At The Gate

 

 

          Once there was a child . . .

Yes, Spirit? With a joyful heart, I open myself to this telling

A child stands
     With her back to me

     Her hair is dark
          Tied up in thick braids
               At the back of her head

She stands
     Hands at shoulder height
          Affixing something?
     (Disentangling something?)
          From the stem of a rose bush
               Twinned on a trestle before her

She glances at me
     Over her shoulder

          I cannot see her hands

What are you holding, beautiful child?
                    Is there something you’d rather I not see?

Head bowed
     Hands now clasped together in front
          Her long skirt as a backdrop to . . .
               (What is it she holds?)

I have something to show you,
     She says,
          Turning now to face me

     It’s a message my mother sent
          From the world beyond

I come here daily
     Looking over the fence
          In hopes that I might see here there

     It’s a barrier,
          This veil of roses between the worlds

I stand here
     On tip toes
          Each day at different times
               Hoping I’ll catch a glimpse…

          I’d so love to see her again

The angels said they have need of her

          Do you think that’s true?

               Do you think they need her more than me?

If so,
     I could let her go with greater ease

If there were one
     Who needs her more than I,
          I would say to them,

“Go with love
     But treat her like the precious flower she is to my heart”

Because that’s who she is to me…

     A flower of the most exquisite
     Shape
          And scent
               And colour

     “Take her with you, if you must,”
          I’d say,
               “And be sure to kiss her often
                    As I did

                    Every day without end’

     I’d want her to know she is loved
          Because I don’t know that for sure

          I don’t know she is loved
               I don’t know someone is caring for her
                    I can’t see her…

Yesterday,
     When I came
          I found this note….

     It was tied to the vine
          With a delicate thread
               And I left it there

I wasn’t sure it was for me

     But, I got to thinking

          “Why would it be placed
               Right where I stand each day
                    If it weren’t for me?

               Who could know I come here
                    I’ve never said so to anyone
                         It’s a private journey…”

Of course,
     You’re here

          But, I can sense you’re different

I’m okay that you’re here
     It’s almost a relief
          To have someone to talk to
               After all this time

That’s why I looked kind of sheepish….

You came as I untied the knot
     I’d only just taken the note off the string
          When you appeared
               Over my shoulder

I thought I’d done wrong
     Till I saw your light
          Then I knew I could share…

     What do you think
          About this note?

               I can’t read the words!!!

The paper is delicate
     Like lace wings

          Blue!
               Dark blue
                    With the prettiest design

There are words printed there
     But I can’t make them out

          Would you help me?

     You’re a writer
          Maybe you can see what I cannot

With cupped hands
     She holds the paper toward me
          In hesitant gesture

               But I don’t take it from her

‘Little Spirit
     The words…’
          I say,

          “The details are unimportant….

Let go of the need to ‘see’
     You are looking with your eyes
          In a way that has you looking backward

     You are bound only
          By the limitation
               Of your own imagination

Close your eyes
     Little Spirit,
          And look for your Mother there
               Without expectation
                    Of how she ‘should’ appear

What might you see
     And feel
          And hear?

     What might those words say
          If you listen with your heart?

     Can you allow your truth to be
          That you’ve seen her every day?
               Just not in a way you’d expect?

Close your eyes
     Little Love,
          And listen to what is
               Not what you expect there is

     Be aware of all your sense
          I suspect you’ll find
               That you’ve never been without her

          Not for the briefest of moments
               Not ever…

It is not for me to say
     What your experience might be
          Only to encourage you to imagine

               Love is never lost

Love never leaves
     It reconfigures
          In ways
               Sometimes beyond our knowing

Listen for that
     Little One

          You’ll find her there

Hold that love note to your heart
     And let is seep into the essence
          Of who you are

     I suspect you’ll discover
          With the blending of the two
               The one you long for
                    Will surrender their essence
                         In just the same way

Listen for love
     With love

     Let go of the ache
          (In the gentles way)
               To allow their essence
                    To feel you there

Allow the separation
     To be all it needs to be
          And remember to love yourself through it.’

