaps as my son turns and now it is his eyes which hold my own.  I can hear him.  How is this possible?  Words in my head, yet his lips do not move.  Papa, I love you.  I have this.  I am the man now.  (but he is only eight) I will keep her safe, keep us safe.  (but she is so young, only three, just a baby)  One of his eyes is almost swollen shut.  He stands taller.  And then I will it to him.  All the love in my heart.  I send it as a shield for my boy.  My strength.  My everything.  My heart walks away from me.  I am an empty man.  Broken.  They have won the battle.  I have no more fight in me.  And now I want to die.  I will it to happen.  I know that I will never see any of my family again.  The pain.  The pain.  THE PAIN.  And then I know him.  My son’s eyes are different yet they are the same.  My soul surges in acknowledgement.

Slowly the scene dissolves and I find myself back in a little room at Omega Institute with people who were strangers to me only three days earlier.  Emotions flood through my body.  I know now that they were not really strangers at all.  They are my family.  Somehow, against all odds, we have found each other again after our deaths in WWII, nearly seventy years earlier.

My journey to be reunited with my family started four days earlier when I left my home in Maryland and traveled to the edge of the Catskill Mountains.  I was to be a student of Dr. Brian Weiss in an intensive workshop on Past Life Regression.  I looked forward to being able to offer this beautiful healing modality to my clients upon my return home.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, my soul had planned a reunion with other souls who would also attend the training.  There was to be a gathering of about one hundred and fifty people and we would find each other among the crowd.  Some unseen force was at work to pull us all together.  My wife, son and daughter would look very different from the last time I had seen them and each of them traveled a great distance for our reunion.

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Outside the sanctuary at Omega

Omega Institute for Holistic Studies is a non-profit educational retreat center located on 250 acres in Rhinebeck, NY.  It was founded in 1977 and people come from all over the world to join together in classes every year.  The institute’s stated mission is to “provide hope and healing for individuals and society through innovative educational experiences that awaken the best in the human spirit”.  Dr. Brian Weiss is an internationally known psychiatrist, hypnotherapist and author who specializes in past life regression.  He only teaches his intensive workshops at Omega Institute and the classes fill to capacity quickly.  I had enrolled in January and the workshop was held during the second week of October.

Since finding Omega in 2007, I travel there at least once a year and I love the almost six hour trip.  The scenery is beautiful and I look forward to the time away with kindred spirits.  A couple of hours into my drive, in October 2012, I relaxed and began to experience visions through a meditative state.  This happens quite often for me when I am on a long trip.  I saw the Earth as though I had a vantage point from space.  Although it looked similar to Google Earth, there was some type of grid work surrounding the planet and a multitude of sparkling lights at various points on the grid.  Many of the lights grew brighter and began to move.  I noticed exceptionally bright areas in Australia and England.  One area of North America seemed to glow.  I blinked many times and the images disappeared.  This same image reappeared at various times during my drive.  Each time it did, there were more and more lights which converged on the area that glowed in the United States.  The vision zoomed in and I saw the area that glowed was in New York.  I would understand later that each of the lights represented a student in my class.  It would be years before I understood the significance of the vision itself.  During our first day of class, Dr. Weiss polled the participants and sixty-five percent of the students had traveled from outside the United States.  The largest number of students had come from Australia and England.

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The Grid (image from the internet, source unknown)

There were a lot of people who milled around as they waited to be let in the building on our first day of class.  An attractive man smiled and introduced himself to me.  From the moment we met, we both felt as though we knew each other.  The conversation flowed and over the course of the workshop, many of the students thought that we had known each other for a long time.  Though his given name was Nazario, he said to call him “Blue”.  His heritage was Filipino, Chinese and American and he had driven up from Houston, Texas for the workshop.  On the afternoon of the first day, I shared with Blue that during my morning meditation I received a download of a lot of information. I had felt directed to add Reiki to my own past life regression process when I returned home.  It knew it would help my clients clear restrictions to the flow in their energy fields and help them to go deeper.  I wanted to practice this technique one of the evenings when we weren’t in class.  I told him that I was a Reiki Master and was delighted to discover that he was a Reiki Master too.  I also mentioned that I had “seen” a special process which included four people who experienced regression at the same time.  When I met him, I knew that he was part of this process.  It felt important and I was anxious to find the other two people so we could experience it together.

