The Bear and the Beer
It’s a story of hope, love, and high strangeness.
On Friday, August 30th, I hosted “An Evening with Spirit” at Deep Earth Arts, where twenty strangers came together, each intending to hear me channel Spirit. When I woke up in the morning, I began to think about the day before me, including that evening’s event. All I had to do was think about the evening’s event, and a spirit was with me.
A male, a father who would be looking for his daughter. He was with me all day, or at least long enough to instruct me on what I had to do.
My instructions? I had to pick up a teddy bear that was as classic as possible. After I got a teddy bear, I was supposed to get a beer, and he showed me a Budweiser can, which I purchased after I got the teddy bear. I could see the beer being cracked open and poured out at a grave.
I put them aside, hiding them in a box near the end of the room where I would be standing. They wouldn’t be out in the open because I wouldn’t want anyone to see them as they walked in. As people came in, I encouraged them to make themselves at home, showing them where the restroom was and asking them to keep conversation about themselves to a minimum. I didn’t want to hear that they were a teacher or a nurse or what problems they might be dealing with at home. I prefer going into these situations with as blank a slate as possible.
The group events I host start with an introduction of me, how I found this path, and what people should expect. Then I segued into who had been with me all day. A dad was looking for his daughter, and a bear and a beer were supposed to be important to her. I pulled out the bear and set it on the table, then I pulled out the beer and set it beside the bear.
Imagine my faith in Spirit to do this in front of strangers. This has happened to me before, and each time, a small part of me is afraid I will fall on my face. Imagine how there might not have been a daughter in that room who didn’t have a father and to whom a beer and a teddy bear might not have any significance.
But, as the Universe has shown me time and again, Faith over Fear wins out every time.
Slowly, a woman raised her hand. She said quietly that she thought it might be for her. After her father passed, along with others in her family, she had teddy bears made from their clothing. Then she said her dad and other people, like her uncles, liked beer. She gave the eulogy at her dad’s funeral, and after the eulogy, she cracked open his favorite beer and poured it out.
From there, I gave her messages from her father and then her mother. The rest of the evening, I bounced around the room with dads, stepdads, moms, grandmothers, and more, all coming through to show their love to those in attendance. Each message I passed along included messages of well-being, gratitude, and encouragement of their loved ones still living to treat themselves well.
I share this message in hopes that you realize that your Beloved Dead, Ancestors, and Guiding Spirits are with you all the time. They are in constant communication with us, hoping to guide us and heal us, hoping that we somehow hear them. They are a large source of our intuition, speaking to us primarily through feelings, sensations, impressions, and sometimes images and words directly. From my experience, it takes about a half-second before our rational, intellectual mind kicks in and begins to process what we’re receiving from Spirit, causing us to think that we’re simply thinking of things randomly. I hope you can listen to your heart and know that they guide you, and can’t wait to be reunited with you one day when you return to Spirit.
All our loved ones in Spirit want for us is to be well and to be at peace. They love working through people like me to provide evidence that they carry on and that they’ll be reunited one day. While we’re here, they want us to live life while we have it.
It only lasts so long.
