T. Stokes

The waiting room for spirit

April 4, 2006 |  1 comment
Image Credit: Such is the popularity of paranormal subjects that when the students from my college class planned a Christmas get together, I asked in the local pub if we could book a student dinner for 20 people, and most being on student grants I enquired if a special price was possible, for the quiet period after Christmas. For many students away from home, Christmas can be a difficult time, And I was concerned to bond them together for mutual strength against the twin evils of “Isolation and Loneliness”. Several could not afford the price and five of us being vegetarian, decided to then all have the meal at my home, me being the teacher. The meal went well and after wards as I relaxed over the washing up, I became aware of a spirit entity radiating great sadness beside me, and as I leant against the sink, it actually impinged on my aura. Surprise and sympathy swept over me in waves, as I recognised an old man whom I only spoke to a couple of times some 35 years ago, and had long forgotten, why would he come to me ?He explained that as he had no friends or family, alcohol gradually took their place.When we met it was because some youngsters were hassling him for the money in his pocket, and I stepped in to ensure he was left alone, and next night when more sober he came and thanked me. For a man to come back for what for me was an unimportant incident from my teenage years, struck me as very odd, this mans spirit spoke of hearing my concern over the students “Isolation and Loneliness” this Christmas, and said he lived with these two pillars of inner emptiness all his life, and recognised the two words as hallmarks of his world, alcohol became his only friend, his parents, children lovers, and the only affection he ever had, came from the bottle, it was the one thing in his life he could rely on.Leaning on the sink and myself now in poor health, I was concerned to envelop this old man, who was as a wounded child, with care warmth and spiritual love to ease his pain, and as most people have friends and relatives to greet them when they die, this man had long had his spiritual bags packed and was, as- in the railway waiting room for someone to come for him, and no-one ever came, and so immersed in his “Isolation and Loneliness” he eventually found himself drawn to me, through the similar wavelength of spiritual goals, and in concern for this Isolation and Loneliness he had found me.

It is a well established basis of spirit rescue work that the lost soul should be directed toward the light, where suddenly the blanket of darkness is thrown off as he sees his spirit guide and carers, and is drawn in ecstasy back to his spiritual home.But the old sailors rhyme runs;“first the man takes a drink,then the drink takes the man, then the drink takes a drink”for many who were alcohol dependant in life, passing on can be especially difficult, to leave the earthly craving behind is not easy, but for this man who saw me as his only friend, and who promised to come see me again, was overjoyed his anxious time in the waiting room was now over. Comments (1)

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