Life After Death
I have worked around death and dying the majority of my life. It is an interesting magical concept. We all do it and go through it, but somehow, we are not taught how to handle when someone dies or the process we go through as we are dying.
In studying #gerontology and having the honor to work and study in many nursing homes throughout my life, as well as my own private practice, I have guided many people through the dying process.
My wisdom to people is: “we die how we lived”. If we lived with ease and flow, and possibly led a peaceful life and were in service to others, we may be able to pass on being comfortable in our dying process.
If we held anger and hurt others and did not show appreciation for things, experiences and people, we may have many struggles as we are moving along our path of dying.
During my life I have most likely have helped and guided at least 200-250 people and their families on their death journey. I was actually brought to Nevada from Michigan to help people do this.
However, as I dance along this path and as I age, I am receiving other gifts. Sometimes I see things, or hear things, or channel other energies from people who have passed on. I have never liked the word psychic. There are too many negative vibes attached to it.
Two years ago, I had a new client come to see me. She told me that she wanted me to hold a couple of things to see if I felt or saw anything. The first item I held was a piece of jewelry and I instantly felt the presence of a woman that was in a hurry. I could feel the energy of someone rushing around and did not have time for this. My client said, “oh that would be my mother”. She confirmed that other “psychics” have told her the same thing about her mother.
The new client took back that piece of jewelry and put a new piece into the palm of my hand. I instantly saw this very thin woman in a sepia color that had curls on top of her head, a small piece of material pinned down on her hair and it looked to be in the 1930’s or 1940’s. All of a sudden, this woman put her arms down in front of her and started dancing! I am not sure how I got back to this realm, but I shared what I saw with my new client, and she said that’s my Aunt Faye! I was pretty shocked and amazed that I could go through something like that.
A few days later that same client sent me a photo of Aunt Faye and I knew somehow, I had developed this new superpower.
I am not sure “shocked” is the correct word. It made me feel a bit crazy. After talking to my doctor, she told me; “Leigh, if you have to ask if you are crazy, that means you are not!”
The night I received this photo I shared the entire story and the photo with my partner who has struggled with this spirituality woo-woo stuff. That night we went to bed and around 2am he said something to me, and I was pretty far in my sleep and asked what did you say? He said, “are you smoking?!” I said, what the hell are you talking about? He jumped out of bed sniffing the air and said, “someone is smoking cigarettes in the house!” Then he heard a noise in the kitchen and ran in there. I sat up thinking he had lost his mind. He yelled; “come on! Show yourself! Don’t you know people have to get sleep to go to work in the morning?!” I knew then that he had similar gifts to mine and wasn’t really ready to accept them. We talked about it later and both agreed that after acknowledging “Aunt Faye” and seeing her photo that night that she had come to visit us.
Both of my great grandmothers on my mom’s side were medicine women. One was a native American woman who gave birth to my grandfather and then gave him up so she could go travel by her horse and buggy around the southern part of the United States to sick people where she was needed. My other great grandmother lived in Ireland where she was basically a birth doula.
Sometimes I think these great grandmothers chose me to be the receiver of these gifts because everyone else in my family was too afraid to use these gifts. My mom told me she has some of these gifts, but you never share them with anyone because then they lock you up in the mental hospital.
However, what if we learned to see these opportunities as gifts and another way to connect to other realms and higher consciousness? What if we are truly supposed to connect to this type of medicine to help others find answers and connect them to higher energies?
