psychics, singing, love and light
Earlier this month, I saw the medium, Tyler Henry. I’ve been to psychics and mediums for readings before and loved every minute. But never have I been to anything like this with hundreds of people listening attentively while a famous psychic on a stage picks people out of a crowd to tell them a message from a deceased love one.
Tyler, if you haven’t seen him on Netflix yet, is an extremely lovable, gifted, and wise 29-year-old angel. He has had this gift of communicating with the dead since he was a 10-year-old boy living in a rural part of inland California. Listening to him share insights about what he has learned was mesmerizing and at times, mind blowing. Sometimes I felt skeptical but my soul recognized his experience as true and real. I didn’t want to forget what he said so I took a few notes on my phone.
The most memorable take aways from the evening for me were:
Our thoughts and feelings are not us. We are awareness.
Consciousness evolves over time and consciousness transcends physical death.
Our loved ones never leave, they are right here. They are loving awareness and always sending their support and unconditional love our way. We can talk to them.
Our loved ones want to be remembered for how they lived, not how they died.
Our interests are indicators of our calling.
When we die, we have a life review and witness how our positive actions ripple outward. We see the many lives we have touched with our kindness and compassion.
Leaving the concert hall that night, I was in awe. I felt electric energy swirling all around me. Wading through the crowd and the chatter, I found myself thinking, “What just happened?” I felt gratitude and a sense of solace knowing that no matter what, we’re okay. And that somehow, we will be okay even if it doesn’t feel that way right now.
At one point in the evening, I looked down at my phone and in the middle of his talk, noticed two ghost emojis at the top of my notes. I did not put them there. Maybe some loved ones were having fun with me? It gave me pause and made me smile.
I returned to the same theatre to see Cynthia Erivo a week later with my 9-year-old daughter and was mesmerized once again. This time because of the sheer power and brilliance of Cynthia’s Erivo’s voice. Watching her slink around that stage – it was as if she was not entirely of this earth. She was so magical and her voice sparkling, big, and stunning.
Listening to her belt out songs that I love that my mom introduced me to like I put a spell on you by Nina Simone and At Last by Etta James, brought tears to my eyes. My mom would have loved it. Actually, my mom did love it.
It was a transcendent evening.
And thinking about it now, I realize that I often cry not because of sorrow but because of awe. I cried that night because it was special to be with my daughter and her grandparents and even though my parents weren’t there physically, I felt their joy.
I feel it when I’m happy and it touches me in a way, in a knowing place that is hard to put into words. But in a way that leads me to believe that Tyler Henry knows exactly what he’s talking about.
Recently over coffee, a friend told me that when her dad died, she was sad of course but that she mostly felt okay. And one of the reasons why she thinks this is so, is because her father even though he was young when he died, kept reminding her and her sisters that he was okay, that he had lived a beautiful life, and that he was so grateful for all that he had, not what he would be missing. That kind of love doesn’t go away. It keeps showing up and showering us from behind in many miraculous, and mysterious ways.
I know it’s been a sad week. And I know that we have to keep trudging forward in and towards the light. That we have to try hard to keep peace in our hearts and when we feel white hot anger, to allow it, accept it, give it some space to be and to breathe. Then as hard as it may feel, we have to choose peace, compassion, and kindness. Because I believe only when the hope in our heart is greater than the hate, will things change.