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Blue from Houston, Texas

On the afternoon of the first day, I nudged Blue and told him that I knew one of the other people who we were “supposed to” work with.  I had not spoken to her but I felt a strange pull every time that I looked at her or heard her talk in class.  She was not sitting close to us and I had to wait until the break to introduce myself.  Though we had never talked prior to this moment, she was very receptive to sharing time with us later on in the week.  Her name was Chloris and born in the Philippines, she currently lived in London, England.

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Chloris from London, England

I didn’t have to wait long to find the third and final person.  During lunch on the second day of the workshop, Blue was seated at a table with people I didn’t know.  He was in an animated conversation with a woman who was in our class.  It only took a few moments for me to feel the familiar pull.  Her name was Asli and she had traveled all the way from Istanbul, Turkey to be a student with Dr. Weiss.  I shared with her my insights from meditation and the four of us gathered together that evening.  Blue and I took turns with one of us as the regression facilitator and the other as the Reiki practitioner.  We regressed both Chloris and Asli and the four of us were in tears by the end of the night.  Chloris was able to visit with her young daughter who had died many years earlier.  Asli learned valuable insights about a relationships in her current life by experiencing a past life with this same individual.  All of us felt the tremendous power in our group energy.

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Asli from Istanbul, Turkey

On the third day of the workshop, we continued to work together and experienced more regressions.  Dr. Weiss was the featured speaker that evening.  We all felt honored to be his students as it was an open event for anyone at Omega during that week.  Asli, Chloris, Blue and I planned to get together the next evening, our last together, to experience the “special process” I had seen during my meditation which involved four people who were regressed at the same time.

I don’t think that any of us would have slept that night if we knew that we were about to simultaneously experience multiple past lives that we had shared together.

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Carole and Brian Weiss walking to class

Continued in Part 2:  https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2016/09/16/omega-my-journey-back-to-my-past-life-family-part-2-of-2/

~ until our paths bring us together again ~

My near death experience:  https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2014/11/

Messages from my pediatric oncology patients:

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/with-the-sound-of-music/

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/10/17/with-the-sound-of-music-live-their-love/

My website:  http://www.katedelodovico.com/

 

 

 

 

The Joy Brigade

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“We cannot cure the world of sorrows but we can choose to live in joy.”  ~ Joseph Campbell

“Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.  She gives most who gives with joy.”  ~ Mother Teresa

When I arrived at my destination, I parked across the street from the farm and stayed in the car.  Fear and anxiety poked tiny holes through the sparkling love energy which normally surrounded me.  I sat quietly and took several deep breaths.  Yesterday’s workshop had yielded many moments where I was caught off guard by an individual in pain.  His powerful saber of words carried the hurt from his own heart into the hearts of those that attempted to support him.  He was blind to the damage that he created and many gave him a wide berth because of it.  His own pain had created a deep chasm in his heart and it clouded his perspective.  Today I hoped to touch his heart.  His wounded heart.  But also the hearts of many others.  As I opened the door to the car, I reminded myself to Breathe Love.

I had looked forward to this trip for nearly two years.  It would be an opportunity to meet, in person, many members of an online Facebook group.  We had gathered our works together in a forum that enabled us to share writing, photography, painting and other creative pursuits.  We had forged a comfortable camaraderie together.  I had created my blog because of this “ministry of encouragement”.  I had also shared, through my writing, things that had never been spoken out loud.  I allowed myself to be vulnerable and my blog was being read all over the world.  My Spirit guides had told me that they would carry my words to the hearts of those that would find comfort and healing from reading them.

