I want to share a story with all of you. Something powerful happened the night Ryland died and I feel compelled to share.
Some of you already know this about me, but most of you do not. I have a gift. I can read people. Some may call it a psychic or intuitive reader, but I call myself an energy reader.
Everything is energy. People, animals, plants, the earth, the stars and moon, our thoughts, our feelings, absolutely everything is energy.
When I meditate, I connect with guides and other beings without bodies. I use my clair abilities, like clairvoyance and clairaudience, to receive the messages. When I meditate, it feels like I go to another place and it plays out like a movie scene in my mind.
One of my favorite places I go and have been often always has the same landscape. There’s a field of wildflowers. Bordering the field are lush green trees close together on the left and in the back. There’s a stream that runs along the right-hand side with one large tree on the other side with a wooden picnic table underneath.
Most of the time when I go to this place, I am in the middle of the wildflower field and I am greeted by someone. That is where I met my first spirit guide, named Lydia. My mom, who is deceased, she meets me there as well. It feels as though she is standing in front of me and I get to hug her again. It feels so real.
Every now and then, I go across the stream and walk through the water to the other side. There’s a sense that I can’t stay long. Everyone that I love that has died is underneath that tree. I get to quickly see their smiling faces again and hug each of them one more time.
One day when I was in this meditation and on the other side of the stream, I saw a man I had never seen before. He had “the life of the party” energy. He was telling a story to everyone at the picnic table, and they were all laughing and enjoying his story. I noticed he was sitting in a wheelchair. Not because he needed it, but he was just using it as a seat. I realized in that moment that it was Ryland.
He saw me looking at him and got up and walked over to where I was standing. He looked nothing like the Ryland we know. He was tall and handsome and a healthy-looking man. That was the first time I saw and spoke to Ryland in my meditation, which was years ago.
As most of you already know, Ryland was on comfort care in the hospital. On the day of his death before he died, he was moved out of the ICU and put into a private room on another floor. After he was settled and everyone left us alone, I crawled into bed with him to lay next to him.
I rubbed his face with my fingertips just like my Grandpa Barton and mom did to me when I was little. I thanked him for always being so strong and living longer than predicted. I thanked him for protecting me in the ways only he could. I thanked him for loving me so much.
We laid there for a while and then I heard my guides say, “It’s time to start. Get into your meditation now.” So I did. The only way to describe what I saw in my mind was like being in the middle of a sci-fi movie. There were so many moving images and vibrant colors quickly shifting. I could hear their messages. It was explaining why Ryland lived the way he did. It was giving complete clarity and answering all the questions.
The message was this…Ryland and I could not have done it without the other. Our lives are so intertwined. His purpose is my purpose. Then I heard, “There is an ember inside each person and your story will ignite that ember inside of them so they can fulfill their own purpose. Right now, a small group of people know your story, but it will spread and change the entire world. Therefore, it will affect everyone that has ever lived because we are all connected.” It doesn’t end in death. Our souls are all connected.
Then I saw a lighthouse. The message was this: Ryland and I represented a lighthouse, we are guiding everyone home on their own unique journey.
Then it shifted and I was in the middle of the field with wildflowers. I could see Ryland walking towards me. He had a glowing light around him, so I knew he wasn’t dead yet. I was calling him towards me to help him cross over. I kept saying, “You’re almost there. You’re almost there. You’re almost there.”
Then the nurse opened the door and said, “He passed.” He was able to tell because Ryland was hooked up to a tele monitor. I looked at Ryland because my eyes had been closed and I said, “I knew he was close.” The nurse left the room.
I said, “Thank you Ryland! Thank you!” That was the most amazing thing I have experienced in my life!” I was in complete shock and awe. I saw and felt what he was experiencing as he died. That was my interpretation of what had just happened.
I looked at the clock and it was 8:35pm. I thought to myself, “I want to get in the meditation again to see if I see anything else.” So I did. Once I was in it, I could see both of us in the middle of the field with wildflowers. The glow around him was gone. We were laughing and hugging each other. We were celebrating. It felt like we completed some mission and we succeeded. We were so happy.
Ryland’s entire life, I focused so much on his impending death that never happened because he kept surviving. I feared his death so much and caused my own greatest suffering. My wish for him as a parent, has always been that he has a peaceful death, and I got my wish.
He had the most beautiful death. Death is not what we think it is or what we have become trained to believe. Energy is neither created or destroyed, it is just transformed. Everything, including us, is energy.