Sarah’s blog – Week 15 – 24th May 2016
Another week of patience, of allowing ‘what is’ to just be. The demanding job had come and gone, and while it had indeed been challenging, a certain calm and wisdom had been ‘by my side” the whole time. I know it sounds strange to say at my side, instead of within me, but that is how it felt, like a presence guiding me. It left me feeling slightly detached, that whatever would happen, all was well. While I had to do my bit, I was not in charge. I was also reminded during a discussion this week that had nothing to do with guides or spirituality, of how white is made up of the whole colour spectrum. There it was again, the rainbow, and more importantly, what it seemed to represent to me: the bridge, the last step before energy ‘becomes’ the bright white light of spirit, the Godhead, the shining beauty that lies within us all.
As I sat down in the circle that week, I was very aware of a very loud ringing in my ears, like tinnitus, which made it impossible to concentrate on anything else. I was curious. Was it the effect of the recent flight on my ears or was it something else? As everyone else settled into the silence, the ringing became almost unbearable. How was I going to sit through fifty minutes of this? My mind resisted it. I fought it for a while and then at some point, when I stopped thinking and fretting about it, it stopped. I couldn’t tell you the point. I was just so relieved. It made the silence even more delicious. As Doreen’s words slowly talked to us about moving into the sacred space we had made within us, where we could invite spirit in, I felt compelled to send out healing. I prayed that all those suffering in the world would know some peace, particularly in the warn-torn parts of the world, like Syria. I prayed that their own prayers would be answered too.
I felt the angelic presence that I worked with during healing, come upon me, now very strongly. The circle was building an altar to spirit, we were the living parts of it, and I prayed that the dazzling light of the higher realms touch all those in the world, awaken them to their own sacred space within, that they could know calm, whatever was going on in the outside world. Clearly the distinction between being a medium and a healer was not as clear-cut as is sometimes made out. Any medium worth their salt knew their sole mission was to heal, to help those who were grieving and to bring comfort. Healers connected with spirit. Even if working wordlessly, they were communicating to that soul, awakening it to its own power, teaching it. We never heal anyone else, we just show them how to heal themselves, and to find the calm within, the holy altar, where prayers are answered and spirit touches us…
I don’t need to find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow as I know it’s already inside of me.