Mental Health and Suicide Prevention?

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2023 was a very strange and transitional year for me. I helped several friends get through their suicide bereavement, caused by losing close loved ones. I started the year helping a friend when she was informed that her father had committed suicide, then closed the year out the same way.

A Message to Help Me Understand

December of 2023 I had a friend call me, and tell me the shocking news that her father had shot himself. I shut off the stove, grabbed my keys and drove as fast as I could to be by her side.

As I sat beside her, we waited as the police finished up their business. My friend began to explain to me her concerns that her deceased father would visit her daughter, who is also a sensitive. I consoled her and told her simply tell your father to come to me first. I am here to deliver any messages he may have to give. She asked,"How do I do that?"

Simply speak it, out loud. Vibrational energy is very easy to work with, you just have to be willing to try. Speaking out loud, like prayer, and you will be heard.

So she did. She spoke from the heart,"Please Dad, please deliver any messages to Kelly and give your granddaughter time to process the death of her grandfather."

Side Note:

Oftentimes loved ones that have past will go to an unattached individual before they show themselves to loved ones. When they do present themselves to loved ones they tend to use simple signs. They play their song for the loved one to hear, or perhaps a favorite bird or butterfly will pass the loved ones path. There are usually signs everywhere, people will just brush them off as coincidental. Either way, the deceased know if and when a person is ready to hear from them.

Now Back to My Story

The police came and briefed my friend on what the next steps in the process will be, and we headed for home.

It only took a few days for me to receive a very distinct and clear message.

A Message in a Dream

I was in my backyard and could feel a presence. An energy was near. I could feel someone standing next to me, similar to when someone walks up and gets behind you in line at a store. You feel them approach, you feel their energy before you even see them. I could feel a person nearby, I spoke out loud and told them they are free to speak to me. I knew they are around, if they spoke I could hear, I would listen. If they showed me a sign I will figure it out. All was quite, then I woke up.

I got out of bed, got a drink of water, and sat down on the couch. My dog came to snuggle and we settled in. I feel back asleep.

I entered another dream. I was folding laundry in my living room when I heard music coming from the back bedroom. I said to myself "Well this is defiantly a spirit trying to talk to me." When I looked down the hallway I saw a light flickering around the room. I began to walk down the hall and was halfway to the bedroom when I heard (telepathically) "It's me, papa Dave." I smiled, ready to hear and see whatever he had to convey. I began feeling thankful that I would be able to give my friend closure in such a short amount of time. Some spirits take weeks or even years to reach out. Although the process of crossing over seems to be the same for everyone, not all spirits are ready or strong enough to reach out in the same amount of time. So, with only three days from death to manifestation I knew Papa Dave's transition must have been an easy one.

I approached the doorway to my spare room and on the bed was a music box. It was about 24 inches wide, 24 inches long and 12 inches high. The wooden lid was flipped open to reveal a clear glass globe. A multicolored light moved around under the glass dome and created a dance party effect on the walls of my bedroom. Then I heard lyrics:

"🎶 This old man he played 7, he played knick knack up to heaven, with a knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone, this old man went rollin' home.🎶"

I smiled and thanked him for one of the most definitive and clear messages I have ever received from a spirit in my over forty years of hearing them.

Why Did He Commit Suicide?

He continued by asking me to please explain to his daughter that his brain was broken. That there was nothing she could have said or done that would have changed the events that transpired. He would never have understood his value or what he had on this earth because his brain literally would not process the information. His brain was broken, all he was able to see and feel was his uselessness on this planet. He was unable to see or understand the love his children had for him. Unable to see the knowledge he possessed about tinkering/repairing things or that his love and skill for gardening could have been passed down to his grandchildren. It was not until after his death, after his soul left that broken body, that broken human shell, that he was able to understand the love and value that he possessed.

Side Note: I am hoping that with time and more blog posts I will become better at trying to explain someone else's thoughts, ideas and emotions. For now, I am doing the best I can and hope you all get the jist of what I am portraying.

I woke up happy. Happy that although I spent a lot of years in turmoil dealing with my gifts, I now get to use my abilities to bring happiness to others.

Delivering Messages

When the time was right I headed over to my friends house. Her oldest son was home with her and since he knew the truth behind what had happened I felt he needed to hear this message as much as his mom did.

I began to explain to them the dream I had. I laughed and grinned since this was the first time I had to sign in order to deliver a message. FYI, I'm no songbird, but I sang the song just as it was played for me. I asked,"Do you know that song?"

"I know the song, but those are't the words." She laughed as she spoke. I always love laughter when I am giving a reading. It gives such a sense of relief and connection.

Her son chimed in,"Yeah, but that was Papa Dave. He always made up his own lyrics to songs."

Now, I know the "This old man" song but I don't know the lyrics, so the fact that those were't the correct lyrics was news to me.

I continued to explain, the best I could, about her fathers broken brain. How he would never be able to comprehend his worth, or her love, or his value as a person because his brain just did't work like that. It was broken. All he knew was the pain he felt each and every day, whether it was physical from his back injury, or mental from his broken brain.

Whats a Broken Brain?

When I say broken brain, I do not mean something like a concussion or bruise. He more meant the way the brain was processing information. The way it thought, the neuro-pathways it used were always to negative ideas and visions. It was broken in the way it processed not damaged in the way of physical attributes. It wasn't broken in half, but broken in functionality.

He explained to me that after his death he was able to realize his situation. That he did not regret his actions because he would never be able to realize any of the great things about his life while trapped in a broken body. He wanted to make sure his daughter understood that nothing at all was her fault. That the guilt she was carrying was not warranted. Nothing she could have said or done would have changed the events that needed to happen in order for him to be in the great place he is in now.

PART 2

A Picture Can Say a Thousand Words

Here are only about 100 of those words from a photo sent to me from a friend. The spirit of the girl in the photo is the reason this blog went out today. She resonated with Papa Dave's story and knew her loved one needed to hear it and to understand it. I have a back log of blogs to write and this one was not on the calendar just yet, but sometimes in life priorities change and you do what you need to do. The young women in the photo would like everyone to understand the need to let go.

Let go of your survivors guilt. Pronounce, out loud, and let your loved one know you will always love them. You may be unsure if they know, but they never doubt it. They see your sorrow, they see your guilt, and they want you to let it go. Souls are happy once they cross over into their light. They see what was broken inside of them and know they no longer have to carry those burdens and neither should the living. Love and remember them, but let go of any and all guilt. Enjoy life. Find your happiness even in their absence.

Conclusion

The statistics show there are a lot of loved ones that have been lost to suicide. My hope is that this blog will reach the living and give them a moment of peace. Perhaps, give them answers they may need to understand the situation. Help them know that sometimes a persons brain is just broken and no matter what the loved ones try, there is nothing that could have been done to fix the issue.

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