When Spirits Attach

Do you know what it feels like to have spirits attach to your energy? Neither did I, until last night.

I attended Open Message Night at the Montclair Metaphysical & Healing Center. I felt the need to go, to connect with those who hold a high vibration and intention of love and light.  I also felt I could lend my own healing and positive thoughts to the night.

I had still been feeling down and felt this would be a good place for me to refocus. The heaviness I felt, I attributed first to missing my family and friends in Vancouver, then to PMS that seemed to last and last.

Turned out this “heaviness” was something different.

Towards the end of the night, and after many good messages for others from some talented mediums, I received a message. “You must detach yourself from those who pass on.” She had already heard I did hospice, so we both knew who she was speaking about. However, I truly felt detached enough each time someone in my care passed on. I didn’t feel inordinately sad. I felt blessed that I was able to connect with them towards the end of their life.

Some of these people slept the whole time I was visited. Others gave me the most beautiful tiny smiles, but no words. Some showed no response, yet their eyes followed me as I left the room. One unique feeling I had? I always knew when it was the last time I would see them. I would be sure to say “goodbye,” or “thank you for allowing me to spend time with you.” I’m sure this feeling isn’t unique in hospice care.

However, two feelings have been occurring over the past month. One, I felt that after a year of hospice work, I would probably have to stop. It already felt like a burden after five months, though I didn’t know why. The second was feeling down, as I explained above.

So, at the Montclair Center, when she said, “detach,” the only “attachment” I thought about was emotional, and I didn’t understand. She said there were three of them around me…

And Lee spoke up. “You are surrounded by them. They see you as a beam of light and they have attached themselves to you. They don’t know how to move on. You must tell them how.”

Covered in shivers of recognition, I realized just what my purpose was for hospice care.

“Before they pass, you need to speak with their spirit. Begin to let them know what to do once they pass.” She said.

Actually, I’ve never felt so many shivers before, which always point to the truth. It was as if the spirits around me were touching me, “yes! Yes! Listen to her, she knows what she’s saying!”

“You need to work with them, release them, or else it will be like a brickweighing you down. Heavier and heavier.”

Heavy. Sad. Down. Burden. It all makes sense. So much sense, the shivers told me.

The heaviness isn’t gone. I have work to do.

But I feel better that the weight isn’t the actual hospice work (well, it is, but it is fixable), or missing my family (I’m not moving back right now, and I don’t want to feel so sad), or ongoing PMS (what a relief!).

And spirits? I know you are hanging around. My shoulders and head feel it. But don’t worry, you’ll be where you need to be soon enough.