The Bridge

Since I was a very young child I could communicate. I talked early on, and I understood what was going on in my environment at all times both near and far. In my baby book, my mother writes, how while playing back in my bedroom, at 17 months, she started to set the table, I came out, went over to my father and said, "Daddy, Eat!" She thought that was note worthy because I had to be aware of everything, and quickly put it together, all while intently playing off in my bedroom. It would take years to understand everyone wasn't doing what I was doing, and only recently to admit openly that I have a gift, and I know how to use it, lol.

It all started when I was around 3 and 1/2, my mother's father, my Pop Pop died. I was very close to Pop Pop and loved him dearly. At the funeral I wondered why his eyes were sewn shut as I was aware of the stitches. My dad explained how the eyes would pop open and scare people if they weren't sewn shut. Oh..it seemed logical. It wasn't traumatic or scary to me. I just understood, he really wasn't in that shell, and really wasn't gone or dead either. What upset me most was when my mom, crying like I had never seen her cry, collapsed and men, along with my dad, had to brace her up and hold her...that upset me. My mom needed me, and they wouldn't let me near her. She noticed my concern and picked me up and hugged me, and said she would be alright, she was just sad at missing her dad already.

A few years after that, my bath water was running, and I was getting all of my toys out of the bathroom closet to toss in for bath time, which for me was water play. I tossed in my barbies, toy fish, bubbles, my washcloth, and funny soap, when in my mind I thought, "Pam Its Pop Pop." I thought to myself, what? Why did I just think that thought...again I think in my mind "No you didn't think it, its me." How weird is that, I thought, I just did it again...and again I hear, "Pam this is how we talk to you now." Suddenly I understood...if he wasn't here, or in his body, he had no voice for my ears to hear, and would have to talk in my mind. I got it...loud and clear. So I thought back..."POP POP I miss you, what are you doing?" and like any good Pop Pop would, he responded and explained to me how our loved ones are not really ever gone. They are with us, and are- our "guardian angels" so to speak. They are there for birthdays, Christmas, Easter, all the holidays they shared with us, graduations and weddings. He told me that we, still here, are taught to let them go, and to not think about them or it hurts, and that prevented them from communicating. Our sadness and sorrow binds us and doesn't allow the flow of love to enter. He promised he would always see me do all the important things in life, and be there for me when I was down. Then he made me promise not to tell anyone, as they would not understand. It was the most beautiful moment, and it would be the start of a lifetime of communication to those that have crossed over to "The Other Side of Earth" as they call it. But for some reason in keeping it sacred, I felt I had to keep it secret. For years I thought everyone did it, until I blurted it out one day, and someone in shock said, "What did you say?" I immediately knew not everyone "hears" and they weren't ready to hear either.

Recently, after reconnecting on facebook with many old friends, I was bombarded with all of your loved ones who know I hear, and want to let you all know...they are here, they see you, and they love you. Plant a tree and memory garden, scrap old photos, and talk to them, let them know what they meant to you, throw a birthday party BBQ in their honor...a memory day...don't let them go...remember them....love them...you will open the channel.

Can't explain why...just know we all have gifts...What are yours? Do you know? It isn't always about singing, painting, playing an instrument....it could be something as simple/pure as loving animals, being a good friend, tolerant, patient, kind. It could be that you are empathetic, and understanding, the more you acknowledge these traits as gifts, and use them, the stronger they become. The world needs your gifts...Share them liberally!

There are two sides to the river...people have chosen which side to reside...but we need bridges that connect the two sides...the bride doesn't choose a side to reside, because the bridge touches both sides, and connects them over troubled waters. I want to be a bridge. Not hating or arguing with any side, but loving the good and bad in all things, both sides, acknowledging and allowing. There is too much hate and anger and that creates dis at ease/disease in our bodies and our planet. To begin this healing process we need gifted people willing to share their gifts, and strong people who can be a bridge....The bridge is the best help in getting communication across to the other side, here or there, or everywhere! (Sounds like a Dr. Sues Book, lol)

I am so proud to announce that I was unfriended because I am a bridge, and refused to choose a side. I wanted to impress that we can collectively as a whole begin to shift this planet by our collective efforts of love, respect and understanding for all....hate, anger, fighting, never motivates people to cooperate and work as a team. Watch the different coaching styles in sports. The successful teams, know how to work their position, and work together. Whatever position you were put in here, know how to work it...expand that talent, and Together Everyone Achieves More. TEAM!

Until next time...I have to go repair the bridge/me...they are always the first thing taken out in a war/conflict/dispute/disagreement, because they are so valuable in keeping both sides connected. What war are you in/battling with? Use your gifts, and be The Bridge!