My heart pounded in my ears as I stepped from my car.  In that same moment, I also felt my spiritual troops as they gathered around me.  I slipped seamlessly into their reality and it became my own.  The air felt full.  Love permeated every cell of my being.  I knew that my entourage was there to support me.  My Spiritual entourage.  Today I was to continue to fulfill a mission that had been created between my sister and me almost two years earlier.  My sister Carol had died in 2011 but she brought me a plethora of signs of her continued existence on her spiritual birthday in 2013.  Penelope the pig, a tiny glass figurine with angel wings, was one of her signs and had become a symbol for our mission.  The words Carol had said to me were these:

“Let’s do this together.  Spread joy.  Your part is to give people the Angel Piggies.  My job is to be with you and send love through you to their hearts.  It will be magical for everyone and you will feel me with you.  Every single time.”

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I could barely feel my feet beneath me as I walked up the driveway.  I felt buoyant and even a bit out of my body.  My steps were directed by unseen energies.  My bag held seventeen Penelope Pigs.  There were far more people there than the figurines that were in my bag.  I opened my heart and listened.  I was being guided by my sister but there were others in the background that surrounded both of us.  A chorus of whispers.  Mothers, fathers, spouses, grandparents, in-laws, siblings, children and grandchildren, friends.  These were the Loved Ones in Spirit of the kindred souls in my creative group and this was their message:

Please tell them that we are here.  Each one of them has their own spiritual entourage.  They simply need to be open to the signs we send, the songs we play for them, the whispers in the wind that make them shiver and talk about “that feeling”.   We feel their hearts weep and are right beside them.  Tell them we are here and no one ever dies.  Tell them love never dies.  We are alive, our love is alive.

I tried four times to speak to the Man in Pain from the workshop.  He brushed me off each time.  My Guides told me that his pain was too deep to allow himself to open his heart to receive joy.  He had become a prisoner, a slave to his own pain.  They showed me the love which surrounded him.  They encouraged me to send him love.  And so I did.  I still do.

Time operated in an odd fashion.  On occasion, the minutes seemed to fly by but there were other moments when time stopped.  I waited patiently for direction from my Guides.  I felt my sister by my side.  We passed out the figurines together.  With the encouragement of my entourage, love was plentiful and it was wrapped with a mystical magical joy.  My heart opened farther with every interaction with the members of my group.  Love poured out.  Words came from me but they also came through me from our Loved Ones in Spirit.  I will carry forever in my heart the snapshots of our moments of deep connection.  Each face is seared in my memory.  The tears that we shed.  Long hugs with open hearts pressed together.  I felt each one of their lights merge together with my own.  Soul to soul.  A bit of each of their Lights has stayed with me and I shine brighter because of it.

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Members of the Joy Brigade ~ Donna, Nancy and Kate

I began each sharing of hearts with these words:

From my heart space in this reality and my sister’s heart space in the reality in which she resides, we call on you to become part of our Joy Brigade.  We invite you to join your heart with ours in the sacred space we have created.  United together, we will continue our mission of love to spread joy and let our Lights shine.

After arriving back home, I was startled to discover a few days later that I would no longer be able to purchase any figurines to continue our mission.  They were not available anywhere.  During meditation, my sister came to me with another message.

It’s not about the PIG!

I immediately replied with “Yes it is!”  Carol said, “No it’s NOT!”  and back and forth we went.  I may be the only person alive who argues with their dead sibling.  Eventually I quieted down enough to listen to the rest of her message.

I used a tool to get your attention.  It was an object that was important to me when I was in body but it became important to you because of what it symbolized.  LOVE.  We are very connected now.  You hear me all the time.  Our love, all love, is what spreads the joy.  You don’t need any symbol at all though having one will help others in the same way that it helped you.  I feel joy when YOU feel joy.  Keep on sharing the message and sharing the love. 

We are helping you to heal hearts.  One at a time.

Oh, and I love the Spiritual Warrior idea.

Tears were running down my cheeks.  A thought had been circulating on the drive home from the farm.  I had been mulling over the fact that so much time is spent on things other than love.  What would happen if we lived for love?  Maybe it was my sister or maybe it was my spiritual entourage.  Or perhaps it was all of them, our Loved Ones in Spirit collectively joined together who gave me the idea.  And so it was born.

