On Dragonfly Wings – A skeptic’s journey to mediumship

Jun 14th, 2017 | By | Category: Axis Mundi Books, Extract, O Books, Spirituality

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My brother Michael died on a late spring day in May. He was just a week short of twenty. I was thirty-eight. I believe this is when it all started, or perhaps it started some twenty years earlier – or maybe even twenty years before that – but I was always told that stories don’t necessarily have to start at the beginning. So the question of when it all started becomes futile, especially if you believe in the elasticity of time.

Michael went swimming a week before his twentieth birthday, and drowned. It was a hot Thursday and steam rose from the white sand like an omen from the mouth of an oracle. Pale blue linum flowers withered in the afternoon heat, and he decided to go to the beach with a few of his friends. Michael was tall and strong. In fact, he was on a weekend’s leave from the military – my brother was a tank commander. Tank commanders are not the most likely people to drown in the sea on a hot, sunny day. But the sea was rough, and the group chose a spot far away from the lifeguard. Some of the guys went surfing and another fell asleep in the sun. It was Michael and another friend who volunteered to accompany one of the girls who wanted to go in for a dip despite the turbulent waters.

The water was angry and murky, and even though they only went in waist deep, it very quickly turned into a swirly rip current. The girl got out; Michael’s friend made it back as well.

Michael didn’t.

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Hesitantly, I try to talk to him. I suppose that many people who’ve lost someone dear to them have talked to them, saying things they have not said when they still could. But the surprising thing for me is not that I talk to Michael. What surprises me that night is that I can hear Michael’s answers clearly in my head.

“Are you really dead?” I ask him.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I think so.”

The voice in my head is clear. But many people have been put in straightjackets for having heard voices, so I am not ready to accept or admit – even to myself – what is happening. It feels natural and shocking at the same time.

“Am I going mad?” I ask, and the question is directed both at myself and at Michael.

“No,” I immediately hear the answer in my head, even before I finish asking the question. “We are really having this conversation. I am here.”

Michael, too, is baffled by what has happened to him; he doesn’t understand what exactly is going on. Yet he is calm; he is not afraid. He reassures me that all is well, and this makes me feel better. I finally fall asleep, and wake up the next morning feeling as if something magical had happened to me during the night.

“It was probably all a dream,” I say to myself as the day progresses and I contemplate the idea. However, the warm feeling inside stays with me throughout the day, and the optimism that my nightly encounter with Michael has wrapped me in doesn’t fade away.

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Then, when Michael died, something in me changed, or rather, regressed to the way I used to be as a child and as a young woman. Somehow, the spiritual side of me completely took over the ‘down to earth’ side, and as I had more and more experiences of communicating with the world beyond ours, I also felt more and more detached from people around me, even from my very own body.

I started having out of body experiences again. Now I knew that this phenomenon had a name and I also knew that it was somehow connected to the state of grief and shock I was in following my brother’s death. Nonetheless, I was surprised how the people around me reacted to these changes in me.

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Four years have passed since my brother Michael died, and two years since I’ve finished my training as a Past Life Regression Therapist. It is merely the beginning of my spiritual journey – I know there will be more in the years to come.

One thing about opening my mind and my eyes to the world beyond ours is that it is a one-way street. I can never again say, “I didn’t know”.

Another thing is that the world around me seems to metamorphose – colors turn brighter, people turn more friendly, events seem to fall into place as if on their own. The magic of the journey is such that once one is no longer afraid to walk down this path – no matter how slow or how fast – the view on the way is stunning. Secrets unfold with every step and there is no need to prove anything to anyone – as each one of us walks at their own pace.

The fellow travelers on the path are always inspiring, and the difficulties challenging – but I know for a fact they will not stop me from progressing.

And last – but certainly not least – the messages I receive along the way, messages from the Other Side, multiply as I progress down my path. They are everywhere – in a song on the radio, a whisper in the wind or the words of a stranger. Open your ears, eyes and mind to the messages from your deceased loved ones, and you will hear, see and feel them. You don’t need to go to a medium for contact with your deceased loved ones, you can just ask them to talk to you – in meditation, in your mind or in a dream. More often than not, they will.

I now believe my brother’s death was not just ‘an accident’ that happened for no good reason. In fact, I believe that no death is. Our days in this life are always numbered, and when they reach their end – whether we’ve had a short life or a long one – it’s time to go back to the Other Side. This is not a bad thing for the person departing, although it is always difficult for those staying behind.

A skeptic’s journey to mediumship

 

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Daniela I. Norris, a former diplomat turned writer, lost her twenty-year-old brother in a drowning accident in May 2010. While feeling as much shock and grief as everyone else around her, she also felt something different. She felt that her brother Michael was not really gone. He was physically gone, but he was still around. That was when she embarked on a journey of learning and exploration, her very own skeptic’s journey to mediumship. She lives near Geneva, Switzerland.

 

On Dragonfly Wings will be published by Axis Mundi Books 25th April 2014. ISBN: 978-1-78279-512-4 (Paperback) £9.99 $16.95.  EISBN: 978-1-78279-511-7 (eBook) £6.99 $9.99.

 

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