As published in the Spiritual Niagara Newsletter September, 2015 http://spiritualniagara.ca/newsletter/2015/09.pdf |
Rainsticks are ceremonial musical instruments used to invoke the rain spirits. They are made by people who live in the deserts of northern Chile. In Chile, rainsticks are traditionally made from dead cactus tubes with hundreds of cactus spines hammered into the tube. Tiny lava pebbles cascade gently through the tube, sounding much like rain.
About 5 years ago, I started noticing that the rainstick my Uncle Murray had given me as a Christmas present 10 years prior, that I then had casually leaning against the front door / my office door of the house in Fenwick, had started – here and there – making its own noise, on its own. To this day, I can’t tell you exactly what it is that happens but now – 5 years later – I can tell you, the noise is created by spirit.
This, I had come to call “my first method of direct communication with the spirit world – a cause and effect – I ask, they answer.” This seems to be an exemption to the “do not ask us to perform parlour tricks – and furthermore, advocate against it” agreement I have with them.
This, I guess, is a side agreement. One I don’t have much insight on, but probably am not supposed to - at this time.
At first back in Fenwick, (in the summer of 2010) the ‘tink’ sound occurred randomly, just at the rim of my awareness. Once I really noticed the sounds, I asked in my head, “hey, if that is you (referring to anyone in the 4th dimension who can hear me in my head) making the rainstick make that ‘tinking’ sound, do it again.”
And it happened again, almost instantly. I giggle, “cool”.
So, I began paying attention. At first, it was only when I was nowhere near the door. It only happened in the summer, when the wooden door was always open and the screen door was put in. I deduced that spirits where coming and going out that door as mentioned by Liane Kinsmen’s The Essence, the higher-level entity she channels, but only when the wooden door was open and no one was standing in the way. But then it began happening – the ‘tink’ occurred while I was standing there. This was an odd experience as it dawned on me, someone had just passed through me. This continued until I moved out of that house. I just became comfortable with it and accepted it as a part of the experience of living in that extraordinary house.
When I moved to Crystal Beach for a year, I leaned the stick next to my bedroom door, in the living room. Maybe because the stick was standing on hardwood floor instead of on rug as in Fenwick; the ‘tink’ sounded louder in the beach. And I noticed that it would go off when there was something on TV, or a live conversation was going on in the living room, about death. I don’t mention this morbidly. I got the sense that whomever it was causing the stick to ‘tink’ in Crystal Beach was interested in people learning about the process of death. Not in a sad or movie-like, dramatic and traumatic way, just the reality. ‘Death’ as a part of the journey. The ironic message is, there is no ‘death’, just transformation.
The rainstick was not used after that for a while. I put it against the head of my bed at Dad’s for a while, and then at my Welland office. Once in a while there was a faint ‘tink’ but nothing worth remembering.
However, now here in Ridgeway, its purpose was apparent the first day I brought it here, to my office. First off, I received a message to bring it to the office before doing anything else (move stuff in or paint) to test the place – it felt like someone was here. Within an hour, there was a ‘tink’.
“I thought so”, was my reaction. That moment ignited a whole journey involving Norman, a spirit with unfinished business.
These days, the rainstick is a daily part of my experience between myself, the people who come to see me here and the spirit world. Almost every morning, there is at least one ‘tink’, coming out of the dawn’s silence as I drink my first coffee. I reply out loud with a simple, “good morning”.
The Rainstick and Love
This summer held the most impressive show of ability to use the rainstick. It was by, let’s call it, a fresh spirit – someone who had just passed away. Wednesday, July 8, a woman I’ve come to know quite well lost her love to a stroke. They had only been together for a short while – not quite 3 months – but it was about the quality, not the quantity for them. They were soulmates. The following day, I battled this overwhelming sense of grief that I knew wasn’t mine. The woman’s face kept coming to mind and I knew I was tapping into her experience, but at the rim of my awareness, periodically stepping in, was her recently passed love. The message was, “You help her please,” and then he was gone; back in a while later that day with, “don’t forget to help her,” and again, gone. He was quite busy for just passing not even 24 hours prior.
I sent her a brief reaching out on facebook to remind her I was here if needed. Five days later, I received a text from her, “Are you available today at 4?” I made myself available.
I could catch glimpses of his awareness as the next couple hours flowed by. A psychic/medium friend of mine popped by for a quick coffee and visit just priority to the appointment.
At the end of our visit, he asked me, “So what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?” I explained the meeting with this woman and her circumstance, leaving out identifying details to keep her confidentiality, of course. My friend smiled and looked over my shoulder at the entrance to the kitchen, “Ah cool. And he got her ahead of time,” nodding his head in recognition to the man he saw standing behind where I was sitting.