The Spiritual Warrior Joy Brigade.

Addendum  February 2016

Our gift to new warriors joining the brigade is now a small crystal, a pink quartz stone in the shape of a heart.

“The fair and lovely Rose Quartz, with its gentle pink essence, is a stone of the heart, a Crystal of Unconditional Love. It carries a soft feminine energy of compassion and peace, tenderness and healing, nourishment and comfort. It speaks directly to the heart chakra, dissolving emotional wounds, fears and resentments, and circulates a Divine loving energy throughout the entire aura. Reawakening the heart to its own innate love, it provides a deep sense of personal fulfillment and contentment, allowing one the capacity to truly give and receive love from others.”  (crystalvaults.com)

We are always sending out Love and Light to call new warriors to the Joy Brigade.

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Carol Jo Strang    December 20, 1953 ~ October 21, 2011

credit to Kathy Dewez for the Joy Brigade picture

To read about the year Carol sent me the plethora of signs-

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2015/10/06/when-pigs-fly/

And my letter to Carol on what would have been her 60th birthday-

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/12/20/sister-sister/

~ until our paths bring us together again ~

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You are Free

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October 16, 2015

Dear Guido,

Today is your last day with us.  We are going to help you take off that pain filled body.  It served you well for many years but now it fails you in so many ways.  Even though I am sad to see you go, I am so excited for you too.  Tomorrow you will be free.

I wanted to chat with you for a few moments today while you are still in your physical body.  You know that we will continue to share time together when you have left it behind but please understand, these words are more for me than for you.  I need to say them because I am learning how to let you go.

Thank you for choosing your dad all those years ago.  Last night he was telling me the story about you and your brother and how he tricked your first mom into falling in love with you.  You were such a good boy Guido.  He needed your company and your cuddles.  And he will still need them after you go.  Make sure that he feels you by his side, particularly at night.  Just now and then.  It will be good for his heart.

I remember when Becca and I met you.  It wasn’t long after that when you became my first “adopted” boy.  Your dad and I merged our hearts and our households together and I loved you immediately.  Do you remember when you received your middle name (Sarducci) and your birthday?  You knew these were rites of passage when you came into a home with two females and two new kitty sisters.  Dad thought his cats needed “tough guy” names and it was great to have Carmine join us a short while later.  And Sophie too.

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Thank you for the special role that you played with all of your furry brothers and sisters.  We could always count on you to help our new additions feel welcome.  You were especially wonderful with Gianna and Lucio and all their puppy behaviors.  You taught them that cats were great to be around and this was all without a single hiss or a swipe of the paw.

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Yesterday I picked out a special box for your body when you don’t need it anymore.  I wonder why it was so important to me.  I know that you will never die because your Spirit will still be alive. This box will just go into the ground but I had to make sure that the words were just right.

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I have to tell you that you were kind of stingy with your kisses over the years.  Becca and I were so excited when you finally graced us with your sandpaper tongue.  It was a couple of years before your dad told us that you only licked people when they were in your way.  I didn’t believe him.  And even it was true, I know that you loved us anyway.

Today I was thinking about the connection that you had with Lauren.  I loved that she talked out loud to you all the time.  There is a memory snapshot seared into my heart on the day she picked you up and told you that you were “the PERFECT kitty”.  You are going to go be with her tomorrow.  Please carry my love to her but especially her Daddio’s love.  He is having a hard time.  You have been a special link to her that he won’t have anymore when you go.  Lauren knows that you are coming and she will be waiting for you when you get to the other side.  No matter what your dad, Becca and I are doing, I want you to run to Lauren and leap into her arms.  It makes me happy to picture your reunion.  And I will keep reminding your dad that you are together.

As a matter of fact, there are many, many beautiful souls awaiting your arrival.  Your furry siblings, Cassie, Carmine, Giovanni, Max and my one in a million boy, Tucker, are pulling close and the room feels full.  But there are also other souls anxious to meet you.  There will be greeters, you may not recognize them but your heart will.  They are filled with Love and Light.  I have asked one special little joy guide to be there too.

