How would it be to know, without a doubt, that you could create any environment you want for yourself, just by working with the purest essence of the Universe? Wouldn’t it be exciting if you knew there were spirit guides that are available, anytime at all, to you alone? Would it change the way you think about things to know that there are angels dedicated to nothing more than helping you learn the life lessons you came to Earth to learn? It certainly changed Eddie Conner’s life when he was shown all these things, and more!
Like many people, Eddie had a rocky start in this world. He couldn’t change his environment in rural North Carolina, as a child, so he decided to change the way it affected him. His willingness to seek meaning in the adversity resulted in his being shown the Light of spiritual guidance. Through trial and error, Eddie learned to stand in that light, and to believe what it showed him. And it is this that he shares with everyone that comes to a workshop, a class or a private psychic reading.
Eddie’s ability to hear and see his spirit guides and angels enables him to tap into the “Higher Energies” of the Universe. Even better, he reminds us that this gift is available to us all. He helps us find ways to disperse the clouds of confusion that swirl between us and our divine Truths.
In 1995 Eddie was invited to the West Coast to be a guest at a major radio station. The public response was so overwhelming, Eddie was asked to move to California and host a show of his own. In the face of this exciting opportunity, Eddie did what he always did, he consulted his guides. To his vast delight, his wants and his guidance agreed this time. This was what he was intended to do. With a full heart he went home to fulfill some previous obligations, sell everything he owned, and move to the other side of the country.
When Eddie got back to Los Angeles, the radio station had undergone internal changes and the job he came to fill no longer existed.
At first, Eddie was devastated. He forgot all about “Divine Plan” and things being in “Perfect Order”. All he knew was that he had dreams, and Los Angeles was now part of them, and he didn’t want to give them up.
In the face of this disappointment, Eddie could have gone home, told his story and gotten plenty of sympathy and support as he stepped back into the comfort and safety of his old environment.
The best example of Eddie’s life philosophy in action, is what he chose to do instead: He began with his belief that nothing is ever an accident, no matter how random it seems. He knew that he had asked for guidance every step of the way, and it had never failed him yet. So, he decided that no matter how this situation looked from the outside, there must be inner harmony with his life plan, he just needed to find it…
… and what he found was, an entire city full of people, hungry to hear the message he knows to be true. Because Eddie is always learning and growing himself, he continually fine-tunes his techniques. That is what Eddie has to teach us, ‘Practical Spiritual Living’.
“Our past is the photograph of where we have been, what we have learned from it creates the roadmap to our future, but the gift of our life is today… that’s why it’s called the present.”
I do intuitive readings because of my best friend, Tim. We met in 1982 and have been inseparable since. We shared everything. Our dreams and aspirations and also our dark times. Tim was the first person I had confessed to, about my psychic gifts. Tim’s authenticity quickly drew me out of my introverted shell. In return, I turned him onto the spiritual realm and other creative outlets. I was comfortable sharing my psychic strengths with Tim because I could finally be myself for the first time. Something I’d never experienced before. Nor had Tim.
Tim was diagnosed with AIDS in 1989. Our friendship deepened to levels I’d never known. Tim was “realistic” as he would say, about his illness. When his boss suspected that Tim was, “one of them sick people,” he was immediately fired. In true Tim form, the next morning he marched down to Duke Medical Center and volunteered, full time helping patients and their families fighting the same disease. There Tim became great friends with leading-edge doctors, nurses and psychologists that also fought the good fight.
For the next three years my waking thoughts were about making Tim comfortable as he lost more weight and declined in body and mind. My hourly prayer was, “Please guide me on how to be there for my best friend.”
Tim and I would stay up for hours talking about the afterlife, wondering if it was real. We’d ask, do angels exist? Do we have spirit guides? Can dead people send messages to us? Do deceased loved one’s know we think about them? Do we really meet our deceased loved ones when we cross over to the other side?
Questions like these set my soul ablaze. Over time I gave Tim answers to every question that we’d ever had about the afterlife, so that when his time came to cross over, Tim would know in his heart of hearts that he was going to heaven, even though he was gay.
On January 15, 1993 Tim peacefully took his last breath and passed away surrounded by his family and me, each of us absolutely knowing Tim was in heaven.
January 15th marked Tim’s, 32nd year in heaven. That Wednesday morning, I followed my regular routine. I woke up and said hello to Tim and continued chatting Tim up before heading to Vons for my two shots of expresso. While waiting for my beverage order, I still communicated back and forth with Tim telepathically.
Because talking to the dead at a Starbuck’s kiosk is frowned upon – even in Los Angeles.
In my mind’s eye, Tim showed me a picture. It was of a pencil sketch I drew for him in 1990 as part of his birthday gifts. I had drawn Tim and I together with the words to Taylor Dayne’s song, “I’ll be Your Shelter.” For both Tim and I, her lyrics expressed our devout promise to be there together every step of the way.
As the image of that sketch slowly faded in my mind, it was replaced with a soft picture of Tim’s face. He grinned, pointed his index finger up with one hand, then cupped his other hand behind his ear and said, “Listen up Queen.”
I was like, “Ah! No, you didn’t!”
My coffee order was up. I took it, thanked the barista and walked to the card aisle waiting to hear what Tim meant by listen up. Seconds later, I heard Taylor Dayne’s lyrics bumping through the speakers at Vons. I smiled with tears in my eyes. Not sad tears. Soothing.
I walked to my car smiling. A soft, “I love you, Tim”, slipped past my lips. He answered, “I love you too”. Taylor’s lyrics softly wove in and out of my heart for the rest of the day.
As I said earlier, I do intuitive readings and I connect with spirit guides and departed loved ones. It’s what I’m born to do. I’ve known this since I was five years old. But it took Tim’s love to pull me out of my old beliefs and help me step into my true life’s calling.
Tim accelerated my desire to learn about navigating our soul-human experience on both sides of the spiritual veil. Something I was blessed to help Tim traverse. The first time we met, we were best friends. We knew that we’d known each other before. We were hard wired to elevate one other, and others, usually as we laughed our assess off.
One month before Tim died, he made me promise to keep up my intuitive gifts of helping others, after his passing. I promised him that I would.
He said, “I’ve known you for eleven years, and the happiest I’ve ever seen you is when you are helping others by connecting with the spirit world.” Which is true. I have always loved all things metaphysical, but could not share it with others – until Tim.
But, I digress.
After decades of studying how the nonphysical realm operates, I’ve learned there is no such thing as death. Life is eternal. The best description I’ve ever read about the human and spirit connection comes from Henry Schott Lolland, a former Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford. He writes,
“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.”
Isn’t that beautiful? It has taken me decades to get to an emotional space as not to feel heavy grief about my best friend’s passing. And Mama and Soapy and so many other loved ones dear to me. Today communication with them is consistent, fluid. I have raised my beliefs. I know we are pure energy. I am a soul with a body at the moment and Tim is a soul without one. It’s not our words that connect us, but our heart’s purest intentions.
Which brings me to something Bashar said. “Love is the frequency of existence itself. It means you are always unconditionally supported, no matter what you choose. It means you are free to be who you truly are.”
Tim effortlessly drew me out of my limited beliefs and I can honestly say that it was an honor to return the favor. It was our shared love and friendship that allowed both of us a safe space to finally be our true selves in life – and in, the afterlife.
With Appreciation Always,
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