Turning then
     Toward the fence
          Up on her tip toes
               With a smile on her face
          She sees something she had not seen before

     The place she stands
          Along the wall
               Is a gate…

Lifting the latch
     The gate sweeps open

     (So much easier
          To see this way)

               The gate is open

  Light cascades
     Within and without

     There is no separation
            Only invitation to step through

          ‘In your own time
               Little Spirit

                    In your own time…’

~

I have often reached out to Spirit to say, “I so wish that I could paint the beauty of the things I see in Spirit, for others to know of of their glory! Perhaps one day I will take classes and become a painter myself. Spirit is wondrous, however, far beyond our knowing; hearing and making connections for us, despite ourselves, when we reach out from our hearts. Here is an example of a painting created in spirit by a beautiful friend I have made through On Spirits’ Wings, that is clearly a representation of this very story about the spirit who came to me on this day.

With deepest, heartfelt love and appreciation for Renata Loree who created this glorious painting titled, “At The Gate” on the same day (unbeknownst to each other) that I received this spirits message. Renata is one who continually paints my heart from across the world. We are connected through Spirit in a glorious and mysterious way. Thank you for allowing me to use this image to share Spirits’ words, Renata. So much love to you!

~

© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

 

A Message for Mpho From Beyond The Veil

A beautiful soul shared this loving message with the one he loves here on earth, after passing through the veil to the other side last month. He came to me earlier this week and then joined his sweetheart in conversation this afternoon (with me as a conduit.)

 
My lovely new friend, who lives in South Africa, felt that others may also find healing and comfort in his message so we agreed to share his message with you.
 
With love ~
~
When I opened my heart in meditation, these words came to me. . .
 
     Let me talk….
 
          I’d like to tell you this….
 
Although our time seemed short
     For me,
          Each moment has extended into millennia
               So that we can never be apart
 
I am savoring this now
     Dancing with the sensations of
          The warmth,
               And strength
                    And love that is you
 
     That is who you are to me
 
We are like children
     In the grand scheme of things
 
          There is so much to learn
 
I am grateful for the ‘time’ I had with you
 
     Wished there was more
          Simply so that I could hold you
 
               Here,
                    I never let go
 
It’s not like on earth
     Where time and space
          Give a sense of separation
 
Here we are always One
     So that I simply can’t miss you
          The way you are missing me
 
So, I ache for you in your loss
     But, I don’t miss you the same way
 
          It’s different here
 
               You are with me
                    We are never apart
 
To say, “I love you”
     Is an understatement
          Of grand proportions
 
The intensity of the love I feel for you
     Is so complete
          So deep,
               So utterly unfathomable
 
          You are my very breath
               Within and without
 
Love is so much more here
     More than all the best days combined
          More than the sun
               And the stars
                    And the moon
               Wrapped up together
                    Combined at the heart
 
          More than all we imagined
 
We are all glorious Beings
 
     You’ll see it so clearly when you get here
 
Don’t come too soon
     Because once you’re here with me
          You’ll realize the whole of your life
               Was a blink of your beautiful eyes
 
All things there
     Are no time at all here
 
          It’s how I know you’ll be okay…
 
Don’t worry about me
     I’m happy
          And healthy
               And free
 
There is nothing but joyful imaginings here
     The manifestations
          Of all things good
 
Prepare yourself for joyful ascension
     But in your own time
 
     There is nothing disloyal
          About staying a little longer
 
          I’d do that, too
               Knowing what I now know
                    About here
                         And there
               And our relationship to one and all
 
Be ready when it comes
     But, don’t’ be in a hurry to get here
 
          I will wait
 
Then we can sit down together
     And talk things through
 
Be at peace
     In your own heart
 
     If you look
          You will find me there
 
I never left
     Not really
 
          Just changed the way I walk in the world
 
               Nothing too different in that
                    Not really….
 
Be patient with yourself
     In your healing
 
          Be at peace
               In your heart
 
                   I’m there
 
                         I am there
~
 
© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Win
As part of the transmission, I asked the gentleman who was speaking with me to share some images, ideas or truths that were specific enough that his loved one here would recognize that he was indeed who he said he was.
 
He transmitted the idea that he was a businessman – Mpho explained that lately, the two of them had been talking about starting a business together.
Maja showed a man with a yellowish tinge around the mouth and throat area. The jaw was very tight. He was bringing attention to some sort of infection in this area. – Mpho’s beloved grandfather, a very special man in her life, passed of throat cancer. Mpho tells me that she spoke often to Maja of her grandfather and it makes sense to her that he would bring grandfather into this communication as someone very special to be remembered to her.
 
