What an extraordinary gift to be a conduit for Agnes who chose to speak to her beloved Grand daughter Katt, through me, during a Mediumship Development Circle I attended recently. Nicole Powell is a gifted teacher and mentor and I wish to acknowledge her loving guidance in support of my developing abilities in this way.
As for Agnes’ visit, Katt has given me permission to share her Grandmother’s message with you, including the image of the very lacquer jewelry box Agnes presented to Katt in my vision to help identify herself during her visit.
In this interaction, Agnes describes an afternoon she shared with Katt who came to sit with Agnes while she was in hospital during her final days. Agnes was unable to speak to Katt at the time; she was resting in her physical self. But, Agnes wanted very much for Katt to know that in her spirit self, Agnes was not only free to laugh and dance with boundless joy but very much aware of Katt’s presence during her visits.
Thank you, Katt, for your willingness to share this message of hope with all of us.
I close my eyes and in my vision space. . .
I see a woman sitting up in a hospital bed
The head of the bed is slightly raised
A light blanket neatly folded back over her chest
She would prefer to imagine sitting up in a chair….
She chooses to envision herself this way
Though truth be told she finds herself lying still
“Are you listening?”
She asks me.
“I am here tonight”
Turning her focus to speak to Katt, this gentle woman whispers,
“I’d like to talk to you
About the last time we spoke
That I could feel your hand
Though I was too weak to squeeze you tight
That I could hear your voice
Talking to me
Though I was unable to speak
I see her there. . .
She looks neatly dressed (her imagining)
Yet her reality shows her
Arm stretched out across the blanket
Toward a younger woman (Katt)
Who gently lets the elder’s hand
Rest in her upturned palm
Placed where the two hands meet
This visitor shows me a rectangular box
In spirit she is sitting up, looking at the younger woman
She has placed the box purposely there
As a connection between the two.
The box looks black in my vision space
But I hear,
Perhaps the box is red inside?
I see the elder woman again
Head raised slightly
She suggests that her body is still and un-moving
“Like a stiff mask”
She says she is tired now. . .
Too tired to want to expend energy animating her outer form
But she wants me to share these words and as she speaks I see her spirit Joyfully rise up behind her body lying still on the bed,
“I am free
Behind the mask of this body
I am free now
I am no longer trapped
Locked in one place
Though you can’t hear me say so
Celebrate with me
I am dancing in the light!
And I see you there
Holding my hand
Close to your heart (Metaphorically)
We are one
You and I
Dance with me!”
The spirit of this gentle soul
Rises up behind her body
As a young woman again
Basked in warm yellow light
“Let this be your truth
That we are one
With the joy of all eternity
Well within our grasp
In heaven and on earth
Dance with me
Let the world know
There is no such thing as separation
Let’s live that way
You and I
We know each other well
And in that way
Know the rhythm of time and space
Runs in circles
There is life
And then there is life
One and the same
Let your eyes
See the whole of it
There you will find me!
To your open, loving heart
A gift to all
On both sides of the veil”
You beautiful soul!
The message is even more moving when written, than hearing it the first time, thank you for that gift!
Here are some images of the lacquer box my Grandmother shared.
(NB. I had imaged that this box was black on the outside, as this is how it appeared in my vision space. However, I was also given the word red, very clearly during the interaction. Both Katt, in her memory of the box, and myself, in hearing the word, imagined there was red velvet inside. If you look closely, you will see Agnes was referring to the literal sea of red, both inside and outside the box, in the images there. Thank you, Agnes, for being so clear in your description of the box you had offered Katt in my vision, and that she still holds dear.)
My Grandmother’s name was Agnes. She was an incredibly intelligent woman; a teacher who worked full time at the Alberta School for the Deaf…very progressive for that day and age! She was a music prodigy––very gifted, and also taught piano. My Grandmother was an absolutely amazing, strong woman. Parkinson’s and arthritis locked her into her body, which took away the ability to play music, and in the end, crossing was the kindest thing that could have happened to her.
Love her very much!
Beautiful, powerful words Catherine.
Thank you so very much!