I told of a spirit rescue in one of my earlier stories concerning my dear brother in-law, well here is another which I feel you may enjoy. Also please know that I offer these stories NOT for my benefit, but for the benefit of the reader who wants to know a little more!
Born Giovanni di Pietro di Bernardone, or better known to the world as Saint Francis of Assisi. This was my very first acquaintance with him, as many more soon followed.
This took place on a Tuesday night in the meditation room of my brothers home in 2007. We, my brother and I have for quite some years now been sitting once a week where we are constantly amazed of the good fortune we are given from those whom we meet from the spirit realms. I say realms only because there are many that come from multitudes of different levels of existence, and there are some who are still living in the physical but in another dimension of time and space. The privilege that is given us is NEVER taken for granted nor are the words they enlighten us with.
This story is to do with a lost soul; the question may arise in some minds, why not those in spirit attempt the rescue themselves, being that the person in question has already died and no longer connected to the physical. Lost souls are very close to the earth level, their mind is still connected heavily with the physical plane and that of their last memory before a sudden death overtakes them, as they do not know they have died. (This I have mentioned in an earlier post).
Because of this, it’s much easier for a human living in the physical with all the trappings and vibrations of being attached to the earth to make better contact. I have been told those in spirit try very hard to break through the barriers of ‘thought’ created by those lost. Quite diligently (they say); we try many times to break through the walls which the mind creates only to fail at every attempt. Fear or confusion of mind at the time of death blocks all efforts from those trying to help. All we can do is wait for the right opportunity, or to get some assistance from those still connected to the physical body.
Eventually sooner or later those lost do succumb to our attempts but it may take time. Its only when the mind of a lost soul begins to recount their last moments before death that an opportunity opens for others (spirit) to intervene, and in some cases a soul can remain caught between worlds for centuries, but of course time there is much different to that in the physical. This is why rescue work is vital (they say). If we (humans) are genuinely willing to sacrifice a little of our time by learning how to give of ourselves for the benefit of helping those lost, then spirit will help us with the fine tuning.
As for myself; I do not pretend to know everything on such matters, only in what I have learned, which is very little. There is not one person in the world (spirit says) who is “never” given a wonderful chance at an opportunity to help another, whether it be in physical or in spirit. Here, one can give of themselves to be used as an instrument, where spirit can use and direct in doing some good whether its rescue work or some other. And many times throughout our lives we (are) directed in some way by spirit for our own good, or for someone else and never are we consciously aware of it at the time.
This night while drifting into meditation I glanced a face with a Friar’s haircut. You know the style, a bowl hair-cut shaven on top. The face had a golden radiance exuding from it. I then realised this was no ordinary friar but one who long ago when on earth lived according to the ways of God, and who was later canonized in sainthood by the Catholic church.
I was holding the vision of St Francis who we know to be the patron Saint of animals. But later I was to discover that he is so much more than this. He looked at me in a most loving way that made me feel very humbled, for he showed only love and compassion in the gentle look he gave.
As his name flashed through my mind his face lit up more so in smile. There were no words spoken but only empathy, which in itself were much greater than words could ever express. As I filled my vision with this wonderful man he then moved to the side to reveal a large open oval area of trodden brown dirt. Surrounding this area were many trees and shrubs of a very low level of colour, in fact the colour itself seemed to be washed out. There were only faint greys and browns with just a slight hint of green, and that to was barely visible.
I didn’t like this place, it felt incomplete somehow and it made me very uncomfortable. Even the leaves on the trees were totally diluted of colour, and it seemed everything was in draught condition, no growth, absent of beauty and life. As I looked around I felt this place was used for violent activity. This whole opening of ground seemed to be a location where once fierce fighting took place, as that thought entered my mind I then knew this area was a chosen location where knights who were challenged met and fought. Some surrendered to the better while others continued their fighting till the death. This was the place where knights would either test each other’s ability or where grudges were violently dealt with.
This information was filling my mind as I continued scanning the area. The more I stayed in that vibration the more information I received. I then began to comprehend why this area looked the way it did. ‘IT WAS NOT REAL’ – it was a creation of thought only. This place was the last thing the knight remembered. When his death came suddenly he held onto the memory of this location which created a world of materialized thought. This is the reason why it looked so gloomy and void of all life and colour.
