Flying High and the Ghost With No Patience.

It’s a long flight from Ireland to Australia and vice-versa, one leg is over thirteen hours and most people, including myself, try to get some sleep, even if only briefly, during the flight.  I make a practice of doing some stretching and, also, attempt to meditate for a while too.

During one flight, while I was hoping to meditate or sleep, and most other people were settling down, too, or already asleep, I happened to open my eyes and, as I glanced across to the right-hand aisle, I saw a stewardess stooped over, appearing to be attending to someone’s needs, about six seats forward of the row where I was seated.  I was on the left aisle.  I watched for a moment and, as I did, I watched her gradually fade away. It was similar to the effect of slowly turning down the contrast control on a television set. She didn’t change position nor turn around, she just gradually disappeared.  The passenger she was supposedly attending to was asleep and none the wiser and no other attendants were in the section at the time.  I knew she was a ghost (because of the way she disappeared) and, that I was privileged and I marvelled, to see her do what she just did.  I knew that I was to ‘rescue’ her and it was further confirmed, to me, when another attendant came by and I saw her uniform was a very dark blue and, in-keeping with the airline I was flying with.  The uniform the spirit lady appeared in was sky-blue and so unlike the others, it couldn’t be missed.  Now that I was aware of her I (in my mind) quietly talked to her and explained the situation and what I was going to do to help her move on.

Some people love the job they do, so when death intervenes, they do, sometimes, continue doing what they loved doing in life.  This lady needed someone (like me) to intervene because that was most likely the case.  I would not have been given the privilege of seeing her otherwise (and, thereby, knowing I was to help her).

Note;

It should be noted that other people, who have already crossed over, can come back to visit a workplace or home where their heart still is, but, although they can be sensed, they don’t alarm or interfere with the living, as they come from the light.

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On another similar flight, when I had my eyes closed and was trying to sleep, I became aware of a group of men sitting around an outside table playing cards.  I saw this in my mind’s eye.  I checked the flight tracker later and saw that we were flying over the eastern section of Europe at the time.  I knew these people were in spirit and, I presumed, on the ground, somewhere underneath the flight path.

Again, in my head, I began communicating with them, telling them I assumed they were no longer alive and it would be better for them to leave this world and go to the next.  In the beginning, they weren’t enthusiastic and were happy enough to continue their existence, being together playing cards, which was what they did while they were still alive.  But, with considerable persuasion, I managed to change their minds and they agreed they would be happy to see their families and, having more to do then just play cards all the time, would be a good thing too.

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I can imagine these men were life long friends who, in retirement, did play cards most of the time and when one passed away the others kept his chair vacant and his memory alive.  I feel this continued as each one passed until all were gone.  But, by doing this, they probably held each other back and ended up stuck here, Earth-bound.  It would not have been uncomfortable for them, they just weren’t going anywhere or progressing.  They, sadly, would also, in time, have become a negative influence on the home or business where they played cards.

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The ghost I helped to cross over, who had absolutely no patience, spoiled three readings before I was able to help him.  Helping him crossover was the easiest job of this particular evening.

I was invited to do readings for a group of ladies who had arranged it as a present for the hostess/birthday girl and themselves.  I arrived and organised myself in a separate room where the ladies could each have a private reading, one at a time, while the others continued to enjoy themselves in the party room.  I had done party bookings many times and expected this one to be no different.  I, also, sensed (as I was driving to the venue) there would be a ghost needing help on the night and, again, I was used to that happening and not perturbed.

However, when I started doing the readings, I was totally of the mark with the first three clients.   The ladies could not relate to what I was saying at all and, moreover, I knew, myself, I was not tuned into them, even when they were non-committal.  After disappointing the three ladies I asked to take a break, to reset, and see if I could workout what was going on, as I had never experienced this before.

I settled myself and decided to try one more reading to see if it was going to be any better and, failing that, I was going to give up for the evening and go home.  As the fourth lady came in the impatient ghost came with her.  I shuffled and laid out my cards as before and started the reading by telling her about the ghost that came with her.  She wasn’t surprised or disturbed by my revelations and knew who the gentleman was.  That established and, with her permission, I helped him to go to the light, then proceeded with my first clear and effective reading for the night.

The remaining reading were, also, pertinent and pleasing for the sitters and the evening turned into a success after all. I did free readings, as a gift, for two of the failures from the early part of the night, with equal clarity, pleasing them both and myself equally.

In my own mind too, these last two readings helped me to understand what had occurred.  The ghost knew I could help him to cross-over but he was so impatient to get going, his energy was interfering with my efforts.  I was probably reading his stuff and not the ladies at all.

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Because he was still Earth-bound and, therefore, still had free-will, his guide, my guides and the sitter’s guides could do little to curb his efforts to get precedence.  I had never had this occur before or since.  Most ghosts are, thankfully, substantially more patient.

Ah well, lesson well learned!