"Why is direct connection to beings in other dimensions a natural ability for a few people and yet seemingly impossible for so many others?"A piece of this puzzle revealed itself to me during a casual conversation with a dear friend. Lois is a delightful, adventurous, spunky woman well into her eighties. She shared how she'd been opening up spiritually for sixty years, but was still unable to see or talk with her spirit guides-St. Germain, Jesus and Sai Baba-or with angels and nature spirits.
"So many times I'll feel a warmth akin to a presence in
room with me. The connection gives me a vivid sense of serenity and comfort. But that's as far as it goes."
Questioning her, I learned she sometimes feel an energy emanating from her plants, but is never able to see
plant's aura or subtle body, or to have a dialogue with
spirit of
plant.
"Keith," she implored, "How do I do it? How can I connect with my guides and my plants in a more conscious and meaningful way?"
Her expression and words were so poignant. Then a faint glow began to radiate from
little houseplant she had on
breakfast table. As Lois continued to express her longing to interact more directly with nonphysical friends,
light at
center of
plant shown brighter and brighter.
I knew
light was
deva,
nature spirit, of this plant. Upon my recognition of its presence,
fairy deva shone so brilliantly it almost hurt my eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, this dramatic light demonstration was a direct response to Lois' prayers and desires. I speculated to myself, This is great. Here's her answer. Thank you, Spirit! Pointing to
brilliant glow radiating from
heart of
plant, I exclaimed, "Well, there you go! There's your answer."
Lois said nothing. She simply sat there with a puzzled look on her face, staring in
direction of my outstretched finger. " What answer? I don't see anything unusual. I don't understand what you're pointing at!"
She didn't see
light. She saw nothing! "What about that light there, Lois," I coached. "That deva, that fairy, that glow?"
She strained and squinted. She still didn't see anything unusual.
I urged, "Do you sense anything? Do you feel a presence, a warmth, any unusual sensation at all?"
Discouraged, she sighed and responded, "No, nothing."