One of the really nice things about having a
smart friend, is they occasionally share something they read that directly
applies to what you are going through in the present. This good friend, who
shall remain unnamed, said to me she was reading that Carl Jung once said, “The
souls of our ancestors reside in the pots in the kitchen.”
Several weeks later, I was on the phone with a
friend in Los Angeles and all of a sudden it hit me to share that with her. So
I said to her, “Spirit is telling me to tell you that Carl Jung was quoted as
saying, “The souls of our ancestors reside in the pots in our kitchen.” She
paused, and said, “ Well I have my Aunt Gerri’s bean pot right behind me.” That
was all it took and in popped Aunt Gerri, here in Arnaudville, Louisiana -- in
my house. She was standing to my left and somewhat behind me off to my side. I
described her stature. She was a little chunky and funny. My friend confirmed
this. I loved Gerri instantly. She reminded me of my Aunt Bea. As a matter of
fact, I think she was wearing an apron as my Aunt Bea always wore. She gave me
the letter “S” and showed me a chalkboard with chalk. I was relaying this to my
friend on the other end of the phone who was weeping and laughing through her
tears. She said “S” is Gerri’s granddaughter, “Sarah”. The schoolteacher is Aunt
Gerri’s daughter, Eileen.
For some odd reason, my husband Charlie, who
had the whole house to himself, came at that very moment and stood in front of
Aunt Gerri. I mean, it was like a cat or a dog might do while you’re trying to
watch television. He was just blocking my view of her. I said “Charlie! You are
standing in front of Aunt Gerri!” He stood speechless for a moment, as though
he was in a far away place. It took him a moment to react with, “Oh I’m sorry!
I didn’t know.” Even at that moment it seemed weird and I was shocked at his
behavior. Charlie has learned in our four years of wedded bliss to keep his
distance from me at certain times, especially if I am on the phone. I do a lot
of phone readings and he is really good about giving me my space and honoring
the process.
Our conversation ended and Charlie and I went
on with our day. A couple of hours went by, when I received a text from my
friend in Los Angeles. She was telling me that after Aunt Gerri came through so
strongly, she felt the need to call her cousin Eileen the school teacher, to
tell her she had heard from her mother today through a medium. When she called
and delivered the message, her cousin Eileen broke down in tears, telling her that
Gerri’s son, “Charlie” (Eileen’s brother) had just received a diagnosis today
of brain and bone cancer and was going to be in hospice care immediately. She
had been grieving terribly. With her mother coming through, Eileen was provided
with healing knowing that her deceased mother was saying, “I am here. I know
what is going on. I love you all.”
My friend in Los Angeles thanked me and said it
was obvious Aunt Gerri was letting her know she needed to comfort Eileen and
Sarah. Sarah is Charlie’s daughter and was also grateful for a call as well describing
the events.
After receiving the text, I went straight to my
husband Charlie and said, “I owe you an apology. Remember today when I was on
the phone and you came and stood in my space and I scolded you somewhat by
telling you that you were standing in front of Aunt Gerri?” He said he remembered.
I told him I was wrong and apologized. It was simply spirit’s way of trying to
get me to say the name “CHARLIE”, the name of Aunt Gerri’s dying son.
It reminds me that I have to live by faith and
trust each moment, that all things are exactly as they should be. Charlie innocently
said, “That’s ok, I didn’t see Aunt Gerri.” I replied, “But, she saw you and led you to stand right in front
of me, trying to get me to convey the fact she knew about ‘Charlie’.”
So it’s true, “The souls of our ancestors
reside in our pots in the kitchen.” You might look around your own kitchen and
see who is there. They might have something very interesting to say!
I received the following response from the client:
I was
floored when Allyson started describing Aunt Gerri -- she was so spot on. She
was always my favorite aunt and not just because we shared the same birthday.
Gerri was truly the kindness person I have ever known. As my mother used to
say, “There is not a mean bone in your Aunt Gerri’s body.”
Aunt Gerri
gave me that bean pot many years ago on my wedding day. She told me it had been
my grandmother’s and on down the line for generations. It meant a lot for her
to hand it over to me.
After
talking with Allyson, I brought the pot down and looked inside. It was filled
with champagne corks written with the dates of sentimental milestones on them –
most of them happy, some of them sad. As I rolled each cork between my fingers,
I remembered each moment so vividly.
So yes, the
bean pot I inherited from Aunt Gerri is filled with the souls of my ancestors.
In the meantime, my sweet cousin Sarah got it so simply right. She said her
grandmother was letting them know she was there to “receive her son”.
Thank you
Aunt Gerri and Allyson, for helping us in our grieving for Charlie.
