One of the good books I read was Suzane Northrop’s “Everything Happens For A Reason” (2002). She says that every joy, hurt, love and loss happens for a reason. In this book Suzane Northrop who has been a trance medium for about 35 years talks about how the choices we make – before birth, during life, and even after death affect not only our own lives but also those people we love.
She says that it is the job of the souls who have gone before to ease the passage of those who go after them. At the same time it is also their job to maintain their contact with us on the earth to help us through our grief and to move on with the rest of our journey. Given below is an extract in which she relates a case in which our departed loved ones are never alone and neither are we:-
There was a woman, Daria, who came to I one of my séances. A group of about eight people were in attendance that evening. I had been delivering messages for about half an hour when all of a sudden two large dogs appeared and walked over by her. With them, I saw a very handsome young man and he wanted his presence to be known by this woman. I spoke, acknowledging that he was there behind her with the dogs. I told her I was feeling uncomfortably warm and said that the young man’s name began with or had something like a “D” or “L” or “DL.”
Her eyes widened as she looked at me. I asked if she recognized who this might be. “Daniel,” she said and burst into tears. I told her that Daniel wanted her to know he was there, he loved her, and he was fine, happy, and well. It was important for him that she knew the two dogs were there also.
After a few moments, Daria was able to compose herself and began to share with the group her story. It seems that Daniel was 24 years old and lived in another city. He was her favourite son and had decided to move to a different location in order to have a better opportunity for his chosen field of work. He had obtained a small old house and therefore took along his two beloved pet boxers to live with him and provide company.
One night as Daniel slept, due to faulty wiring and a space heater, the old house caught fire and burned to the ground. Neither Daniel nor the dogs made it out. This had been a horrifying loss for Daria. Tragic and sudden. No opportunity for closure. This being her favourite child, she had had a terrible time moving past the grief. She often wondered how it must have been for him to die that way and wondered if he had struggled, or even awakened. The only thing she knew was that the firefighters had told her about something they thought was unusual when they were fjnally able to recover the body.
When they began clearing their way through the rubble, at first they thought they had only found two dogs huddled together, they were so badly burned. Yet, as they began to pull them away, underneath they found Daniel’s body. It appeared the dogs had covered him trying to protect him. They could have tried to get away but for some reason they stayed. Now they were here with Daniel to let his mom know he was okay, and not alone. That she could move on.
Now who’s to say whether Daniel or the dogs passed over first, and who might have helped them all over. What this story confirms for me is that we are never alone, whether it is in the dying process or the crossing over process.
I don’t know about you, but this gives me some comfort beyond just being a touching and heart warming story. It made me think about when multipIe deaths happen, and we have surely experienced that magnified recently with the tragic events of September 11, here in the United States. This was a massive passing over that none of us will ever forget. What came to mind is that quite possibly there were many of those that died who were helping the others over. It’s like this vision of many hands reaching out to create a bridge to the other side.