(Disclaimer: Some names have been changed to protect their privacy. Mature subject matter. Reader’s discretion is advised. 18+)
As I look back in hindsight, I recognize the reason I only met my great aunt Mary that one time in my bedroom back when I was eighteen. Meeting Mary was the best way for me to identify the validity of my “dream” experience. My spirit ancestors knew I would tell my mum. They also knew I wasn’t going to 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 most important reason for meeting Mary that night. My aunt Mary was my source of validation.
I had later learned Grandpa Joe was my dad’s great great grandfather. The woman who had been standing in front of my closet was my dad’s great 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 safe and at fully at ease with him, always.
With that, an urge to go toward him came over me instantly 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.
Grandpa Joe would instruct me to close my eyes whilst he placed the palm of his hand a couple of inches from my face.
“Close your eyes dear”
The energy I felt was similar to when you close your eyes and can sense a person extremely close to you. Can you identify that sensation? Same thing. Grandpa Joe 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 my blocked 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 any clouds. The sky was a perfect soft pale blue. Everything that I had looked at was extremely bright yet, the light didn’t hurt my eyes. I have sensitive eyes. I wear sunglasses often.
Once I had adjusted to my new surroundings, Grandpa Joe led me forward on the cobblestone road we were standing on. As we walked further on, 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 we continued to walk, or should I say glide, since I didn’t feel my feet hit the ground, I looked to my left, just past my Grandpa Joe.
“What’s that over there?” I asked. I was in a trance like state with what I was seeing.
When I asked Grandpa Joe this question, I was referring to a grand building with several wide steps, four massive tall 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 would find in Europe, in particular, Italy. The cobblestone reminded me of some areas in England that I had visited in my past.
Grandpa Joe responded to my curiosity without looking my way.
“That’s the library dear. We are not going there today.”
“okay, Grandpa”.
We kept on walking forward until something caught my eye. What had caught my eye had caused me to gasp loudly. It was a magnificent waterfall cascading over a cliff. I could see gorgeous colors glistening like a forecent rainbow in the sky. It was mesmerizing.
“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. There was no sound that I could hear as the water came crashing onto the bed of water below, only the sight of the mist’s spray. I could see intricate details of several water droplets. It was like I was standing in a symphony of color without hearing a sound. It was absolutely stunning.
“Yes, it is”, Grandpa Joe agreed. With a slight affirmative nod. “Now look over there.”
Grandpa Joe extended his right arm straight out past me. Then he pointed his index finger in the direction off to my 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 horrible emotion you could possibly 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 in which to see. I could feel water droplets dripping down the rock wall behind me. I rocked back and forth in a tight fetal position, seated upright. I was lost and alone.
I screamed as loud as I could. “Please make it stop! Please make it stop! Grandpa!!”
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 in front of the waterfall. Beside Grandpa Joe.
“Why did you show me that?! That was horrible!” I was in horror.
Grandpa Joe in his loving and 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 around, 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 to make. Now close your eyes dear.”
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 bedroom.
I didn’t really fully grasp what it was my Grandpa Joe was saying to me back in 1992. What I had taken from that experience was that there is far more to this life than this earthly experience. I had come to fully understand Grandpa Joe’s powerful message after two divorces and several cave diving excursions. I dived into that cave head first on more than one occasion. I almost decorated it and called it home for Pete’s sake. I bet you have found yourself inside a mental cave as well. It’s no fun. It’s hell.
You are here to experience yourself within denser energy, within all that is, and for the purpose of developing your awareness thorough evolution. Every experience you have offers light and dark aspects to it. It is for this reason, there is always more than one way to perceive something. Your own perception determines if you visit a mental hell or if you visit a mental heaven. A small change in perspective releases you. Release your tears to see a waterfall. Hold your tears to drown in a cave. This choice is truly yours to make.
You were born from darkness. You are both light and dark. Your consciousness has many layers, over many incredible 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 perception. Which then helps you define who you are, and assert what it is you wish to explore in this lifetime. Your thoughts dictate what you experience. When you “choose” to trap yourself in painful life cycles of self-hate, you experience suffering. You experience your cave.
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 that I do today, along with experiences with spirit, is added power in my ability to maintain faith and strong resilience through disappointment, heartache, and betrayal. Remembering my experience with Grandpa Joe pulled me out of my own self inflicted prison. I achieved that by asking questions inside my mind.
I chose to go on an adventure with many doors and rabbit holes to establish peace within myself. If peace is what you choose to establish yourself, then follow me on this path with Clairity. They have both insightful knowledge to share with you.
LivWithClairity 
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