Power In Your Hands

It was a beautiful evening and the moon was in full glow as I took Wolfie her last walk around 10pm. The fields and moors surrounding our house where still muddy after heavy rain throughout the last couple of days, hence my decision to stick to the public paths, have a walk round the block and in Wolfie’s case, ensure every other dog had safely gone to bed so she would settle!
I always carry my big security torch with me on the last walk, so I can see what she (Wolfie) is up to and carry the knowledge that it would act as a fabulous heavy object weapon should the need arise.
On the way back, we cut through the cemetery, a favourite spot for foxes and other wildlife...rows and rows of old, derelict and uncared for graves.
No surprise that Wolfie got a scent and went leaping off through the under grow, jumping ruthlessly over dead man’s final resting places. Shining my torch, I located her and strolled over. She was laid resting on one of the graves, as if she was reading the headstone, her head inquisitively moving as if she was listening to something. As I approached, I shone the light to read the writing...
Of all the graves in this cemetery, why did she stop here? How could I have forgot this lovely old gentleman who had been when one of my clients when I was doing community Social Work? I paused to tune in and remember the time he had visited me through a medium in a spiritual church in Spain – giving his name loud and clearly. Still Wolfie remained still, sensing a presence like animals do. My ears then changed frequency. This is a sign for me when spirit is around, a high pitch note in my right lobe. As the trees gently rustled I could not make out what was being said, just the dulcet tones of a male. I stood for some time, apologised for not making out the message, said a prayer sending love and went on my way.
The following day, his niece approached me. I did not recognise her; she introduced herself and asked where I had been for the last 15 years. The conversation developed and she told me of her interest in spiritualism and how she was developing as a medium.
So it came to pass...that is what my old chap must have been trying to tell me. Firstly synchronicity and secondly being aware how people “pop” back into our lives for a reason. This lady is now a firm friend and I believe from my soul group. What spirit did was bring us back together on the earth plane “re-membering” to give each other support, guidance and raise our energy levels so we can tune into the frequency of spirit with greater clarity...after all, practice makes development.