Denver: A Spiritual Assignment

I flew into Denver International Airport on a mission to celebrate my grandmother’s birthday and to explore psychic messages I received from my great grandfather. In order to begin this adventure I would need a car, so I made my way over to Alamo early on Saturday morning wondering what I would discover. The first discovery was that renting a car is not a speedy process , the second was that two year olds can be extraordinarily affectionate (as my cousin’s daughter showered me with hugs) and the third was the true meaning of home…

The Original Message

My great grandfather was a Stolte of Cedaredge, CO. He moved to the area when he was fourteen with his family and helped them homestead 80 acres of land that in time became a productive orchard operation.

When he contacted me earlier this year he sent me several images; an old steam train, an airplane, a travel trunk and an image of an old farmhouse stamped with a heart. He told me to go…and showed the trunk opening to something that felt wonderful.

Based on these images I spoke with my aunt who lives in the area. Aside of my grandmother (who now has Alzheimer’s) my aunt remembers the family history having heard their stories from her mother and her aunts for the many years she lived nearby and visited them. I described the travel trunk to her and she identified it as my great grandfather’s. It was actually in her possession for a time but was now in very bad shape and in a place that just isn’t accessible to us…my original intent was to be open to the experience and see where it would lead. With that in mind, I went to the link between us and the real reason that I came.

Visiting Grandma

While visiting my grandmother I connected to her energy and sat sending images of birthday cakes (it was her birthday) and the old family structures I had spent the previous day visiting, right down to the taste of an orchard peach I purchased less than a mile away from her family orchards. It was then that the scene changed and I found myself in a room with her. She looked much as I remembered when we lived together. My grandmother never went anywhere without putting on her lipstick…always leaving traces of it on my cheeks, so when she kissed me hello without it I teased her and asked her why she didn’t have any on. She said she didn’t need it because she wasn’t going anywhere until her dad came to pick her up.

Then she showed me an image like a movie displaying before us. I saw my great grandfather open the door and my grandmother as a child of about five run to him. He bent down and engulfed her in a hug, picked her up and said, it’s time to go see mother (my grandmother lost her mother to surgery when she was very young). They waved and exited through the open door, I followed to stand and watch them walk up toward the same farm house he had previously shown me imprinted with a heart. Her brothers and sisters were all there seated around their mother waiting for their father’s return.

The scene closed and I was back with my grandmother lying in the nursing home bed. They got her up to eat and I went and sat with her, smoothing her forehead, relaxing the muscles in her tightened brow. She remained relaxed and happy until I announced it was time to leave. She furrowed her brow once again and I kissed her goodbye, knowing that love transcends our physical reality…that the bonds we create are not dependent on time, they are spiritual and they operate on laws of their own. In some space and place the intense love that this family held for each other lives on…and has created a home. A home of the human heart and soul…

Home

Witnessing this I ponder some of the ways in which we humans shine with beauty…we shine through our care and concern for one another….our capacity to help, to share our human experience, joy in one another and our love of this amazing adventure we call life. To me home is any place where I have experienced intense connection and love…what does home mean to you?