Sitting in the centre of this large open area was a large rock, and sitting on the rock was the knight himself. He wore a sleeveless white tunic with a big red cross on the front. Beneath his tunic he wore loose metal mesh covering his upper and lower body. As I watched him I noticed he would only sit for brief moments at a time, then without warning he would abruptly jump to his feet rubbing his hands over his head and face as if trying to bring back to memory of something lost. I felt as if I was physically there, my consciousness was now in another time of existence, another dimension. Then it dawned on me, this knight was caught up in a time warp of some sort. The spot where he sits is the very same spot where he had died. He was caught in a dimension where time literally stands still, and here he has been for centuries. I then thought of St Francis and knew that it was he who brought me here for the sole purpose in helping the knight. I have learned with all rescues one must first earn their trust, and this was no exception. This was an incredible dimension where I did feel I was going to have trouble getting through to him.
If I could get his attention in having him listen to my words, then he may start to realise there maybe something to what I say. As soon as he realises this then the walls of thought may start to thin allowing those in spirit who are near to enter. The knight could not break loose from the circle of where he sat, he could not move beyond this ground, he was trapped within it by his own making, in fact, he became his own jailer caused by his own mind and the confusion showed heavily on his face.
Then I spoke, “Hello friend, it seems like you are in some need of help, can I assist in some way.” He looked at me with some astonishment as if trying to fathom where I had come from. Again I asked; “Do you need some help.”
“YES,” he answered loudly. I’m not sure what has happened, I can’t seem to be able to leave this place. It’s very strange (he said) – if I walk to the end of this ground I seem to be back where I started, right next to this rock and I just don’t understand. (For those who are reading this, the knight was a Frenchman, we both understood each other’s language perfectly. Languages and dialects are only governed when on earth in the physical. There are no barriers when communicating by thought, even though he was speaking with words from his mouth, thought comes before words. Also because this did occur a few years ago I can’t bring fully to mind all that was said as it was not documented at the time.)
After we both held a conversation for some minutes where he became more relaxed and more confident in himself, he then said: I’M DEAD AREN’T I.
I was very pleased that (HE) said this on his own accord, otherwise it was going to be up to me in having to enlighten him of the fact.
“Yes you are, I replied. I have come to help you, you have been here for a long time.” The knight told me he has been thinking on this possibility (death) for some time, but just couldn’t accept it because he still had his body as there was nothing missing from it, it was all intact. I told him how he was caught up in a dimension of his own making which keeps him from moving outside of it, and prevents others from entering to give aid. He then asked me what did I mean by dimension; I explained as good as I could by telling him he was caught between two worlds, the world which is earth and the one where we go after death.
“You my friend (I said) are caught in the middle by your own making. Here you will remain only until you accept the truth of your death. Now that you have decided that I am speaking truth, you can now move on to a much more beautiful place, I can show you how to do this if you want.”
I could see he still was a little hesitant though, and because of this, instantly from nowhere (3) knights appeared. In my mind I was given who they were. I then said,”Your 3 comrades in arms have just arrived.”
He turned in search of his friends but couldn’t see them. One of the (3) knights had full armour on, sitting on top of his helmet was one large feather. When I mentioned the feather the lost knight jumped to his feet. It was the “feather” he remembered of his dear friend that seemed to break him loose from the entrapment of his mind. His confusion and bewilderment which was clearly visible on his face earlier was now rapidly diminishing.
His (3) friends were now quite visible and with fascination I watched as they laughed and hugged each other. Then they turned and walked off together laughing and talking till they faded from my vision.
Usually I create a doorway by thought, or a doorway of light opens by spirit themselves where their loved ones and friends all stand waiting with smiling faces and opened arms. But not this time, as they walked off they became finer and finer in appearance till they faded completely.
I give this in story form so it’s more easily grasped by minds, never do I make up but give it in the best possible detail as it happened.
As for St Francis, he is one of many who grants us visitations by raising the vibrations in our meditation room. There we are able to learn much of ourselves along with many other wonderful (and) incredible things.
Author: Rev. Wayne E Farquhar, www.illawarraceremonies.com
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