Go and Do

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An elderly friend asked if I’d come visit his wife and bless her. She was dying of pancreatic cancer. I’d known them both for years. She’d sent him to find me.

In their home, we visited at length. She’d been in pain and had rapidly lost weight. She and her husband both knew she would transition soon. At her request, I placed my hands on her head and spoke the words that were given to me.

Near the end of the blessing, my ill and emaciated friend was told she’d soon receive visits from loved ones who had preceded her through the veil. They’d return to comfort and assist her. I could feel their presence as the words came out of my mouth. I knew what was about to happen.

I wanted to stay and experience what I knew would transpire, but I understood it was for her and her grieving husband, not me.

The next morning, my friend called to tell me his wife had communed with deceased family members through the night. It had given her great peace. She passed a few days later.

Sometimes mortals need a facilitator; sometimes spirits need the same. I don’t know why either is the case or why it seems so inconsistent. When it comes to spiritual matters, I’ve learned simply to go and do. In that process, I’ve always received more than I gave.