Mum in the Summerland

Mum passed to Spirit in the early hours of December 2nd, 2015. She lingered in her room in the Nursing Home for a bit, confused. It seemed familiar with all her things around, but when she saw her lifeless body on the bed she thought of me, and, without knowing how, found herself briefly in my bedroom. I saw her for a second as a bright ball of light right above the area where George had passed to Spirit over 24 years before.

She then passed over to the Summerland where her family welcomed her, including the son who was stillborn, now grown in Spirit to ‘a fine young man… very attractive and of a good nature’. She didn’t need much rest at first and was ready to go almost immediately. She asked for a cup of tea and a fag, but after having these, later on she didn’t desire them anymore. She found much to see and do and is living with her parents in a place with a lovely garden. It’s in a kind of village.

She met her former husband, my father, ‘Herky’, and he apologized to her for the way he treated her during their shortish marriage. She was pleased to see him and his sister Athena and brother Filaktis. She met my best schoolfriend, who passed to Spirit at the age of 14 on my 15th birthday, Michael Zacek. She said he’s now a fine young man too. She mentioned my paternal grandmother Ellen (or Eleni/Helen) who sent her love to me, though we only met once on Earth and didn’t speak each other’s language.

Mum keeps her eye on me and knows what’s happening. With help she acted to stop me going around places we went together almost daily a few days after she passed over. She was concerned not only was it too soon, but the weather was too cold and windy. She saw me making a stew the weekend after she passed. She was with me over a month later, January 20th, 2016, when I visited Battersea Park for the first time since she passed over, which was a bit traumatic for me.

She finds it marvelous to feel light as a feather, free from any pain and able to go wherever she wants, not confined to bed or a wheelchair as in her last few months on Earth. Food made her feel sick those last few weeks, she said, which is why she stopped eating. She said she’ll always be near me, allowing me my moments of privacy of course, and she loves the memorial to her I’ve made of the corner cupboard which was a Great Aunt’s and was in all mum’s homes since I was born. She liked the lilies behind her picture a neighbor gave me, but says flowers weren’t necessary for her funeral apart from the token arrangement my brother and I had ordered, and even that wasn’t necessary (she later made sure it didn’t get delivered!)

She told me it’s beautiful over there with so much to see and do. She wonders why she lingered on so long on Earth in that miserable condition, unable to do anything for herself the last few months in the Nursing Home because of her mobility problems. She hung on as she didn’t want to leave me alone, but when I said on that last day before she passed that I’d be OK, she felt free to move on.

She continues to send signs that she’s still around and watching – certain significant pictures falling from the collage wall which conveyed a message, an apport of a friend’s missing ring which suddenly appeared on my carpet at a very significant time (it had been lost months earlier, not known whereabouts).

My partner said she is safe in the bosom of her family, having a whale of a time, and looks in on me often. After her initial excitement, she needed a rest to recuperate from her long years of increasing immobility and occasional dementia on Earth. My maternal grandmother told me she was resting, but happy to be back with her family and free from the restrictions which affected her during her last years on Earth.

Although she refused to rest at first, she felt she needed it later - in a little cottage surrounded by cornfields and with a big avenue of elm trees, like Trinity Manor in Jersey when she worked as a nursemaid many decades ago. She said it is very peaceful. She has met many old friends, including ones she knew from before she came to Earth.  She has no objection to her ashes being kept in a sealed tube in the corner cupboard memorial to her, and says to do with her ashes whatever I am comfortable with.

She apologized to me for being awkward at times and stubborn, and says in her last years she knew she could get away with things she wouldn’t have done earlier in her life. She thanked me for looking after her all those years and said that’s why she stayed longer than she should have. In fact my grandmother said they called her to come over as she’d overstayed her allotted time.

My mother said it is so much brighter and happier where she is now, and when she visits Earth is seems such a dark, dismal place by comparison.

(Most of the above came via various direct telepathic messages to me, either from my mother, George, or my maternal grandmother. The bit about seeing me make a stew came from a medium at a local Spiritualist center. There are several things which were surprising to me, which indicate these are real messages from her, not my imagination. I wouldn’t have expected any sort of reconciliation with her ex-husband – I wasn’t even sure if he was on her plane of existence, probably in a Greek-Cypriot part but able to visit. I was surprised she needed rest after being very active when she first went over there. The cottage surrounded by cornfields and with an avenue of elm trees was not something I’d have immediately thought of myself, I’d have expected recuperation to take place in a special hospital kind of building with a lot of others. It seems the cottage was created personally for her in surroundings she once knew and loved, so does not appear to be the cottage she was living in with her parents in a village. A kind of occasional rest home perhaps, whether permanent or temporary. Like a ‘weekend cottage’ or ‘holiday home’ when she needs to get away on her own perhaps. I would not have expected the meeting with my father’s sister and one of his brothers, and his mother. It is just something I wouldn’t really have thought of. Also I thought she stopped eating because she’d had enough of life here totally dependent on carers, etc., but she insisted food made her feel sick in those last few weeks. It is these unexpected things that validate messages like this as being not just my imagination. I had a similar message about his transition from George. Neither he nor my mother mentioned a tunnel, nor a Life Review, though when asked George said this came later in a special building. He said he saw not a tunnel but a red mist when he first passed over, and heard wonderful classical music.)

 

 

 

 

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