For the next hour, I could feel this newly-passed soul’s emotions and anxieties build. The energy was affecting me at all levels. I realized he was having trouble dealing with the intensified, emotional experience in the 4th dimension. After all, in the life he just completed, he was a big man, a trucker with hard shell, who didn’t cry and didn’t show his emotion to too many. Now the intensity was overwhelming for him. His temporary illusion was that he had no control over it.
My first boundary to him, “If you are going to stay, you have to tone it down.”
He worked on it.
I got the message that it was important to him to be able to let his love know he was here, and he was ok. What I didn’t know at that moment was that his love was at home getting ready to come see me, while asking him to somehow show himself. “Ok, I’m going to see Christine. Prove to me through her that you are ok.”
I pointed to the rainstick. “If you want her to know you are here, use the rainstick. Learn how to use it. Get the others (my people) to teach you.” I touched the stick and started to explain to him that there are tiny pebbles inside the stick, all resting at the bottom. “Somehow, you guys can make 1 or 2 lift and drop, or pop, or something. Just ask them.”
It was true. I have no idea exactly how they make this ‘tink’ sound but it is not random or can be logically explained away. It just happens.
It took about 20 minutes, just shortly before my grieving friend was about to arrive, that the stick let out this comparatively loud ‘tink’!
I raised both thumbs in the air and smiled, “Alright! Good one!”
Within the first ten minutes of our meeting, the rainstick went off 5 times. I smiled slightly each time, taking mental note of what was being talked about at the moment of each ‘tink’, but not making a comment.
She hadn’t given me permission to initiate connection between her and her lost love. She hadn’t asked about his spirit. I was not about to assume she was ready and willing to hear that he was standing in the same room with her. At that point, to me, she was here for grief counselling.
Then she began to cry, “I just need to know he’s ok. I just want to hear from him. I think I catch a feel of him sometimes, but then I think it’s just my imagination, or wishful thinking.”
There was my opening. “Do you want to know?”
“Yes.”
There it was – my permission.
So I began to tell her of my experience of her lost love, from the day after he passed, on. I told her that I asked him to use the rainstick. Five seconds it took him – ‘tink’. We both just smiled in silence at each other.
For the rest of our 2 hours, I have to say, I have not witnessed any other spirit use this rainstick so much. Every few minutes he let one go, sometimes a few pebbles at a time.
So many things happen in our world that we have no explanations for. If we let go of the need to feel control by needing to know the why’s and how’s, we will understand and embrace that its not a matter of “seeing is believing” but “believing is seeing”.
And there again, lies the true magic. We are surrounding by it. Capture it with your awareness….and be amazed!!!
It’s Autumn my lightworker friends! Whoo hoo! Feel that energy!
~ Christine
About 5 years ago, I started noticing that the rainstick my Uncle Murray had given me as a Christmas present 10 years prior, that I then had casually leaning against the front door / my office door of the house in Fenwick, had started – here and there – making its own noise, on its own. To this day, I can’t tell you exactly what it is that happens but now – 5 years later – I can tell you, the noise is created by spirit.
This, I had come to call “my first method of direct communication with the spirit world – a cause and effect – I ask, they answer.” This seems to be an exemption to the “do not ask us to perform parlour tricks – and furthermore, advocate against it” agreement I have with them.
This, I guess, is a side agreement. One I don’t have much insight on, but probably am not supposed to - at this time.
At first back in Fenwick, (in the summer of 2010) the ‘tink’ sound occurred randomly, just at the rim of my awareness. Once I really noticed the sounds, I asked in my head, “hey, if that is you (referring to anyone in the 4th dimension who can hear me in my head) making the rainstick make that ‘tinking’ sound, do it again.”
And it happened again, almost instantly. I giggle, “cool”.
So, I began paying attention. At first, it was only when I was nowhere near the door. It only happened in the summer, when the wooden door was always open and the screen door was put in. I deduced that spirits where coming and going out that door as mentioned by Liane Kinsmen’s The Essence, the higher-level entity she channels, but only when the wooden door was open and no one was standing in the way. But then it began happening – the ‘tink’ occurred while I was standing there. This was an odd experience as it dawned on me, someone had just passed through me. This continued until I moved out of that house. I just became comfortable with it and accepted it as a part of the experience of living in that extraordinary house.
When I moved to Crystal Beach for a year, I leaned the stick next to my bedroom door, in the living room. Maybe because the stick was standing on hardwood floor instead of on rug as in Fenwick; the ‘tink’ sounded louder in the beach. And I noticed that it would go off when there was something on TV, or a live conversation was going on in the living room, about death. I don’t mention this morbidly. I got the sense that whomever it was causing the stick to ‘tink’ in Crystal Beach was interested in people learning about the process of death. Not in a sad or movie-like, dramatic and traumatic way, just the reality. ‘Death’ as a part of the journey. The ironic message is, there is no ‘death’, just transformation.
