The Hinge Squeaks

A friend has been coming to pray with me one or two mornings a week for over twenty years. It started because he loved his son deeply, and the son seemed to be battling addiction. Late last year, this son checked himself out of the local hospital against medical advice and was found a few days later, dead in the nearby woods with a bottle.

My friend was contacted by a psychic in another part of the country who believed she had been contacted by the son with a message for his Dad, He wanted his dad to know that he was well, resolved, and doing okay. 

 Later my friend began our prayer time together by wondering out loud whether his son might be helping folks still on the earth plane who had challenges like he had had. Maybe nudging them, sort of boosting them along. Might be, I responded.

Got me to recall what I know or have been taught about such things. First is, as I put it, Jesus is Lord of All. Second is what I get from the Old Testament: don’t consult or rely on folks who are ‘On the Other Side.’ And then there’s a teacher’s statement: “Just because you don’t have a body doesn’t mean that you know anything.” Okay, so where does that leave me, leave us?

 Do I think my friend’s son or anyone else on the Other Side can be helpful? Yes. Do I think it is okay to rely on that? No. I was deeply schooled in letting folks who are “post-carnate” get on with their process, whatever it might be. No clinging or leeching or adhering. Let them get on with their journey into that phase of the mystery. No dependence from us on this side. 

So if I feel an energy whiffling around, what then? My teacher taught that we could order: “Show your light or begone.” If they exist, they are creatures of Godde, so they have light to show. If not, well, they are errant thought forms and can disintegrate. Might it be more than that? Maybe. But I am not schooled enough to venture further. If someone is trying to tell me something, I refer them to Jesus. They can tell Him, and if He feels it is helpful and important, He will figure out a way to get the information to me. From Him, I am willing to accept. Not from anyone else. 

It’s a big, multi-dimensional dance out there. I don’t need to know more than that. I want to be effective and to be effective, and I need to be safe and to be safe; it’s good for me to be sticking close to the Man, the J-Man, and letting him do the work where it might be sticky for me. Then there are the saints. I have saints that I ask to pray for me. There are saints whose support I feel buoying me. So maybe, if I hear the hinge squeak, I don’t need to answer. But maybe I can let in the blessing.