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The Healing Power of Women (read)


In the heart of every woman beats the longing to sit with her sisters, to crack open, connect deeply and share her vulnerability, her joys, fears and her dreams. In ancient times the unfettered magic of the sacred feminine flowed freely. Her abundant fertility and creative power was in harmony with the principles of nature and flourished.

For over 2000 years, the dominant paradigm in our world has been the masculine impetus. This has caused suppression and wounding of the feminine force in both women and men. With all the advances of today, women are still secondary, in decision making, in influence and in terms of their access to power. Yet, women shape the generations to come, women have tremendous creative power to generate new life, to heal communities, create peace and so much more.

While sisterhood is rising and becoming a powerful healing force, many women are still healing their own wounds. Like most women, I have had my share of feminine wounding. I come from an ancestral heritage of splintered and wounded femininity. Adopted at birth, I have a dual lineage of birth parents and adoptive parents and in both of these families there is the tremendous loss and alienation from giving up children for adoption and the rupture of the primal bond between mother and child, which is so core to wholeness and the feminine mystery.

The primal bond between mother and child is core to wholeness and the feminine mystery.The primal bond between mother and child is core to wholeness and the feminine mystery.

My own journey with sisterhood has been interesting and not always easy. But so much of my healing has been through sisters and learning to receive feminine nurturing and be present to my own femininity and power. Being adopted left me with feelings of abandonment, low self worth and trust issues. I’ve spent years restoring the dislocated feminine in myself, healing my heart and my ability to love myself and others and learning to create strong bonds and relationships. Much of this journey has been through the passage of motherhood. I have four young children, three of them daughters and with each pregnancy and birth I healed more of my own pain and disconnection from myself. I feel a sacred responsibility to initiate my daughters into sistership and to give them a legacy of whole female relationships and feminine power. Healing the female line and freeing my ancestors has been an important initiation in my life and women have been vital in supporting this journey. The more I’ve sat in circle with women over the years, shared my vulnerability and opened my heart in trust, a kind of entrainment has helped heal the wounds of abandonment.

Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. –  Helen Keller

Women are created to be together, to collaborate, to support each other, and to be a sacred community. These special moments lift the spirit and melt the heart. And science has shown that sisterhood also has wonderful benefits for women’s health.

Women are created to be together, to collaborate, to support each other, and to be a sacred community. Women are created to be together, to collaborate, to support each other, and to be a sacred community.

Ancient Sisterhood Traditions

The magic of sisterhood fills the longing for authenticity, deep connection and the expression of our wildness that was expressed so freely in ancient times. In some indigenous cultures, this tradition is still alive and increasingly it is being revived by women across the world. Traditions like the Red Tent, honouring rites of passage, healing circles, fertility rituals, and other indigenous women’s business nourished women and kept the whole tribe strong.

The Red Tent provided a place for women to recalibrate, incubate, dream, slow down and reconnect, during their moon time. This monthly cycle is far more than just a physical cycle, it is a cycle of transmutation, offering the potential for rebirth each month. It is a time of renewal and letting go.

Spiritual teacher, Eckhart Tolle has long said that the pain body is more active just before a woman menstruates. According to him your pain body is a kind of reservoir of accumulated pain, a field of negative energy. It can be both personal and collective and is made up of all the energetic residues of your pain from childhood. The pain body can either be dormant or active. When it is active it can take you over and feed on pain, which could explain the blues during or just before your period. If you approach this time with awareness you can stay present to emotions that intensify and see it as a healing opportunity to dissolve the pain body and heal past traumas.

At this moon time women would retreat together, as their cycles would be synchronised and they would sit in the tent together, being nurtured and cared for by the other women as they went through the healing process of shedding their womb. A woman is more psychic and the veil is thin between the worlds for her when she is bleeding. Taking the time to be still she can easily open to higher inspiration and dreaming at this time.

The Red Tent provided a place for women to recalibrate, incubate, dream, slow down and reconnect, during their moon time. The Red Tent provided a place for women to recalibrate, incubate, dream, slow down and reconnect, during their moon time.

“Sister, open your heart, fling your hopes high and set your dreams aloft. I am here to hold your hand.” – Maya Angelou

In the old spiritual traditions women were the keepers of the ancient wisdom. They maintained harmony and balance in the natural world and their communities. Due to their emotional openness and connection to their instinctual nature, their vision and ability to tap into higher wisdom was revered and used for the advantage of the whole community. Women’s bodies were seen as sacred alchemical vessels of creation and transformation. And in many traditions, women were the personification of the Goddess on earth, channels who could bridge the worlds with sacred rituals.