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I am going to go now and sit with you on the couch.  I know that you don’t want me to touch you but I am just going to sit with you and say all these words to your heart.  And I have a few treats if you can manage to eat them.

Love and heart kisses,

Mom

October 17, 2015

Dear Guido,

My heart is kissing your heart.

Goodbye.  I love you.  You are free.

Mom

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Guido Sarducci DeLodovico   April 8, 1997 ~ October 17, 2015

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When Pigs Fly

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The cashier was busy talking to another customer when I carefully placed the angel globe on the counter.  There were things strewn all over and my elbow inadvertently knocked into another item.  My heart lurched when I realized it was a glass figurine that tumbled to the ground as it landed with a loud clink.  Somehow it had remained intact but when I picked it up, I burst into tears.  I was holding an angel pig.  My husband rubbed my back and we both gazed at the tiny figure.

Michael said, “Wow.  How did she manage that??!”  The “she” that he referred to was my sister, Carol.  It was the day before the second anniversary of her death and she had always been known for her love of little pink pigs with angel wings.  In fact, Carol had often corrected people who called them, “flying pigs”.

It was only a brief moment later that I heard her words clearly in my head.  They are NOT flying pigs, they are angel piggies.  Their magic is that they spread joy to everyone.  They spread even more joy when they are pink because that is the color of love.  Carol was everywhere around me but in me too and she had more to say.  Let’s do this together.  Spread joy.  Your part is to give people the Angel Piggies.  My job is to be with you and send love through you to their hearts.  It will be magical for everyone and you will feel me with you.  Every single time.

Carol wanted to lend credence to her words.  I immediately became enveloped with a warm energy which permeated my entire body.   I felt tendrils of love snake their way through me.  They expanded and pulsated.  My chest felt full as my heart overflowed with love.  Silent tears traced a path down my face as I attempted to talk to the woman behind the counter.  She directed me to the stock of figurines and I emptied the barrel.  In total, I left the store with thirty-three “Penelope” pigs to begin our mission to spread joy.

My sister continued to send me signs that she was with me the next day too.  About a year earlier I had hung a print by Michael Sowa called Diving Pig in the downstairs bathroom.  On the morning of the second anniversary of Carol’s death, there were tiny rainbow images all over the picture and wall.  One rainbow was clearly crossing the pig’s tail.  I ran to get my camera.  Moments later when I looked at the pictures I had taken, I could also clearly see above the pig, the reflection of my baby picture at three months of age.  The message rang out to me, practically screamed to me, that our souls were still connected.  We would always remain connected.

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I opened my email and another gift awaited me there.  It is important to know that Carol’s love of pigs was very specific.  They had to be pink.  No other color would do.  She loved the movie, Babe, and watched it over and over especially with my daughter Becca.  Angel pigs and pink pigs.  Period.  That morning I received an email from Hay House that they had just released a new book.  “Chris P. Bacon” was an adorable baby pig who had been born without the use of his back legs.  There were images of the pig included in the email.  The publication date for the book was October 21, 2013, Carol’s second spiritual birthday.

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I was flying on a piggie high!  Unbidden tears came bubbling to the surface.  I didn’t hear Carol’s voice but I KNEW she was there.  I had received a few signs from her over the two years prior but nothing that compared to the sheer magnitude of what happened during this twenty-four hour period.  Now I must admit, I became caught up in the moment and there was an air of expectation that followed me around all day.  When nighttime rolled around, I had relived all of these moments over and over in my mind.  Each time I thought about them, I again felt the warmth and surge of love and Carol’s presence.

I had been a single parent when my daughter, Becca, was young and Carol spent a lot of time with us.  We were always happy when we could talk her into watching a movie other than Babe!   When Becca was about five, the three of us became very emotionally connected while watching one of these movies, Fly Away Home.  It is about a young girl’s relationship with her father after the death of her mother.  Their relationship grows while raising a flock of mother less geese, teaching them to fly south for the winter.  Mary Chapin Carpenter’s beautiful voice plays in the background toward the end of the movie.  Her song, “10,000 Miles” was powerful for us when Carol was alive but became larger than life for us after her death.