He showed me a beautiful bird – Mpho says she has been seeing blackbirds and  each time she sees this bird she is sure it is her love come to visit her.
The bird he showed me had blue/grey coloured feathers. The colour of the feathers was greatly emphasized as was the idea that the bird was preening its feathers with care and pride in the way it looked. – I believe there were a few ideas portrayed through the image of this bird. One being that he takes care and pride in the way he looks. Another being the colour of clothes he liked to wear. A third, perhaps, a reflection of his name which is Maja Aggrey. 
He showed himself wearing a blue/grey coloured short sleeved shirt, pressed and very smart looking. A very handsome man. Again, see the picture in his blue/grey outfit, a vest (short sleeves), and shirt. Very dapper, indeed.
 
I saw Maja sitting right next to Mpho on her left side and he had a beautiful, warm smile – look at the picture of the two of them! Wow!
He emphasized his very short hair. The word he chose was ‘cropped’.
 
Maja showed himself chewing on a piece of grass (like a farmer might). Mpho tells me that although they lived in town, his family have a farm.
 
I was shown a beautiful white cow, that looked different than the cows we have here in Canada. – Mpho tells me that Maja had a great love for these animals on his family farm and that his favourite of the cows was a white one. He really loved this particular animal.
 
Thank you Spirit, for allowing me to bear witness to the love shared between Maja in spirit and Mpho here, continuing on her earth journey. I will hold space for continued direct communication between these two beautiful souls through the birds and sense of knowing that Mpho will continue have as signs that Maja is near (You don’t need me for this Mpho. You are already attuned to that love).
Thank you Maja, for trusting me to translate your words, thoughts and emotions to Mpho. Thank you Mpho, for reaching out and allowing me a brief glimpse into your life.
In deepest gratitude,
Catherine ~
 
© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

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Youth Is For The Young At Heart

 

We are young only once

         Is this what you think?

Because if that were so
     I’d have to gently say

         “You’re wrong….”

We can be young a thousand times
     A million times

         As many times as you might choose
               On any given day

Youth is in the smile
     In a gesture
          In the wink of an eye

     Is a story
          A childlike wish
               No matter what your age. . .

There are those who believe
     That chronological age of the physical being
          Has some particular meaning
               When it comes to this notion of youth

But what if youth is not a state of mind or body
     But a reflection of one’s heart?

Could we not be
     Just as young at 92
          As we are at 5?

Open the doors
     And let fun in
          Then carry on being silly
               As long as your heart desires

     There is plenty of opportunity
          For stuffy and serious

Try to leave room for joy
     And let joy spill into your life
          On any given day

     Youth is for the young at heart
          Just reach out
               And make that choice for you

          For as long as your heart desires!

 

~

© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

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I Count The Years Of Patience You Gave Me As I Sat Inside These Walls

 
 
 
I count the years of patience you gave me
     As I sat inside these walls
          Too afraid to look out into the world
 
     “Don’t ask me to change,”
          I said,

               “I like it in here.”

 
             And you waited . . .
 
“Can’t you see me?”
     I wondered
          “Pressed between these walls so tight

               You’d wonder how I got here

              
          And so I’ll tell you . . .
 
                    I grew up in here
 
I grew into the space
     Until the size of me
          Filled the space to bursting
               And still…
 
          You let me have my time without question
 
And now,
     With wall exploded
          Crumbled into a thousand pieces
               A million pieces

                    To dust, in fact

 
               No,
 
                    Less than dust!
 
     With no walls left
               Where does that leave me?
 

Illuminated

 
          Suffused in light
 
     Green
          Luminescent
               Light of
                    Life
 
I’m standing tall
     In the light of life
          Because you chose to love me
               Without end
 
     You chose to love me without end
          Without (From the) beginning
               And on
                    Into the millennia
 
To the expanses of the universe
     With all its time and space
          Enough to fill it all
               With me in the midst of it
 
     All the way up to this very moment in time
 
          And I thank you for it
 
                    Allow me to thank you for it”
 
                         Amen ~

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Where Are You, My Love?

 
 
Yesterday came and went
      And I didn’t even notice
            If you existed
 
                  Do you believe me?
 
                        Can I lie that easily?
 
      Don’t believe it
            Not for a minute
 
Each night I pray for you
 
      Each day I call your name
            And wonder where you are
 
Each morning I pray
      That the moment will be revealed
            When you will reach out and find me
 
                  Where are you,
                        My love?
 
What twisted state is this
      Where you slip from my hand
            And disappear
                  Into the mists without me?
 
      I’m calling you
 
            I’m calling out to you
 
                        Can you hear me?
 