Traditional ways women kept their bonds strong were through honouring the rites of passage in a woman’s life, which were linked to her sexuality and fertility. In the Native American Tradition and many others, the onset of menstruation in a young girl was celebrated with a ceremony of huge significance that welcomed her into womanhood. These rites of passage were a major event and  to celebrate a young girl becoming a woman, or when a woman entered motherhood, as well as the passage of a woman into her crone wisdom at menopause, were shared with their sisters.

In the old spiritual traditions women were the keepers of the ancient wisdom.In the old spiritual traditions women were the keepers of the ancient wisdom.

In Indigenous cultures many of the activities of daily life were shared. Women gathered the food and cooked together, while singing and sharing. Women, like the ancient Maya, created textiles, clothes, spinning and weaving together, and were also responsible for tending to the spiritual aspects of day to day life. Australian Indigenous women cared for each other’s children, as if they were their own and the children often didn’t know which woman was their birth mother as these bonds were so close. In today’s fragmented society, some women feel alienated and alone, longing for this connection with other women that was such a natural part of everyday life.

Women also gathered in circles on the Full and New Moon for ceremony and rituals to heal and support one another. Many feminine traditions included the honouring of the earth and the Goddess. In Europe before Biblical times and the suppression of women, these traditions celebrated fertility and the power of the Divine Feminine.

In the temples of India, Egypt, Greece, Rome, Sumeria, and ancient Europe, women were taught to develop their powers of perception, intuition, and how to refine the powerful energy of emotion. They learnt how to awaken nurture and enhance their feminine gifts. Today, women are reclaiming their spiritual power and innate wisdom, creating community and taking up leadership.

Women gathered in circles on the Full and New Moon for ceremony and rituals to heal and support one another.Women gathered in circles on the Full and New Moon to heal and support one another.

So what is sisterhood?

Sisterhood is not an exclusive group, or an anti-men symposium. It is a way of being. It is a celebration of all that is gloriously and potently feminine. It is foremost a choice to be alive and luscious in your female mystery, and it is a path of the heart. There is sisterhood between friends, between a mother and a daughter, a grandmother and her grandchild, a teacher and her student. Sisterhood is a movement of kindness. It encompasses all women, no matter what their shape, nationality or beliefs. It is an energy that encompasses men too and is healing for the planet.

Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood.” Louisa May Alcott

The archetypes of the priestess, the crone, and the goddess runs deep in women, but is buried below the crushing responsibilities and daily demands women put on themselves along with the taut dictates of society: to be the perfect mother, or model wife, amazing lover, and career woman. When women come together, this falls away and they create magic, an atmosphere that is potent and transformative, and a field that is magnetic.

Sisterhood is a movement of kindness.Sisterhood is a movement of kindness.

Sacred aspects of True Sistership


The circle of life and the circle of sisters represents the innate value of each being. There is no elite, no division, but a warm acceptance of all the colours, shapes and sizes of our sisters. Sisters are different flowers from the same garden. Each is unique and important to the whole. As we appreciate and support each other in our individuality, in beauty, body shape, dreams, life choices, or parenting choices, we create incredible freedom in ourselves and others.


Sisterhood supports the expression of our full power as women. It is a supportive journey of mastery over our deep instinctual nature, our thoughts and our physicality. As we mould our inner world, we discover the power to manifest our dreams in the world around us.

The circle of life and the circle of sisters represents the innate value of each being.The circle of life and the circle of sisters represents the innate value of each being.


The feminine principle is receptive. In stillness we open to inspiration, we connect deeply with ourselves, so that we are able to hold space more deeply for our families, children, and communities.


Sisterhood is a path of honouring our sensuality, and our beauty as women, of self acceptance of whatever that form of beauty takes, and of loving the unique divine expression of our bodies and faces. We have a responsibility to care for and love ourselves. When we honour ourselves in this way, we can honour our sisters and families in a deeper way. The true nurturing potential and power of love is free to flow to everyone when it comes from a well of potent and integral love for yourself.

When we honour ourselves in this way, we can honour our sisters and families in a deeper way.When we honour ourselves in this way, we can honour our sisters and families in a deeper way.