When I turned the television on that evening, I received another gift.  I was shocked to discover the movie, Babe, was in its last ten minutes.  When it was over, the next movie began.  It was Fly Away Home.

I love you Carol.  Always and Forever.  And I love our mission.

Let’s do this together.  Spread joy.  Your part is to give people the Angel Piggies.  My job is to be with you and send love through you to their hearts.  It will be magical for everyone and you will feel me with you.  Every single time.

 

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Carol the Angel Piggie – at Becca’s preschool

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Jackie Kate – age 5 1/2    Carol Jo – age 14 1/2

10,000 Miles    Mary Chapin Carpenter

Carol Jo Strang   December 20, 1953 ~ October 21, 2011

You may also enjoy reading my letter to Carol on what would have been her 60th birthday:

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/12/20/sister-sister/

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On Magic and Miracles

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“If spider is your power animal: You have a knack for writing, with the ability to weave words together in new and creative ways, often affecting others profoundly with their magic. It’s time to write creatively without limits of tradition or habit, allowing yourself to be inspired by Nature.” ~ Steven D. Farmer

When I walked the dogs out onto the side porch this morning, they pushed against my legs and refused to leave my side.  A heavy blanket of grey obscured the familiar trees and path which led into the yard.  As we moved forward together, a threesome with ten legs, they lost their fear and disappeared into the fog.  As they moved farther away from me, obscured by the haze, the envelope of grey wrapped itself around me.  I was alone but somehow felt comforted by unseen hands.  The air felt thick and mystical.  Perhaps it was my imagination that allowed me to hear fairies whispering words of encouragement to each other as they danced across the lawn and through the trees.  The dogs broke my reverie as they raced past me, back to the porch, eager to return inside.

Barely more than an hour had passed when I ventured outside for the second time.  I was unprepared for the visceral reaction of my body as every hair stood at attention.  An ordinary moment had become extraordinary.  It seemed that the blanket of fog had cloaked the magic that was being created beneath it.  The curtain had been pulled back to reveal thousands of glittering threads, a multitude of intricate webs composed of fascinating geometric patterns.  Everything was part of the design.  I walked within a showcase of masterpieces which stretched from trees to bushes and covered multiple small sections of grass.  My soul recognized it as a gift.  A message for me created by hundreds of baby spiders, young maestros who had worked in tandem to create the miraculous symphony which now lay before me.

It was a miracle and it is a part of me now.  I have been transformed.

“This is an opportunity to access your deepest wisdom and assimilate it so that it becomes a part of your daily living.  Rather than staying stuck in this apparent impasse, open your mind to the infinite number of possibilities that are before you, and make a choice.  Don’t limit yourself to the mundane world, but instead be willing to explore other dimensions and realities.” 

~ Steven D. Farmer (on the metaphysical significance of spiders)

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It’s All Love

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“Everything that seemingly happens externally is occurring in order to trigger something within us, to expand us and take us back to who we truly are.”
Anita Moorjani,  Dying to Be Me

When I place the mask on your face, I would like for you to take a few deep breaths.  Count backward out loud beginning with one hundred.  Always the good student, I did as I was told.  The chill of the operating room faded away and my body felt warm and very heavy.  Resolution of the pain that I had experienced over the past eight months was now within my grasp.  I remember a fleeting sense of happiness which floated through me.  I expected to awaken in the recovery room surrounded by the noise of monitors and the activity of nurses.

I felt cozy and peaceful when I opened my eyes.  A golden meadow stretched before me.  What??  I shook my head and blinked my eyes.  Hard.  The meadow was still there but now I could see in all directions, at the same time.  The colors were magnificent.  I sat astride a horse whose coat was pure white and it glowed with crystal beams of light.  Love flowed through everything.   It was in me and all around me.  Love was light and it pulsated and intensified until I was no longer separate from the horse or the meadow.  Right away, I recognized the horse and the feeling of no separation.  I had visited this sacred space many times in the past.  The horse’s name was Faith and during my meditations, she often appeared in this same meadow but carried my deceased loved ones on her back.  Faith had always been my connection to the Other Side.