The rainstick was not used after that for a while. I put it against the head of my bed at Dad’s for a while, and then at my Welland office. Once in a while there was a faint ‘tink’ but nothing worth remembering.
However, now here in Ridgeway, its purpose was apparent the first day I brought it here, to my office. First off, I received a message to bring it to the office before doing anything else (move stuff in or paint) to test the place – it felt like someone was here. Within an hour, there was a ‘tink’.
“I thought so”, was my reaction. That moment ignited a whole journey involving Norman, a spirit with unfinished business.
These days, the rainstick is a daily part of my experience between myself, the people who come to see me here and the spirit world. Almost every morning, there is at least one ‘tink’, coming out of the dawn’s silence as I drink my first coffee. I reply out loud with a simple, “good morning”.
The Rainstick and Love
This summer held the most impressive show of ability to use the rainstick. It was by, let’s call it, a fresh spirit – someone who had just passed away. Wednesday, July 8, a woman I’ve come to know quite well lost her love to a stroke. They had only been together for a short while – not quite 3 months – but it was about the quality, not the quantity for them. They were soulmates. The following day, I battled this overwhelming sense of grief that I knew wasn’t mine. The woman’s face kept coming to mind and I knew I was tapping into her experience, but at the rim of my awareness, periodically stepping in, was her recently passed love. The message was, “You help her please,” and then he was gone; back in a while later that day with, “don’t forget to help her,” and again, gone. He was quite busy for just passing not even 24 hours prior.
I sent her a brief reaching out on facebook to remind her I was here if needed. Five days later, I received a text from her, “Are you available today at 4?” I made myself available.
I could catch glimpses of his awareness as the next couple hours flowed by. A psychic/medium friend of mine popped by for a quick coffee and visit just priority to the appointment.
At the end of our visit, he asked me, “So what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?” I explained the meeting with this woman and her circumstance, leaving out identifying details to keep her confidentiality, of course. My friend smiled and looked over my shoulder at the entrance to the kitchen, “Ah cool. And he got her ahead of time,” nodding his head in recognition to the man he saw standing behind where I was sitting.
For the next hour, I could feel this newly-passed soul’s emotions and anxieties build. The energy was affecting me at all levels. I realized he was having trouble dealing with the intensified, emotional experience in the 4th dimension. After all, in the life he just completed, he was a big man, a trucker with hard shell, who didn’t cry and didn’t show his emotion to too many. Now the intensity was overwhelming for him. His temporary illusion was that he had no control over it.
My first boundary to him, “If you are going to stay, you have to tone it down.”
He worked on it.
I got the message that it was important to him to be able to let his love know he was here, and he was ok. What I didn’t know at that moment was that his love was at home getting ready to come see me, while asking him to somehow show himself. “Ok, I’m going to see Christine. Prove to me through her that you are ok.”
I pointed to the rainstick. “If you want her to know you are here, use the rainstick. Learn how to use it. Get the others (my people) to teach you.” I touched the stick and started to explain to him that there are tiny pebbles inside the stick, all resting at the bottom. “Somehow, you guys can make 1 or 2 lift and drop, or pop, or something. Just ask them.”
It was true. I have no idea exactly how they make this ‘tink’ sound but it is not random or can be logically explained away. It just happens.
It took about 20 minutes, just shortly before my grieving friend was about to arrive, that the stick let out this comparatively loud ‘tink’!
I raised both thumbs in the air and smiled, “Alright! Good one!”
Within the first ten minutes of our meeting, the rainstick went off 5 times. I smiled slightly each time, taking mental note of what was being talked about at the moment of each ‘tink’, but not making a comment.
She hadn’t given me permission to initiate connection between her and her lost love. She hadn’t asked about his spirit. I was not about to assume she was ready and willing to hear that he was standing in the same room with her. At that point, to me, she was here for grief counselling.
Then she began to cry, “I just need to know he’s ok. I just want to hear from him. I think I catch a feel of him sometimes, but then I think it’s just my imagination, or wishful thinking.”
There was my opening. “Do you want to know?”
“Yes.”
There it was – my permission.
So I began to tell her of my experience of her lost love, from the day after he passed, on. I told her that I asked him to use the rainstick. Five seconds it took him – ‘tink’. We both just smiled in silence at each other.
For the rest of our 2 hours, I have to say, I have not witnessed any other spirit use this rainstick so much. Every few minutes he let one go, sometimes a few pebbles at a time.
So many things happen in our world that we have no explanations for. If we let go of the need to feel control by needing to know the why’s and how’s, we will understand and embrace that its not a matter of “seeing is believing” but “believing is seeing”.
And there again, lies the true magic. We are surrounding by it. Capture it with your awareness….and be amazed!!!
It’s Autumn my lightworker friends! Whoo hoo! Feel that energy!
~ Christine