Death — The Inevitable Continuum
I walked up the sidewalk and took the path which led to the front door of a house I did not recognize. I rang the doorbell and waited with palatable anticipation until — to my surprise — my mother opened the door. My joy at seeing her was overwhelming and we embraced for quite a while. She led me through a living room and dining room into a kitchen. We sat down at a table in a bay window and talked for what seemed a very long time; I later remembered everything that we discussed.
Afterwards, mother stood up and told me she had an appointment she had to keep and it was time for her to leave. As she began to walk toward the back door of the house I said “Mother wait! What is it like to die?” My mother stopped, turned around and smiled. “Martha Jewel” she said “don’t you know that you have to do that for yourself.” The dream ended and I woke up feeling certain I had just spent time with my mother who had died earlier that year.
After the dream, I called my sister to tell her what I had experienced. Pam immediately began completing my sentences by describing the house exterior and proceeded to give me the layout of the rooms before I could tell her. My sister had a very similar dream about visiting our mother and had gone to the very same house and sat at the same kitchen table in a bay window.
I do not consider myself a medium, however, over the past 25-years, I have had many experiences in which I am able to communicate with or see people on the other side. This is never planned but happens spontaneously in a session or just living everyday life. The people that I communicate with either speak audibly to me, give me images of what they want me to know or simply appear in etheric form making their presence known.
The five following stories are only a few examples of communicating with or viewing those who have crossed. The examples will give you some insight into events that in my work have been repeated over and over, confirming the continuation of life.
Back with Mac
My first story involves a client telling me about the death of her father. He died helping her set up chairs for her birthday party. As she sat with me crying, her father began to speak to me very clearly. Her father asks me to tell her not to worry; he was fine and playing a lot of golf with Mac. My client insisted she didn’t know who Mac was and I assured her she did. We proceeded with the session when she suddenly remembered her dad’s friend Mr. McKinney who died several years before her dad. The two men had played golf together for many years and her dad often referred to him as Mac.
Grandmother’s Pancake
My second story involves a young man I was doing a reading for. This young man is sitting across a table from me which gave me a very good view of him and his energy field. As the reading progressed, I began to see a woman materialize beside him. She was elderly and very short with a weird pancake looking thing on top of her head. Her hand was on his shoulder and she looked at him very lovingly. I began to describe her and he immediately said “That is my grandmother – she just died recently and we were extremely close. The weird pancake is an odd habit she had of saving her hair and making a bun type thing out of it to put on her head.” (You can’t make it up.)
The Passing of Paul
My third story occurred when my uncle Paul died and the family gathered for a funeral. Part of the tradition of the funeral was a private family viewing of the body. I refused to go into the viewing room because I wanted to remember him as he was in life. During the service the minister began to give a very detailed eulogy and I could see my uncle Paul in etheric form. Paul was standing next to the minister and smiling, nodding his head and agreeing with what was said. I turned to my mother and said “Oh my God. Uncle Paul is standing by the minister.” My mother obviously did not believe me and so I described what he was wearing. The suit, shirt and tie I detailed was the exact outfit he was buried in, an outfit I never saw.
Rita to the Rescue
My fourth story involves a woman in San Francisco who lost her husband when he underwent minor surgery making the death very unexpected. She was in her 30’s with young children and was extremely distraught. Her husband had been about ten years older and was from a very prominent old San Francisco family. As I listened to her story, I began to feel a very strong presence. Her husband began to tell me that he was with his aunt Rita who had died years before. Rita was a very high-profile socialite in her day and much loved and respected by my client’s husband. He confided his beloved aunt was helping him make a healthy transition. His death had been a shock to him and his aunt helped him understand what had happened. He assured his wife that he had not deserted her and is helping guide and advise her through the legality of his death.
That evening I received a phone call from the woman and she was excited to tell me that she went home and decided to straighten up her husband’s desk. As she lifted a folder up off his desk a newspaper clipping sailed out and floated to the floor. It was a photo of and obituary for Rita – a powerful confirmation that her husband was in good hands.
Lars not Mars
The fifth and last story starts when I first began doing professional readings. A client came to me whose son had committed suicide. She had an opportunity to have a reading with the great medium George Anderson. I encouraged her to take advantage of the reading and she scheduled it immediately. The next time I saw her she had been to George and was thrilled with what she learned.
Her reading began with George looking at her curiously and asking if her son had a good sense of humor. His next question was “Is his name Lars?” When she confirmed that it was in fact Lars, George told her that her son said his name rhymed with mars but began with the letter before. Lars proceeded to tell George, for his mother’s benefit, that suicide solves nothing. When you make your transition, you still have to deal with and resolve the issues you ran from. He also wanted her to know he was happy and loved her very much. Lars lastly expressed regret for the pain she had suffered.
As exemplified by all these stories, death is but a continuation – part of the great continuum of life. In every situation, the person who has died stays connected to those they love and tries to communicate, act as a guide, or just make their presence known.
The pitfalls of dimensional transition come into play when valuation of material possessions keeps one tethered to those things. This interferes with a successful soul crossing that is often referred to as a haunting.
Another pitfall is being overwhelmed with low vibration emotions. People who die extremely angry, depressed, fearful or guilt ridden have a very difficult time getting off the planet. Without help from a shaman, psychic medium or extensive prayer they may end up stuck on the earth plane, in perpetual limbo, or find themselves in some hellish dimension that matches their vibration.
Here in this world of polarity, black and white, right and wrong, heaven and hell, we think there are only two choices when actually there are many dimensions to go to depending on where your frequency or vibration lands you at death.
The moral teaching from all true spiritual paths coincides in the cultivation of love, peace, and non-attachment. The deeper these morals are cultivated, the brighter your light and the easier you move in death from the dense physical to celestial realms.
No matter whether you are in solitary confinement or surrounded by a flock of you dearest friends and loved ones, in the end, dying is inevitable and truly “something you have to do for yourself.”
“When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.”
– Cherokee
“The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.”
― Italo Calvino
Hungry for a Retreat?
The last couple of years have been a wild ride for all of us – dealing with COVID and contagion. Contagious disease and contagious fear. Seems to me the reality that Covid is here to stay has become obvious — the next iteration of the cold or the flu that we will ultimately have learn to live with.
The question to y’all is whether you would like to conspire (Latin for breathe together) to gather once again and experience the joy of community and communion. I think the fall would be a good time, September or October, probably here in Texas. I have not nailed down a location yet but will get on that if y’all are enthusiastic.
Miss you all, and love you all,
Martha
Category : Insights Posted on February 16, 2022