Love, Loss and the Journey of the Soul

Written by Jess Mangum

Jess Mangum is a seasoned mystic, medium, healer, and mentor. She guides and supports other healers and intuitives in identifying and strengthening their gifts, fulfilling their soul’s purpose, and catapulting their Higher Self in connection with the Divine Source to the next level of awareness. She is a healer’s healer.

February 10, 2020

Love, Loss and the Journey of the Soul

Image: Soul Sisters. My aunt to the left, my mom on the right. A flash of love in time.

I just lost my aunt. Best way I can say it right now. The pain of loss, the grief associated with this physical loss comes in waves. In one way, being a medium with the ability to see outside of this plane is a gift. In this specific instance, when it is someone who helped form my person, who always sent me gifts for every holiday and my birthday, whose babies I grew up with – it’s a greater challenge. I will never be able to hold her hand again, to get a hug, to hear her laugh. I am just so grateful I was able to see her exactly one month before her physical form left this plane.

With her permission, and that of my cousins and mother (her sister), I wanted to share with you what I saw, felt, heard as she was transitioning. Death is a part of life, and so I’d like to share with you my personal interpretation (best way I can describe it) through my aunt’s eyes and Spirit. Some of you may be familiar with this through reading literature (which I admittedly have not read yet – except “Many Lives, Many Masters”) or through personal experience, while others may merely be curious. Because it is my interpretation, take these words with a grain of salt. If you relate, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

The Transition:

The morning of her death, I was standing in the kitchen with my husband, reflecting on our visit with Bunny in early January 2020. At the time we were standing there chatting, my mother was in Florida staying with my aunt and the family. We had just contacted my mom and the cousins for a status report – they had transferred her to Hospice, and she was being medicated every two hours to keep her comfortable. It’s the norm.

All of a sudden, she came to me. This is what she said (I still get choked up):

“Hi Jessie, you were right! You can hear me. (I laughed). Please tell my family I will miss them so much. I love them dearly, and I am so grateful for each of them. Please tell my friends how much I appreciate their friendship – how much I loved spending that time with them. Right now I keep floating upward and I see all the pastel colors – just light.”

[I closed my eyes and “tapped in” to see – literally looks like a pale, sweet sunset with different colors of lights – spirits – floating all around. Beautiful. I saw the angels surrounding her – to me they look like a myriad of neon-like colors. Her other sister who had passed, my grandparents and Jesus were there looking at her with love. Jesus’ arms were outstretched and his eyes were soft and gentle. Our family and that which we put our faith in while on this planet (i.e. Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed) are all there to greet us and help with the transition. I realized when she showed me this that I saw these same colors all around me the day I gave birth to my youngest daughter, Izzy. I made the connection: We are birthed into this world from a plethora of color and light and we leave in the same manner.]

“I’m ready to go,” she said. I sobbed.

And then I felt her leave that plane, like a heaviness, a sign that she had flashed back into her physical form again. I regrouped and got ready for my day. Easier said than done, for the record.

Around 10:45 that morning, a felt a shooting pain in my heart. It was my aunt, but I wasn’t sure why. Hours later, my cousin informed me they were dropping oxygen levels. I was physically connected to her. Sometimes it physically hurts us too.

That night at 7:15ish, I was in the bathroom getting Izzy ready for bed (she’s five now). My aunt came and spoke to me again. I was, inevitably, asking her something mundane about parenting, and she responded with gentleness to “just enjoy.” Her voice was as clear as a bell. I sensed she had “gone” due to the clarity of her voice, her frequency. I put Izzy to bed, came out to the kitchen, glanced at my phone and saw my mom had called. I thought, “She’s gone.”

The pain in my heart and the crying, the release, comes in waves. Memories pop up like flashes of dreams serendipitously. Gratitude and appreciation for the spark of life we are while we’re here enter my mind. And I truly REALize how special and unique we are – gifts to each other, to this world, and to the Heavens (our true HOME).

Questions entered my mind – and I’m sure we’ve all thought these before – but I began to really wonder:

  • Why are we so darn hard on ourselves?
  • Why do we focus on the past and into a future we really can’t see?
  • Why do we hold resentments toward people – it’s such a waste of energy?
  • Why would we focus on fear, ever?

Lastly, though I do not “know” for sure what happens when we leave our physical body, this is what I understand to transpire:
For the first few weeks or so, our spirit surrounds our family. We say good-bye. Then we begin the ascension process. Part of that process is to review the original “contract” we wrote before we came here. We reflect on what fears we overcame, what we “ran” from, what we can perhaps work on next time should we choose to return. Each time we come, we have more knowledge and insight, more wisdom, that we carry within our soul space. We also carry hurts and special ties to people who “travel” with us between lives – typically family, friends, or our soul group. The voices and energy that I hear and sense “feel” closer when someone first passes. As time on this plane passes, their light grows brighter, and they feel “distant.” It’s tricky to put into words, but as we ascend, our physical, emotional and mental ties to this plane become less and less.

I will say that any “soul baggage” that we carry through each transition goes with us. Some of us have a carry-on, while others have trunks. There is no judgment here. BUT, we all have aspects of our soul to clear and cleanse. The more we work on to heal in this plane with the ones who surround us and within ourselves, the quicker we ascend. It’s like a weight lifted every time we dig deeper to forgive and just LOVE. And the most important person to forgive? YOU, my friends.

Closing thought: This world is not lasting. It is a glimpse, a speck, in the light of eternity. For some, this may invoke fear, for others perhaps it’s a relief. For me, it is my Truth and understanding, and I’m sticking to it. Let’s make the most of this time while we’re here and consider all the reasons we love the ones who are specifically in our lives for the purpose of growth, expansion, forgiveness and love… really that encompasses every person with whom we come into contact.

Sending love, peace and clarity ALWAYS,

P.S. – If you are in the Charlotte area, join us this Sunday the 16th at Ahlara for a soul space clearing (information under “Events” below). Call to register: 704-662-0946. Due to the intimacy of this workshop, space is limited. We will be traveling to the origin of each of our souls and removing our baggage on our return back… pretty healing.

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