In each womb, there lies the creative potential of the universe. While we have the ability to birth new life, women also have the capacity to bring their dreams to life out in the world. We have a sacred responsibility to express this creativity, be it through creating a family, a connected community, harmony, works of art, dance, music or anything of beauty. When we create we keep our feminine energy balanced and the unfettered flow of creative expression stems the tide of competition, jealousy and comparison with others. It ensures our relationships with our sisters are alive and happy and our creative urges are fulfilled.

Now more than ever these sacred principles are needed if women are to shine and impact the world around us.

Our own family trees are filled with teaching situations and with tragic examples that may have blinded our own Ancestors to the values of truth as it is found in love. Now, the destiny of wholeness of the human race falls to the Sisterhood because all things are born of woman.

When women are no longer lost, asking others to tell them what they should do or how they should live, there will be great changes in our world. This is not to say that the friendships and bonds of women are not to be used; on the contrary, the support of other women who have walked the same path is paramount. – Jami Sams, The Thirteen Original Clan Mothers

For our world to heal, each woman needs to rediscover herself, find her light and shine it out into the world. We need to guide each other home and now is the time.

By Azriel ReShel

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The wounded healer – how we can find meaning in suffering


We are all wounded just by being born into a physical body, we experience our first form of separation. The separation from the spiritual realms where we once came from and so long to return to – some of us for a lifetime.

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Friedrich Nietzsche stated in one of his quotes: To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.” and the wounded healer knows what that means.

Yes, we all are wounded and the older we get the bigger the wounds and deeper the scars. There is no way around making experiences which are accompanied by the pain of realization. The realization that things not always the way we thought they would be. That people are not always what they seem to be. And that growing older and ageing is not only a physical process but also a mental and emotional one. Within these experiences we will discover the feelings of separation, abandonment, isolation, betrayal, abuse and it will leave us, speechless, heartbroken and doubting ourselves. We might sometimes wonder how much we still able to take on? How much more pain we can cope with?

Why do we need to go through all this? Why?

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Often we are unable to find any answers, all we have is the pain that penetrates deep down into our hearts and souls. We lose ourselves in a spiral of questioning, doubting and not knowing what to do. The only solution to finally avoid the pain, is to avoid life we think. Once we do so, we start to lose ourselves in drugs, work, opinions, convictions, any kind of addictions and very often even in others. As long as it numbs the pain we welcome any distraction that is offered to us.

The more we experience the more we build a wall around our hearts, souls and bodies. Day by day the wall gets a bit taller, a bit tighter just to make sure that the next time we won’t get too much hurt again.

But we totally forget that the bricks we use for building our walls are made of disappointment, hurt, distrust, fear, doubts and misunderstanding. All these things we so desperately would like to get rid off, are clinging to us like a child to its mother. We are convinced that life is hard, painful and full of suffering. This is often all we see.

And while we spend our lives in jobs we don’t like, relationships that are non-supportive or even toxic, running after the false values like status and money, we pretend to be fine. We hold on because of fear and we are far too scared to do only one step into the unknown. Slowly but steady our suppressed emotions will find ways to express itself in physical, mental or emotional issues and illness. The symptoms are clear, we are angry, fed up, tired, exhausted, we are burnt out we are ready to give up.

We all will experience such a point in our lives, some of us even more than once.

The wounded healer awakens

In the midst of crisis, lies great opportunities”

– Albert Einstein

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This is true, if we only could see it as such but that is probably the hardest part. We might got hurt by the realization that life is not what we thought it would be and within this there lies an ocean of opportunities. Great opportunities to see life from a different perspective. But it lies alone in our very own responsibility if we hold on to our past memories and build our wall full of frustration and pain. Or we might explore a chance that whatever hurt us can be released if we allow it to do so. What if we discover that we might shaped and formed by our past but we can transform ourselves in the present moment and therefore build a brighter future. This is the path of the wounded healer – this might the path of all of us. Rather then avoiding the pain, the uncomfortable feeling of suffering and turn it into a force of transformation. For ourselves and others.

Once we decide to look within and honestly allow anything that resides there to stay. Just for the moment we will accept that people disappointed us, that life did hurt us. Only for now we try not to run away but take a deep breath and accept whatever is. Healing takes place. The moment we stop to change things or make them undone we align ourselves with their existence and they will transform.

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The moment you accept who you are – totally – and fully with all your flaws, weaknesses and insecurities – you will transform.

Let the pain become your friend, let it sit with you at the table, let it be painful.

But most important of all – don’t run away from it.

Once you sat in and with your pain, once you accepted its existence, once you treated it as a friend it will start talking to you.

