Today I had an incredible experience. Sometime during the first year after losing Amy I started to listen to audibles because I was unable to read. My comprehension was totally shattered and I seriously was unable to read a book. Since I was obsessed with my need to know where my Amy now existed, I started listening to books written by those claiming to have had NDEs and/or any books with great reviews connected to the afterlife.
In the midst of looking for books to quiet my quest for comfort that my daughter was indeed in a good place, I stumbled across Many Lives, Many Masters written by Dr. Brian Weiss. Listening to this book narrated in Dr. Weiss’s soothing voice had a profound effect on me. Could it be that Amy and I have had other lifetimes together and is it possible that we could share many more together? Just as a sidebar, I am not asking for anyone’s opinion on your theories of the after life. When it comes to soothing my soul until I am reunited with my daughter, I am on my own. So if you struggle with remaining open to possibilities, do yourself a favor and stop reading now!
When I learned that Dr. Weiss was coming to Philly to do a workshop, I admit I was intrigued and wanted to go. But could I attend this all day workshop alone? Lucky for me I made this wonderful new friend from my Compassionate Friends support group who without hesitation agreed to go with me.
Leading up to the workshop, we both read more of Dr. Weiss’s books, but nothing prepared me for what transpired today. First of all, I was shocked to see how many other people were open to the concept that Dr. Weiss was presenting. My friend and I guessed there were 700 to possibly 1,000 people in attendance. The man sitting next to me traveled all the way from India just to attend this one day workshop.
Of course, Dr. Weiss did two guided group meditations which he said based on statistics from other workshops, offered a chance for 50% of the group to experience a past life regression. While I did have a few visions come through, I did not experience anything profound until he did a little exercise before we broke for lunch.
He asked that we pick a perfect stranger and give them something to hold which contained your own individual energy. My friend and I agreed we knew too much about each other, so as I looked around I felt drawn to this woman seated a few seats from me. She admitted to having the same pull so we exchanged rings. When I held her ring, I felt an overwhelming feeling of grief. It was similar to a grief ambush, but after coming out of the prior 25 min meditation, I admit I was feeling unusually relaxed.
Dr. Weiss then dimmed the lights and guided us through a 5 minute meditation asking us to zero in on anything the object we were holding evoked in us. I kept thinking Mother, Mother, Mother — did this young woman’s Mom die? Surely I cannot allude to that. Then I saw a bright kitchen and two unfamiliar women together. They were chatting amicably across a small table covered by a tablecloth which was pushed up against a wall. It felt like the 1950s. Witnessing these two women felt joyful unlike when the meditation began and I was holding her ring. When Dr. Weiss turned the lights back on and asked us to share what we had felt and seen during the meditation, the young woman asked me to go first. Seems I had tuned into the two women she loved the most in the world — her Mom and her Grandmother, both who loved to chat together in the kitchen. Both who were on the same side of the veil as Amy. We both cried.
Then it was her turn to tell me what came through. Butterflies, a girl, in her 20s, pink lips, a feminine football jersey (sports something — Amy had a pink Iverson jersey), Florida, Italian something, pressure on her chest like she was having a heart attack — Amazing Amy as my friend, Mary, always calls her. We both cried again.
When Dr. Weiss asked if anyone had a profound experience, we held hands and raised our hands together. He only spoke to 6 pairs in the room and we were the third pair. He addressed me personally for 10 minutes and told me that my daughter was telling me she was fine. She gave a perfect stranger her energy to reassure me. What a gift. Hundreds of people witnessed this and once again I know there is life after life and our energy survives our bodies.
And Natasha, if you happen to read this, he said something at the end of the workshop which made me think of you. You were right! He said after speaking to many who have experienced NDEs or were in between lives, when we die, we are in bliss. Amy deserves bliss.
Always, always remembering my amazing Amy.