My husband is a hospital chaplain and told of a man in the intensive care unit (ICU) who was dying of stomach cancer. The man had been fighting the cancer for several years, and was brought to the brink of death much faster than anyone anticipated. He had a wife and grown children, and the wife was angry — angry that he was dying and losing the fight. She wanted to be married to a winner, did not want to talk about death, did not want to make plans for when he died, did not like what the doctors were telling her, and dealt with this by refusing to visit her husband.
When someone you love is dying or has died, it is easy to get caught up in the fantasy of, “If I don’t say good-bye, they won’t leave.” But it doesn’t work that way. Death has a way of taking people away from us whether we like it or not, and whether we say good-bye or not.
I’m not sure what I believed about demons before I met one. As a Psychic Medium, I probably should have read up on them and contemplated their existence, but aside from their portrayal in movies and the TV show “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” I really didn’t think about them at all. But I think about them now.
My heartfelt thanks go out to my friend and fellow blogger, Christina Krost (www.thekrostfamily.blogspot.com), for sending me questions that actual children (hers and others from their elementary school) actually asked about ghosts. Their questions show a level of basic understanding and sophisticated inquiry that surprised me! I have added two questions that were asked of me by another child, and shall now answer them all. (A quick aside about terminology: our spirits are our spirits in any state — alive, Earth-bound in the afterlife, or ascended in the afterlife — but ghosts are spirits that are Earth-bound in the afterlife only. Once you ascend and go to heaven, you are no longer a ghost.)
I met Archangel Michael when I was dealing with a rather pesky dead mother-in-law (someone else’s, not mine) who Would. Not. Ascend. I had done a Reading for the daughter-in-law, who was troubled by the circumstances of the woman’s death, and other family matters. The Reading went well, all the daughter-in-law’s questions were answered and her mind was put at ease, and I felt good about all the loose ends I was able to help her tie up. But that was not enough for the mother-in-law. Her spirit was at peace, but she was bound and determined to continue to haunt their house and be a meddlesome pest. I, on the other hand, was determined to see her ascend and spoke a quiet “God help me” prayer under my breath.
It was in the news again, the report of three young boys killed by their mother, this time in Ohio, but really it could have been anywhere. I read this latest story of children dying at the hands of a person who was supposed to love and care for them and thought, “Time to tell the story of Amy.”