It will tell you a lot of things. Who has caused it, where, when, how and suddenly it all comes to the surface again. Like a movie the scenes are flickering in the blink of an eye and you can feel it deep down in your heart. It hurts.

Maybe even after years and years, once you befriend yourself with your pain it seems like yesterday. It burns and turns, it screams and shouts, it rages and fights. Like a fire, it will burn everything into your conscious mind.

And all you have to do is to hold the torch while you walk through the dark, knowing you will survive.

The healing journey

The wounded healer longs for this journey all his life because he/she has not forgotten about his origin. Deep within his/her soul he/she knows that life maybe is suffering but at the same time – life is the healer.

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Once we have awaken to realize that everything is made of energy and that is what we truly are, we finally will find direction. We will follow the call which is pulling us away from any concepts created by man. We will start out searching for answers, understanding and might along the way we will come across the truth.

Suddenly we will clearly see how everything is connected with everything, that coincidences don’t exist and we create our own reality. We will understand that attachment is not only a word but an energetic string we need to release if we want to be free. Free from the past and all we learnt and still hold on to. Letting go of our educated minds and the fixed ideas how life supposed to be. We will set out on a journey that will bring us back to the point where we once started. We have to walk through old pain and suffering again only to learn how to let it go.

Along the way we will deeper and deeper discover the truth that has always been hidden within us. We will seek out the right people at the right time, we will learn that our heart needs to be cracked open again so we can overcome fears, face our demons and sit with our pain.

We will ask to try new things, open our minds, start all over again so we can finally transform and heal. From the concept we carried with us for far too long. Layer after layer we let go of what was has been and welcome the new. Our journey from the dark will constantly lead to the light.

More and more we will understand the power within and the power on the outside. We will embrace the meaning of change and the importance of being honest with ourselves. The more clarity we seek the more we will find what we been asking for. Till we one day, resurrect under all the broken pieces and rise from the ground like the phoenix from the ashes.

From suffering to spiritual meaning

Once we made it all the way and we explored our own suffering and pain we are ready for the next step. We survived, we have gone through it, we transformed. Here we stand, naked in our very own truth, knowing what it means to heal oneself – we finally ready to heal others.

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The wounded healers path is the path of transformation, of self realisation and exploration. Once we have integrated what we left out for far too long we will find peace. Once we faced what we suppressed and we appreciated what we first denied, we are there. Able to sit with our own pain, we are able to sit with the pain of others. Able to name our own wounds, we are finally able to name the wounds of others.

This is how we return where we once started, finally we remember who we really are. We transformed our suffering into understanding. And by assisting others to heal we will experience the meaning of our own suffering. The wounded healer turned his/her wound of separation into the healing power of compassion and the emptiness has transformed into the abundance of opportunities to seek for integration.

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Medium – Healer – Soulactivist

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Your universe by Julie Jurgan

Stop looking for answers

How long have been you been looking for answers? How many days have you wasted with questioning? How many times have you been doubting yourself?

How many times did you go outside and returned with empty hands? Warming your skin on the fire of confusion? Looking for shelter under the roof of comfort.

How many days have you walked in the rain of desperation? Followed by the shadows of the past? Creeping up on you like memories from a long time ago?

How many nights have you laid wide awake in your bed? Starring into the nothingness of your room while bathing in your own vulnerability?

How far have you travelled just to reach a place where they teach you the lesson of experience? How brave have you been in the exploration of your very own self?

How often have you looked into the mirror and asked yourself – who have I become?

How many traces have you left on the beaches of time? When you crawled down into the insecurity of your very own existence?

How often my friend have you questioned your gift? How often do you keep me asking the same old questions?

When my friend will you finally realize – all that was given to you – is exactly what you were made for. The suffering makes you stronger, the pain makes you softer, the love opens your heart and the joy should bring tears to your eyes.

This is your life. Keep on going. Keep on fighting. Keep on breathing.

Keep on pushing forwards till your knees get weak and your mind gets weary. Let me then take over and carry you the last bit of the way. Let the pressure bring you down on the very ground of life. Taste what it feels like to have nothing – so I can give you everything.

Let me in. Let me show you what it means to be born – to let go – to gain – to lose. Let me show what depth we can reach before we touch the sky.

Let me shed your skin – so your wings can grow – and you can fly

Let me be your wind. Let me be your ocean. Let me teach you how to connect with all that is.

Let me push and safe you. Let lose and let me touch you.

Let me show you – how stars are born.