Let my words whisper in your heart
      So that you remember all there is to live for
 
Take a chance
 
      Open up your heart
            And take a chance
 
            Love is waiting for you
 
                  Let it LIVE
 
                        Let it live
 
                              It’s yours to give
 
      Breathe it
 
            Let it live
                  In and out and back to me
 
~
 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

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Be the one Take a chance Say the word Share your voice


 
 
     Something’s happening
 
            Can you feel it?
 
               Open up to this idea
                    Let me tell you
 
Once,
      (Start like that)
 

Once a young man came to me

 
He told me his name
      And he told me his tale
            He said,
 
      “This is the end of my life
            I can no longer live in this world
                  With so much suffering
 
            I cannot bear to watch
                  The torment of one soul
                        For the loss of another
 
      So much sorrow
            Too much
 
                  I cannot live in this world
                       The way it is today.”
 
He took himself up the road
      Away from all the chaos
            And he made himself a plan
 
Day and night
      Night and day
 
He vowed to make a change
      To make a difference
            To make a change
      So that all those he loved
            Would sit up and take note
                  And know,
            That they too had the power
                  To move mountains
 
It takes one voice
 
      Yes ~
 
            It takes one voice to speak out
 
One voice to start a wave of truth
      Joined by many
            Until a whole nation cries out
                  Together
                        To make a change for peace
 
Be that voice
 
     Be the one to spread
          Love and
             Joy and
                   Peace
 
      When all around seems lost
 
            What if it was you the people needed?
 
     Be the one
 
          Take a chance
 
               Say the word
 
                    Share your voice
 
~
  © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

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Yesterday You Called My Name And I Refused To Listen


 
Yesterday you called my name
     And I refused to listen
 
     It was as though your words
          Drifted to me
               On a line
                    Of disconnection
 
          A broken chord
 
I looked away
     And refused to acknowledge your offer
          As though by ignoring your presence
               I could allow….
 
     I could create a greater distance between us
          Than I know exists in truth
 
Back turned
     Arms folded
          Eyes closed
               Head turned away
 
          All a meaningless gesture
               Truly
 
     An empty gesture
          To ward off that which you offer
 
           ‘That’ being,
               Nothing less than pure
                    Love
 
                    What will happen now?
 
     Only time will tell
 
But if I had my choice?
 
     I’d reach out my hand
          And take the one you offer
 
I’d let the words you speak
     Touch my heart
          Slip inside
               And explode there
          Enough to fill all the emptiness
               I’ve experienced
                    Without you in my life
 
     I’d turn myself toward you
          And let the light of you
               Fill me completely
 
          I’d breathe that in
 
               I’d breathe that in
                    In a long
 
                         Slow
 
                              Breath
 
     Then I’d walk away
          Knowing you had touched my soul
               In a way to strengthen, not limit me
 
Help me find a way to trust your light
     There is nothing I want more,
          Than to feel its touch
 
Be gentle
     It will take a lot of patience
          While I process all the possibilities
 
Amen to your loving heart
 
          I’m looking your way
 
               I’m leaning in your direction….
 
~
© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wing

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My Friend Said To Me, “Can I Come In?”

 
 
Once I had a friend
 
     Once I had a friend
          And this friend came to see me
               Late in the evening
                    On a Sunday
 
My friend said to me
     He said,
 
          “Can I come in?
 
               Can I come home with you?
 
                    Is there a place for me here
                         With you?”
 
I opened my door
     And let him in
 
My friend made himself at home
     Sat by the fire
          Soaked up the
               Warmth and the light
 
     Held on to the room
          And the space
               And the place that
                    Being there provided
 
     Who would have known?
 
          Who would have guessed
               That he needed that?
 
                    Not me
 
I went about my business as usual
     Ignoring him
          For the most part
     Just let him be
          Without interruption
 
And there he stayed
     Quiet
          Contented
               Peaceful
                    Grounded
                         And grateful
                              Just to “Be” there
 
Once we know our boundaries
 
     Once we know our limits
          We can relax within the
               Four walls of them
                    And find the gift of that
 
               Simply that
 
We have limits
     And it’s okay to recognize
          And claim them as our own
 
     Can we move beyond them?
 
          Yes we can
 
And if we choose to,
     Then lets take the time
          To gather in and
               Build the energy we need
                    To move forward
 
From there?
     From that place of strength?
 
          The world is our limit
 
     The world
          And all the stars in Heaven
 
               That becomes our home
 
                    The whole of it
 
          Amen to that
               My friend
 
~
 © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings

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