Hello and welcome to Luisa TV, this is the third episode in a 4-part series, Afterlife Messages.
Click here to watch Part 3 , “I Prayed for a Miracle.”
In this episode I discuss, a personal family tragedy and the miracles, synchronicities, and angels that appeared along the way to guide us in our greatest time of need.
In this weeks episode of Luisa TV, the third in a 4-part series, Afterlife Messages. I also share 3 simple principles to communicate with your transitioned loved ones.
“I never gave up hope or faith or love – not for one second did I doubt that we would get out of this and I got down on my knees and I prayed.”
The energetic exchange of other souls other energies is ever present, even if not seen with our physical eyes and the intricate web of connection is always there to support you.
Everything is a perception of our consciousness and as we become more conscious with the subtle aspect of ourselves, the nonphysical we start to tap into that vast flow of energy that builds this world and other worlds.
It is my belief that we do not die, we are eternal spiritual beings having a physical experience – we always have our spiritual body, but we do not always have a physical body.
In this episode I will offer you 3 very simple principles to apply to the non-physicals realms of existence enabling you a direct line of communication from your soul to the ‘other side.
A fundamental truth of life is connection. We are love and we come here for love, this is the greatest power we have.
FAITH, HOPE, LOVE
I haven’t discussed this experience before it is very personal and the reason, I would like to share it with you is because it offers you a very easy way to understand how to connect with your loved ones. It is a demonstration of the unseen is very much real – in us, in everyone of us and it is not some far off universe.
It’s the sunrise, it’s the special moments, it’s the people that come to our aid, it’s the synchronises, it’s the joys, it’s the love and I can describe my experience as one that offered me tremendous sorrow and heartbreak but also remarkable joy and personal growth and a belief in life and a belief in a power and energy that we can harness within us and a force much greater than us that creates miracles and moves worlds.
And this is in essence how we can connect with energies, spiritual beings, loved ones that have transitioned, beings of light, higher guidance – my story is analogy of how you yourself can connect quite simply and I describe it in 3 simple words, faith, hope and love.
Faith is belief, hope is expectation and love is feeling and when you apply this 3 step formula to anything you wish to achieve – mountains will move and magic will follow and miracles will appear.
THE PROVINCIAL JAIL: Rehabilitation for Men
Five years ago an event occurred that completely changed the course of my life.
I still remember the exact location I was when my mother called. I was in the supermarket buying groceries, it’s so clear, like time froze.
She said my brother, who had been living in Asia for 10 years had been arrested and his child had ben taken during his arrest and he didn’t know where she was, and he needed help.
As I stood in that grocery isle, completely shocked, I experienced a very clear feeling – it wasn’t a voice – it was the sharing of an emotional signature – and it relayed to me that everything was going to be ok.
Two days later I was on a plane travelling to an island in a far remote southern province in Asia, not knowing what to expect and what I would find.
My brother was held in police lock up for the first few days without food and water and I was allowed to follow him to his transfer to a secure provincial jail.
It was located at the end of a long dirt road. There was a crumbling cement wall that surrounded the jail and was topped with barbed wire. There was a large sign that said, Rehabilitation for Men.
There was a small metal gate that led to an inside front entrance, we walked up a few steps and in front of us were several guards, and behind them was a long wall of metal bars and behind that were hundreds and hundreds of men, in rags, the walls were filthy, the smell of sweat overpowering and more than anything it was the energy, it was filled with the energy of men who had been deprived of freedom, caged like dogs, worse than dogs, you would never treat an animal like this and they were watching and waiting for the new inmate – my brother. I was terrified for him.
It was unimaginably hot, filthy, the walls were covered in filth, cats ran rampant in order to catch the rats, each man had to shave their head to reduce the plagues of lice, the conditions were what no man or woman should ever endure and later I was to experience and see for myself the absolute depravity of human existence.
I don’t know how my brother managed to walk through the bars and enter the internal jail courtyard on that first day, the inmates parted to let him through, my feet would have buckled at the terror and I prayed to god that he wasn’t rapped that first night, we were lucky that we could afford to pay for his protection.
Throughout this time, we, I speak for myself – never gave up hope or faith or love – not for one second did I doubt that we would get out of this.