With love,

Your Universe

Julie Jurgan is a medium, healer and Soulactivist. She offers One-to-One Sessions ( Readings & Meditations) via Skype and in person. Her healing sessions are available in person as well as via distance. Her healing sessions are powerful and transforming.

If you would like to get in touch with Julie about her Readings or Healing work or you have any other questions please send an email to julie@blossomofthesoul.org


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Spirit Science 23 ~ The Sacred Geometry Movie (watch)

Sacred geometry ascribes symbolic and sacred meanings to certain geometric shapes and certain geometric proportions.[1] It is associated with the belief that God is the geometer of the world. The geometry used in the design and construction of religious structures such as churches, temples, mosques, religious monuments, altars, and tabernacles has sometimes been considered sacred. The concept applies also to sacred spaces such as temenoi, sacred groves, village greens and holy wells, and the creation of religious art. ( – wikipedia 2016)


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Julie – Home (Inspirational Short Story)

The train slowly ran into the station while the raindrops kept falling down from the sky like the last day on earth has just arrived. I’m hesitating in trying to reach the door when an old saying from John Gray came to my mind: „We only part to meet again“.
Now I know, what John wanted to say with this. Lost in thought, I opened the door and felt this clumsy loneliness crawling up my back. It has been a while since my last visit, time doesn’t wait for anyone and I have been so busy myself.

There was no choice about today, if I would like to go or not. I had to even the pain inside my chest is incredible. I try to surppress all that I am feeling while I ran down the stairs. my feelings while. I remember every single step as if it has been just yesterday when I used to rush on my way to work.
Today, I can take my time. Time now has a different meaning to me. It doesn’ t rinse through my fingers like sand. Nothing I need to accomplish anymore, nothing for me to worry about. The basics just slowed me down and allow them to do so. Far to long I was heading in the wrong direction without even knowing it. I might felt something but I didn’t wanted to know, I just wanted to do what I thought needed to be done.

The moment I reach the basement floor I am able to sense the course of time and for the glimpse of a moment I am there again. Things have changed, I have changed and everything will forever change. The walls are renovated and full of flaggings now, there is an elevator and the trees had to disappear because of a bicycle rack.
Life is always about improvements, the old needs to go to make space for the new this is what they taught me. And I believed them till today. I believed in things so easily without questioning them that I am not sure anymore if this is the right way. „The modern time has arrived and asked me to come back here again!“
The dawn of a new day just laid in front of me, somewhere, a dog is barking and there are just a few cars running on the street.

The church bell rang for the full hour and I am curious looking around, astonished about the place I once have known. Everything has changed, where there was grassland, big new houses appeared, nearly palaces. Huge cars are parking in their gateways. Shallow lights shimmering through the windows and families are sitting at the tables and having breakfast in the comfy of their own home.

Family, I remember that feeling of belonging somewhere. Loving so deeply that it nearly hurts and parting away when things suddenly change. It is the course of time they say, children grow up, leave the house, you change yourself over there years and suddenly you wake up and wonder where all the time has gone?

I lose myself in memories of old days, stories from the past a time that I used to know. But there are still things that somehow seem never to change. They have been there for hundreds of years and might be there for the next centuries. I almost reached the church with its gentle silence enthroning on the top of the hill.
I take a deep breath as if I would greet an old friend. We humans are so vulnerable in the fading of time, we need to have these stability. Something to hold on to, something that does not change while everything around us is forever changing.
For a short moment I need to close my eyes and feel deep what is inside of me and it seemed as it were yesterday when I left this world. My feet feel heavy and every step feels like more resisting than the one before. I hesitate, because I can see all the people standing there. Im reminded on all that pain, the emptiness, all this fighting, the misunderstanding because they are unable to see the truth.

Covered in black, hiding their faces behind tears of anger, fear and desperation. Trying to understand and to let go. I can hear their whimper, their supplication and I feel so helpless. Slowly step by step I get closer to the graveyard. It has been such a long time, since I was here last. Even I didn’t understand what was going on at that time. But today, I know, the truth lies behind the world unseen. But even if people would open their eyes they wouldn’t believe me. Sometimes we need to experience and then we know. What should I tell them?
There, I can see him, standing at the back, looking at the process from a distance. His eyes are glacing and I know exactly what he feels. I have been there, I have done that. It takes some time to realize, to accept and to see the truth behind all this drama. He is confused and doesn’t understand how quick things can change, from one second to the other. Here today, gone tomorrow. That is the way of life. But even how hard we try to understand, will we ever be able accept or even welcome it?