I must be dead.  Is Faith taking me to the Other Side?  Seriously??  I don’t even feel dead.  I feel FABULOUS and this doesn’t make any sense.  I thought my Guide would be with me when I died.  Why am I all alone?  Where is everyone else?

Even as the questions continued to form in my mind, I leaned back and surrendered.  All of me.  Enveloped by pure love I was cradled and lifted up as a small child in the arms of the Source of All That Is.  The meadow, the horse, everything that had been around me disappeared and became pure sparkles of shimmering light.  I sat in a field of potentiality which contained everything that had ever been and everything that would ever be.  My journey had carried me Home.

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Three weeks and three days before my journey Home, my sister died following surgery to correct her spine which had caused chronic back pain.  The nurses had gotten her up to a chair the day after surgery and the movement caused a clot to be released.   My sister’s Spirit found its way Home even as her body remained slumped in the chair.  Following her death, my own surgical date loomed in front of me but instead of fear, I only felt anticipation of the relief it would bring from constant abdominal pain.

A huge ovarian cyst had been discovered on my left ovary eight months prior to the scheduled removal by laparoscopic surgery.  I had first sought to treat it with alternative therapies, primarily different forms of “energy” work.  The cyst had been the size of an orange and initially it shrank to the size of a golf ball before it ballooned back up.  It became the size of a grapefruit.  I found my only escape from the pain was through meditation.

My holistic healing practice led me to believe that the pain from the ovarian cyst was a physical manifestation of emotional and mental trauma that I had experienced as a child.  The sacral chakra is situated in the abdomen and one of the organs that it governs is the ovaries.  Part of my meditation practice focused on forgiveness of my father.  We shared the secret of sexual abuse that had occurred between us from when I was very small until I was almost thirteen.  I thought that if I forgave him, the cyst would go away and so would all the pain.  It seemed simple enough in theory but I could not find my way to forgiveness.  Pain was not just localized to my ovary.  My whole Spirit was in pain.

Two days before the surgery, I had a vision during meditation.  My abdominal organs were covered in a thick black tarry substance.  I also saw the surgeon shaking her head as she delivered the news to my husband in the waiting room.  I wrote it all down in my journal.  Later that day my husband and I were talking and I mentioned that I had a “bad feeling” about the surgery.  Surprisingly, there was no fear.  Instead I felt empowered and grateful for the gift of sight.  On the morning of the surgery I shared my vision with the doctor.  We changed the consent form from outpatient surgery for ovary removal to a total hysterectomy.  She also knew that my sister had died from an embolism three weeks earlier.  I found out a couple of years later that my daughter had a bad feeling about the surgery too but she didn’t want to scare me.

When the anesthesiologist placed the mask over my face, I knew that I might awaken to some difficult news.  As I look back now, I know I was also prepared for the possibility that I might not survive surgery.  Perhaps that is why my transition to Spirit was so easy.  I have no memory of being out of my body in the operating room.  There was no tunnel, no white light at the end of it and no dead relatives.  There weren’t even any Light Beings to greet me.  I just felt cozy and peaceful and so loved as Faith carried me Home.

But my story doesn’t end there.

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As I sat in the field of potentiality, I became aware that the sparkles of shimmering light were alive.  I was separate from them but I was also connected to them.  It was all love.  At this point I began to receive downloads of information.  I wasn’t conscious of it, I just suddenly knew about the intricacies of the Universe.  It wasn’t even really a download, it was more like a remembering, a reminder that I had always had this knowledge inside of me.