During these first few weeks it was my upmost mission to find his daughter who was just 4 years old at the time. Our greatest fear was that she had been sold and in this particular region sex trafficking was very common.
I speak for myself and it was the most horrible, traumatic of experiences, but it was my brother that was in hell and it is a demonstration of how despite our external circumstances, despite what happens in our external landscape, the only freedom we have is within us.
My brother told that me that the mayor of his cell, an inmate elected by the guards who ran his cell, there were many cells in the jail. The mayor of his cell gave him one important piece of advice on his first day – “be happy.”
I also gave my brother some advice, but I don’t think it was received that well, I was trying make to make light of the situation and I said, well its lucky you liked camping when you were younger, as if it might have prepared him for this – he often reminds me, teasingly and laughs.
He told me that he thought about escaping all the time in the first few days, it would be easy, but he would be running for the rest of his life, he said and it would also assume his guilt.
The week he arrived, several prisoners had escaped, and they were hunted down and shot and killed and tied up in the internal courtyard by their feet as a warning to the other prisoners that might be thinking of escaping. The heat, the humidity, the flies, the smell of dead bodies– it was something that cannot be forgotten – and after several days they were cut down and their families were allowed to come and collet their bodies for burial.
My brother told me it was the heat that got him the most – it reached up to 60 degrees or 140 Fahrenheit at night in the cells. The cells were so overcrowded, 60 men at night were locked in a cell meant for 10 people, he was never alone.
I am sure at night, he had his moments and many moments of crying and despair, what would have broken me down me more than anything was the not knowing, not knowing how long I would be held captive, at least if I was told days or months or even years I could have made a plan, he could made a plan – but it was the not knowing that would have been soul destroying. He told me if he was convicted and sentenced for life, he would kill himself. Even worse it was a crime he never committed.
When I was allowed to visit my brother, I spent hours in the only visitor’s room with him. I wouldn’t really call it a visitor’s room, it was a filthy dark corner with an old wooden table and 2 benches, a cubicle with a hole that was assigned as the visitor’s restroom and it was open to the central courtyard of the jail, divided by the metal bars.
I spent time with him, time I hadn’t done this for years and it may sound strange under the circumstances, but we did have happy moments there too.
I would bring vodka in for my brother hidden in water bottles and we would sit there talking and laughing as much as we could.
He said that he couldn’t believe it – but he was the main character in Banged Up Abroad. If you haven’t seen it, it a US TV show about being incarcerated in foreign jails.
I remember looking down my feet one day, very clearly and they were so swollen from the heat, after only a few hours, I don’t know how he could bare it – it was unbelievable, like living in a sauna, with hardly any air, a filthy, depraved sauna and my feet were covered in flies, I couldn’t even see any of my skin, I remember he laughed so hard and said, shame you didn’t like camping.
After a few weeks, my visits to my brother were moved to inside the central courtyard, inside the jail, behind the bars, surrounded by hundreds of men.
FINDING MY NIECE: The Home for Girls
In between visiting my brother, speaking with lawyers in an attempt to secure his freedom and searching daily in shelters and orphanages for my niece, it was with the assistance of the consulate that we found her several weeks later. She was being housed in a shelter for girls, called The Home for Girls. A home that housed girls under the age of 18 that had been abused or sold or trafficked.
I had the intention of collecting her immediately when we found her, but I was to discover that she had been awarded temporary custody to state services. It was heart-breaking, mind blowing that a foreign citizen could be awarded custody to a state organisation of a different country.
Each week I would spend time with my brother and the other half of the week I would visit my niece for an allocated 3 hours in a small room, six hours away located on another island. When I asked my niece what her favourite game was at the shelter, she told me it was to find bottle tops in the dirt that the girls used for a game in the absence of toys.
I was not allowed to visit where my niece was being held, but she did receive a consular visit and she was declared, the most vulnerable child abroad at that time. I understand her basic need were being met food, water and shelter but she was being held in conditions with no toilets, no sheets, no medical care, no one spoke English – her only language, she was being housed with girls that had experienced significant trauma, she was being cared for by another girl in the shelter as she was unable to care for herself, she was only 4 years of age and she wanted desperately to come home with me. Her incarceration went against every violation on the International Right of Children, but still – the provincial court would not hand over to me.