I can feel his sorrow, because he knows that he has caused all this pain. People are crying just because of him. I don’t want to scare him, gently I try to find my way. It has been a while since we last met and I am not sure about his reaction. Every single step felt to me like an endless echo in eternity without knowing if he would understand. I try to calm myself down, I tend to overthink stuff and I have never done that before. Suddenly he turns around and looked at me with fear in his eyes. I’m trying to smile and hide my true feelings, as if our meeting would not be something strange.

“Dear God, how much I missed him and now he stands in front of me!” I do not know if I should laugh or cry. There is so much he does not know yet, there is so much to learn.
And I wish I could hold this moment forever, my dearest son.

„Hello“ I am trying to sound relaxed, while my thoughts are turning upside down.

He looked at me, as he could just look right through me.

„Dad?“ he paused for a moment as if there was anything to hold on to „But I don´t understand…You…are….“ I can feel his confusion and understand him so very well, it was the same feeling I had, when it happened to me.

„I know my son…please don´t have any fear“
Confused and desperate he starred at the funeral party as they would make a silly joke.

„But Dad…how can all this be?“ his voice was shaking.

„Dad…I don´t understand all this…you are gone…for such a long time…you are…“ he didn’t come any further and bursted in tears. I put my arms around him and whispered in his ear.


He nodded ashamed as if death was something better not to talk about. My eyes looked at the funeral party and at the mourners. I was able see my beloved Marie, we were together for over 30 years. I never loved someone more than her she was my everything, the one I wanted to grow old with. But she had to let me go and I still don’t know how she was able to keep on living. I couldn’t go on like this. When I was diagnosed with cancer, she was the one who kept strong and positive no matter how I felt. She was there when I wanted to dissappear. I caused her so much pain and wasted so many years of her life. We were so young and it seemed not fair. But there is always a bigger plan which we often don’t know about. Things happen out of our control, out of the area of understanding and acceptance. Sometimes it seems things happen for no reason. During those times we reach the point of your own helplessness, which makes us humans and so vulnerable. Today, I am standing here on the other side, at the grave of my own son. And it is painful for me as well, because I can´t tell my bereaved wife the truth. How brave she looks as she can carry all this pain on her shoulders. First I had to go, now it is our son, why is life so hard sometimes?

„Dad! I don’t understand. Is that just a dream?“ his voice was still shaking.

„My dear son….“ helplessly I fished for the right words. „Can you remember what happened? I mean, do you remember the accident you had?“

He squint his eyes.

„Yes…yes..I do. I was driving the motorbike…suddenly it started to rain….I tried to reduce speed and thought I could go around the bend….and…this wonderful light…I could not see…“ he stopped.

For a very short moment everything was covered in silence, a silence which makes you feel that something is missing. A silence in which you suddenly understand, realize before the truth hits you with all its pain.

„You crashed into the bend….“
He nod guilty. „Everything happened so quick and…but….it did not hurt, Dad! I can remember the ambulance taking me to the hospital. And I can see Mum, she was crying while she was sitting next to me…I am so sorry. I tried to hug her, but it did not work. I was not able to reach out to her…Dad? What is this all about?“

„Well, you are on the other side now.“

„Other side?“ he replied „What you mean with other side?“

„My son, you are dead.“

I could feel the devastation in his voice „I am dead? But I am still here…I don’t understand, Dad!“

I smiled gently „You are still here, because your soul can not die. You just entered the spiritual dimension, the Spiritual World“

„Really? What is the spiritual dimension? And why has no one told me that before?“

„The Spiritual World is the Dimension you enter, when you leave your material body. Your soul is immortal. You can remember everything that happened here down on earth, everything is stored in your consciousness. Your soul is your immortal consciousness. And most of the people do not know about that. Even I had to learn this new truth, when I left this world.“

I paused for a moment „My dear son, can you remember the day I left this world? When you walked home with Mum and you were talking about me? When you entered your room at home and you talked to me, how much you missed me and you wished me farewell?“

He´s starred at me „Yes…of course…!“

„Can you remember the small bird, sitting outside on the tree and singing that wonderful song. You just opened the window and listen to him and suddenly a warm breeze was fondling your face?“


„Yes, it was me, telling you, that I am fine! I never left you my son, I have always been with you. As my soul is still alive and so is yours.“

He smiled at me and I felt a huge burden falling off his heart. „Is this heaven, Dad?“ his eyes were sparkling.

I kissed him on his forehead, embracing my wings around him: „It is so much more! Come my son, I will take you home“

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