Q: Hi Jennifer, I’ve watched the show, “Long Island Medium” and believe that woman, Theresa, is the real deal. I’ve heard her often say, “so and so wants you to know they’re at peace with our father in heaven.” My question is: HOW can a soul be at peace and still be with us on Earth? After a person dies who has God in his or her heart, HOW do they move from the spirit realm to our physical one? —Christina, Houston
Interesting you use the phrase “real deal.” A friend of mine received an unsolicited reading from Theresa and actually ended up on that show. And that’s the exact phrase she used. Real deal.
“So and so wants you to know they’re at peace with our father in heaven” is a comfort phrase for the living. She wouldn’t say that to someone who believed differently, because not everyone defines the afterlife that way.
(And that’s okay.)
As for moving between realms –well– that’s a deeper question.
If I start talking ‘dimensions’ and quantum theory this’ll read science like fiction.
But this I know for sure.
Human rules for space and time DO NOT APPLY to the Other Side. So:
1. Take all your assumptions.
2. Crumple them into ball.
3. (Cue En Vogue.)
4. No, you’re never gonna get it.
5. Never ever gonna get it.
Because our brains are hardwired for linear timelines and compartmental definitions of space.
1 to 10.
A to Z.
Left to right.
Once upon a time, the end.
Pragmatists will NEVER be comfortable with these conversations.
But here’s the deal.
I’ve personally experienced the VOID. That wordless place between space and time. I KNOW it exists. Though exist might not be the word.
Few years ago, we were watching tv when the living room –and all daytime noises– evaporated.
Like someone flipped a switch.
Radiant peace undulated in my periphery, filling the space like warm liquid. The room was an illusion.
I saw my beloved grandfather across the room, next to my little girl. Not as an opaque person; but a shimmery outline, his flat cap confirming his presence.
I couldn’t talk.
Didn’t have to.
My Grandpa died. But he was right there. And this was COMPLETELY unlike any visit I’d had before.
Was this a place?
. . . or the absence of one?
Had I slipped into the Divine? Who made this happen?! And why wasn’t he sitting next to me?
We lack vocabulary for these things.
I recall that part in Eat, Pray, Love where Elizabeth Gilbert experienced it, too:
“Simply put, I got pulled through the wormhole of the Absolute, and in that rush I suddenly understood the workings of the universe completely. I left my body, I left the room, I left the planet, I stepped through time and I entered the void. I was inside the void and I was looking at the void, all at the same time. The void was a place of limitless peace and wisdom, the void was conscious and intelligent. The void was God. But not in a gross, physical way–not like I was Liz Gilbert stuck inside a chunk of God’s thigh muscle. I was just part of God.”
I remember reading that bit, and feeling like YA! You go witcha bad author self, Liz! THAT!
People of different faiths who’ve had near death experiences describe the variations of the same.
Who’s to say Spirit can’t come and go as they please? Or that God doesn’t encourage them to pop in and give us love nudges every once in awhile?
My advice? Try not to overthink the HOWs.
We probably couldn’t grasp the answer anyway.
Thanks for these questions, Christina. I’ll answer the rest of them in the next week or so.
If YOU reading have a paranormal or metaphysical question, please send it to email@example.com. I’ll archive and answer as appropriate, when I can.
2 thoughts on “Q & A: Long Island Medium and the VOID.”
Love this! I’ve never experienced this exactly, but have gotten a sense that “something” exists beyond the physical, just like you know that “You” are not your body. “You” just happen to occupy it for now. Or when you’re out for a nature walk. You simply know that there is a common breath of intelligence in everything around you, that it only appears to be intricately interwoven. The truth is – and the only animal who apparently doesn’t know this is Man – it’s all the same breath/intelligence. Like raindrops falling on an ocean. Or the chorus of birds singing in what sounds like different voices, but are in fact instruments in an orchestra, following some unseen maestro. I’m rereading this and I’m not sure if that’s going too make sense or not. It’s hard to make sense of something so abstract.
It’s hard to find the right words, right?! I think you make perfect sense.