When I lost the second custody hearing for my niece, it was really a devasting blow.
I remember walking outside, I had a driver called Jack, he had the most joyful smile, with missing teeth and he drove the oldest van I had ever seen but he treated it like it was a Rolls Royce.
He looked at me and said, “mam I think we should go to simila, the cathedral of miracles – the cathedral by the sea.” I said ok Jack, I was willing to do anything.
I forgot to ask how far it was and I found myself still in the old van, on a barge crossing a giant river to another island.
SIMILA: The Cathedral of Miracles
It was another 5 hours to simila through the jungle, past spectacular scenery, beautiful ocean and long, very long windy roads.
So, the cathedral was not exactly what I had thought of like the cathedrals I had seen in Europe but it was a large as a cathedral it just didn’t have the architectural integrity perhaps but it was alive and it was filled with such faith, hope and love.
It wasn’t just a tourist attraction it was a living, breathing place of worship. There were rows of men working on it, bare chested carrying buckets – like out of some bizarre ancient scene from a movie, walking up this mountain by the sea, there was a wall several stories high made with broken coloured glass, there were lots and lots of steps and rooms and nooks and religious figures and timber and mud bricks, it was the most bizarre feat of architecture I have ever seen, childlike, yet Simila was also magnificent.
I saw people lighting candles in one section, so I did that and then I saw people putting holy water on their head, so I did that too, I saw people queuing up with a note they had written for the priest to read and pray upon and I did that too, on the paper I wrote, please allow my brother and niece their freedom. I wondered if I should pay twice, was it considered 2 prayers?
And then I decided to sit down, and I walked to the front of a pew in one of the small side rooms.
I looked down and I saw a bottle cap.
It was then that something broke in me, I think that times in life when there is no one left to help, when all hope seems lost, when there is nothing more we can do to push and force and achieve, we have no choice but to get down on our knees and pray.
And pray I did, I have never been taught to pray, I don’t consider myself to be part of any specific religion, but I sobbed like a child, and for the second time since that first phone call – again I was gifted the emotional signature – and it was relayed to me that everything was going to be ok. A calm timelessness overcame me, and I stopped struggling and instead I searched for meaning.
It was then that I realised how blessed we had been, and I was shown all the synchronicities, the miracles that had occurred along the way. I won’t go into details, but paperwork that appeared and disappeared miraculously, help that came without asking, people that came into our life, legal hearings that were delayed for a greater reason, locations that we went to that were not part of the plan.
And I was gifted a miracle that day at simila – I was gifted insight and freedom and recognised that in each moment we create our meaning.
I will share with you next week, what happened next.
How to COMMUNICATE WITH THE AFTERLIFE?
We can often assume because we can’t see angles or guides or loved ones our physical eyes, they are not real. Well, we can’t see faith and we cant see love and we cant see hope, but we know they exist. Spirits, the nonphysical, vibrate at a frequency above the visible range, and much higher than our frequency and density of matter – our body.
Communication with the non physical realms is most often not like to speaking to the person in their physical body, it is soft and subtle and gentle and requires patience and 3 simple principles that you can also incorporate into anything you want to do or be or have.
- Faith – belief that it will occur
- Hope – expect
- Love – allow this to be a feeling experience
I am so excited to continue to offer to you, Intuited Readings.
Click here to learn more or click here book a Reading. The information source may vary from the Non-physical – the Quantum Field, the realm of thought – although always the communication is of the highest vibration.
This is a multi-sensory experience and I have remembered my ability to access portals where I can receive information that you are ready to hear at this point in time in your life.
What have I LEARNT FROM MY LIFE?
I have learnt from my experiences that our lifetimes our short in the larger picture of all that is – moments are important, not things, it’s the memories we take with us, the experiences and the way we choose to experience them is what enables our growth and evolution.
Thoughts turn to things – Be mindful of what you say to yourself, be mindful of your words, as your soul will move mountains to achieve your thoughts, so too – listen to your thoughts and choose them wisely.
Don’t allow circumstance to limit your potential, but rather see them as an opportunity.
We have incarnated into this humanness to be human, to have experiences and to learn to be the best version of ourselves we can be.
Now abide in these three, faith, hope and love but the greatest of these is love.
Thank you so much for listening today.
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