So, when I got back to quiet of my motel room, I did a quick meditation to see what message was waiting for me. My inner voice answered immediately, “Look more closely at manhole covers.” I recalled metal lids in my mind. After concentrating for a few moments, I saw they were all engraved with same large words. The inscriptions read: “Salt River Project.” This is utility company in which my father had left a sizable trust for my brother and me. As I contemplated this connection to my father and his generous gift to us, I detected another muted, golden glow emanating from corner of bedroom.

I turned to face light and gasped. Standing by wall stood my father in spirit form! The apparition was so real I almost evoked courage to reach out and touch his hand. Twenty years of intense, backed-up emotion rushed like an express train through my being. I was relieved when he began to speak:

“Son, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help you with emotional or spiritual affairs while we were together on Earth. I couldn’t assist you with those aspects of life, because I couldn’t help myself in those areas when I was alive. I did share with you everything I knew of material, financial, political and social worlds. That was all I’d mastered. Please forgive me for not helping you with your feelings or spirituality. I am moving on now, Keith. I came to say good-bye and tell you this man Lester is in your life to assist you with your emotional and soul concerns. Trust him. Spend time with him. Open to him in way we could never open to each other on Earth. I love you, Son. Good-bye.”

Sobbing with joy and relief, I blurted out, “Thank you, Dad. I love you. I understand. I love you.”

I was graced with opportunity to tell my father that I loved him fervently. I also asked him to forgive me for being such a rebellious, ungrateful son. By time he said his final farewell, we each knew other was very sorry. We also totally forgave ourselves, as well as each other. In end, I recognized there was nothing to forgive for either of us. We gave to each other all we had available at time to give. I slept more peacefully and fulfilled that night than I’d ever slept before in my life.

In retrospect, I now laugh at universe’s sense of humor. The sharp, attacking words my father and I so loved to throw at each other were more accurate and prophetic than we could ever have imagined. “You’ll find out!” had a hidden soul message for both of us. We each did eventually “find out!” Although neither of us was consciously aware of it, we were both foretelling our eventual spiritual understanding of life and of our true connection with each other.

I also found out—to my eternal delight—that it’s never too late to say, “I love you.”

The two most valuable possessions they own are his watch and her hair. She sells her hair to buy him a fob for his watch, and he sells his watch to buy her some combs for her hair. By giving all they had left to give they each rendered other's gift useless.

It's touching whenever anyone gives all they have to give. And one thing Christmas teaches us is that it truly is more blessed to give than to receive. So many of us want to be givers. However, if you are not able to fully receive when others are giving to you, you rob them of blessing they receive as giver.

We need to allow ourselves to receive, as Holy Mother of God received Spirit. When we allow another's light to fill our darkness, their own darkness is also filled with light. When light is both given and received, balance bridges a gap, creating a union, much like conception. What is created is a blessing.

This year, take time out for your spirit to receive. Spend some quiet time taking in love you have been given, allowing its light to enrich you. Make it a silent night, a holy night.

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