(Disclaimer: Some names have been changed to protect their privacy. Some information may be disturbing for some readers. Read at your discretion. 18+)
Today, looking back in hindsight, I now recognize the reason I only met my great aunt Mary that one time. Meeting Mary was the best way for me to identify the validity of my experience. Spirit knew I would tell my mum. They also knew I wouldn’t tell my dad. My great aunt Mary was my mother’s aunt. Therefore, my mother would be able to validate their existence through her ties with Mary. That was the single, and highly important reason for meeting Mary that night.
I had later learned, Grandpa Joe was my dad’s great great grandfather. The woman standing in front of my closet was my dad’s great grandmother, Sarah. Sarah was married to Grandpa Joe.
Anytime Grandpa Joe came to visit me at night he would stand by my bedroom closet where the glowing faced lady stood previously. As I slowly awoke, I would see Grandpa Joe standing there looking at me. Each time I saw Grandpa Joe, I had a familiar feeling come over me. I felt like a five year old little girl being picked up and swung around by her favorite old person. I hold deep respect for Grandpa Joe. I felt completely safe and at ease with him, always.
With that, an urge to go toward him came over me instantaneously upon seeing him. I would gently glide over to stand right in front of Grandpa Joe. Once in front of him, I would look back to see my body laying there peacefully on my bed, with a glimmering silver cord connecting me with my body.
“Close your eyes dear” Grandpa Joe instructed, whilst placing the palm of his hand a couple of inches from my face. The energy I felt was similar to when you close your eyes and can sense a person extremely close to you? Same thing. He never touched me. It seemed that was a no no whilst I was in my full spirit form. After having my eyes closed for what seemed like a second, Grandpa Joe removed his palm from blocking my view.
I was no longer standing in my bedroom. I was in an entirely new place. I was standing outside on a cobblestone road, with Grandpa Joe standing to my left. The air was neither warm, nor cold. The area was bright, almost luminescent, yet I did not see the sun, nor clouds. The sky was a perfect soft pale blue. Even though everything I was looking at was extremely bright, the light didn’t hurt my eyes.
Once I adjusted to my new surroundings, Grandpa Joe led me forward on the cobblestone road we were standing on. As we walked, I could see beautiful houses with lush gardens. I could see people in light clothing tending to the most brilliant colored flowers I had ever seen. Color here on earth doesn’t even come close to describing the brilliance of nature’s foliage when you’re in that state of awareness. There is one word that best describes what I was seeing, which is, breathtaking. I was awe struck.
As Grandpa Joe and I continued to walk, or should I say glide, since I didn’t feel my feet hitting the ground, I looked to my left, just past Grandpa Joe. “What’s that over there?” I asked. I was in a trance by what I was seeing.
When I asked Grandpa Joe that question, I was referring to a grand building with several wide steps, four massive pillars, and a domed roof. The building was all white with two ornate front doors made out of solid wood. I had never seen a building like that before then. Today, I would describe the building as being similar to many buildings you could find in Europe presently, in particular, Italy.
“That’s the library dear. We are not going there today.” Grandpa Joe responded without looking my way. I acknowledge, “okay Grandpa”. We kept on walking forward until something caught my eye. Causing me to gasp whilst witnessing its dancing colors. It was a waterfall.
“That is the most beautiful waterfall I have ever seen” I said half dazed, half aware of Grandpa Joe. The waterfall was tall and slender. It cascaded over a high rugged cliff. As the water came crashing into the bed of water below there was no sound, only the sight of the mist spraying up. The waterfall created a stunning rainbow. I could see the intricate details of several water droplets. It was like standing in a symphony of color, without hearing a sound. It was absolutely stunning.
“Yes, it is”, Grandpa Joe admitted with a slight affirmative nod. “Now look over there.” Grandpa Joe extended his right arm straight out, then proceeded to point his index finger in the direction off to my immediate right. I followed his finger with my eyes, naturally.
Next thing I knew, I was sitting on damp, cold rocks, clutching my knees, and feeling every horrid emotion you could think of. I felt fear, anger, sadness, rage, guilt, shame, loneliness, and felt completely forgotten. I was trapped inside a damp, dark, oppressive hole of a cave with only a small flicker of light. I could feel water dripping down the rock wall behind me as I rocked back and forth in a tight fetal position, seated upright.
“Please make it stop! Please make it stop! Grandpa!!”, was screaming inside my head. No sooner did those words bellow out of me, a gentle, firm hand reached out to squeeze my left shoulder. The moment I felt the loving squeeze, I was back outside. I was once again standing in front of the waterfall, beside Grandpa Joe.
“Why did you show me that?! That was horrible!” I exclaimed in sheer horror. Grandpa Joe in his loving matter-of-fact way said “yes, it is. Sweetheart, if you choose to beat yourself up, hate yourself, and choose to push everything and everyone away, all you will see is the cave. If you choose to honor yourself, love yourself, accept everyone, and everything for what it is, you will see the waterfall. That choice is yours. Now, close your eyes.” My eyes forcibly closed with the energetic force of Grandpa Joe’s hand motion. Next thing I knew, I was back inside my body, in my bed.
Back then, in 1992, I didn’t really fully grasp what it was my Grandpa Joe was saying to me. What I did take from that experience was that there is far more to this life than this earthly experience. I came into the full awareness of Grandpa Joe’s powerful message after two divorces, and several cave diving excursions.
You are here to experience yourself within denser energy, within all that is, for the purpose of developing your evolutionary awareness. Every experience you have offers both light and dark. It is for this reason, there is always more than one way to perceive the same thing. Something pure can also be seen as something evil to someone else.
You were born from darkness. You are both light and dark. Your consciousness has many layers, over many incarnations, within all that creation has to offer. You call upon your light or dark side to help you perceive your reality. These choices further help you to develop your unique perception. Which then helps you define who you are, and assert what it is you wish to explore. Your thoughts dictate what you experience. When you get trapped in cyclical patterns of self-hate, you experience suffering.
There will always be someone to help keep you there through triggers. Therefore, your world would be the cave. When you maintain a cyclical pattern of understanding through self love and acceptance, you will create and see your waterfall. Both the waterfall and the cave exist at the exact same time. The one you experience is the one your subconscious turns to look at.
Having the awareness I do today, coupled with my experiences with spirit, is power to my ability to maintain faith and resilience, through disappointment, heartache, and ultimate pain. Remembering my experience with Grandpa Joe pulled me out of my own self inflicted prison. I achieved that by asking Clairity questions.
I chose to go on an adventure with many doors, and rabbit holes to establish the peace I have within myself. If peace is what you are establishing for yourself, then follow me on the path with Clairity. She has incredible insight to share with you.
LivWithClairity 
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