One of the lights moved closer to me and I knew it was my father.  He had died nine years earlier but I had cut off all ties with him seventeen years before his death.  The last time that I had even heard his voice was when I was twenty-four years old.  The most peculiar thing happened.  I felt his love reach out for my love and we blended together.  It was as though I became him and he became me.  I knew everything about him and that included his pain about our separation.  In that moment, I knew he loved me.  In that moment, I knew that I loved him and I was so grateful to him for the role he had played in my life.

We had planned our past lifetime together before we incarnated.

My father had volunteered to help me learn about love through a different kind of experience.  I had also agreed to a life where the possibility of an inappropriate sexual relationship existed.  It was only one possibility of many futures that we had before us to choose from.

I know that you struggled with forgiveness around our life together.  Though you understand everything now, you will have a decision to make about going back.  If you choose to leave, you will remember our love for each other but you will not remember everything else.  Love will be what helps you move toward forgiveness if you choose to go back.  With the illusion of separation, forgiveness in the physical body can be very difficult.  The lessons you will learn, and subsequent growth, will expand many souls exponentially should you choose to return.  The energy of your forgiveness will help others to move in the same direction while those on this side will continue to learn through your collective experiences.  There is no right decision and it is your choice.  There are other possibilities available to you too.

I immediately thought of my sister.  What about Carol?  Was she given a choice?  Where is she?  I asked the questions as I was already receiving the answers but they didn’t come from my father.  In fact, much of what my father said seemed to come through him.  He was bigger somehow.  It was as though my father was just a small piece of the Love Being that was talking to me.

Carol had a choice.  Everyone has a choice.  You have heard this before and know it to be true.  Carol is in the Healing Space.  Whether you choose to stay or to return, she will be with you following the healing process.  There are other things that we want to show you before you make your decision.

Things went through my mind at an unbelievable pace.  I was surrounded by love, it was ALL love and there was no pressure put on me to come back.  I was shown many potential futures, different timelines and how my decisions both now and then could and would affect many, many lives.  The single common denominator to every single thing that I was shown was love.  Everything is love.  The answer to every question ever asked has always been love.  I remember when I agreed to come back.  I was not allowed to come back with the memory of what I had been shown.

The last thing that I remember was a sensation of being pulled back at a very fast pace and then a bump.  I felt jammed into a suit of armor and my vision was blurry.  Someone was talking to me.  I also heard my voice but I didn’t feel that I was in control of it.  The sound was strange and separate from me.  I kept repeating myself.

LOVE.  IT’S ALL LOVE.  LOVE.  IT’S ALL LOVE.

There were a bunch of people around my bed and a woman peered into my face.  No, I don’t need you.  She is alright.  She is talking now.  I must have been mistaken.

LOVE. 

Okay honey.  Pain?  You have pain?

NO.  ALL LOVE.  IT’S ALL LOVE.

Yes.  I understand.  You have pain.  You are in the recovery room now.  The surgery was more extensive than the doctor had anticipated.  She expects you to have a lot of pain but I will get you some medication now.

I didn’t understand why she kept saying pain when I knew that I was saying love.  At some point, the suit of armor disappeared, my vision cleared and I felt the pain.  My choice was to come back but I am different now.  I brought the love with me and it’s all love.

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1968 – with my sister Carol

 “I knew that was really the only purpose of life: to be our self, live our truth, and be the love that we are.”
  – Anita Moorjani

LONG TIME SUN – Snatam Kaur

Today is the third anniversary of my near death experience.  I found my way to forgiveness with my father but that is a story for another time.  I love him and he loves me.

Two of my sisters have died.  My sister Diane died when I was ten and she is the one who first introduced me to the white horse named Faith.  It is through her love that I survived the turbulent years of my childhood and adolescence.  You can read our story of her after death visit to me here- (Faith is in the second part.)

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/loves-thread/

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/09/24/loves-thread-weaves-heavens-tapestry/

I wrote a letter to my sister Carol on what would have been her sixtieth birthday last year.  She is very present in my life now.  When she shows herself to me it is as a radiant green light which emanates love.  My love for her grows and grows and I am so happy that she found the healing that she sought for most of her life.

https://katedelodovico.wordpress.com/2013/12/20/sister-sister/

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