February 27, 2007
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Taken from The Medium Rosemary Altea's book
I would like to tell you a story of a lady who was so obsessed with heaven, believing it to be anywhere other than where she was, that for almost fifty years she lived in darkness. We will call her Mrs. Lennox. Mrs. Lennox was a war bride. She met and married her husband within five days. She was twenty-six years old. Less than two weeks after they were married, her husband, John, was called back to his barracks. He was in the Air Force, a gunner, and when Mrs. Lennox waved goodbye to him she did not realize she would never see him again. His plane was shot down 'ust days after his return and all on board were killed.
Nine itionths later, a child was born, a girl, and Mrs. Lennox named her Patricia. Years passed. Forty years. And Patricia grew into a fine young woman, was i-narried, and eventually had children of her own, three boys. Mrs. Lennox should have been happy should have been thrilled that this one child could reap bounties in which she could share.
But Mrs. Lennox was not a happy person. Ever since she was widowed she had mourned her husband with outstanding fervor. She had reproduced their wedding photograph and the one photograph she had of hii-n on his own in his Linifori-n, and had placed them all around the house. Her entire life had been spent worshiping this man she hardly knew, and every morning and every evening she vould pi-a to God to take her to him. She would beat her breast and tear her hair, weeping and walling, bemoaning her loss and the I'act she was a widow, struggling to bring up a child on her own.
Every day she looked heavenward, searching, seeking, calling his nai-ne, alN,avs believing he Could hear her, see her. Refusing any other man even the sii-iallest part of her life, she clung to her husband with a zeal that blotted out any other life, or light.
Then she heard of me. Now into her seventies, Mrs. Lennox came to me for a consultation. I knew nothing of her story, when immediately upon sitting down she told me the only person she wanted to speak to was her husband, I saw nothing Unusual about this.
I saw him straightaway, and I was pleased that I was able to make such a good connection. He told me how he had been killed during the war, and as I recounted this to Mrs. Lennox I was also able to describe the uniform he wore, and how he looked in his early thirties, with brown eyes and dark hair.
She became very excited and told me how long she had waited for this moment. Smiling my delight at her obvious pleasure, I turned back to John Lennox, expecting to continue the session. Imagine my surprise when in a voice ruff with irritation he said, "Okay, I've given her my name, rank, and serial number. Now will you tell her to go away and leave me alone?"
I was stunned. Never had I experienced this before. Looking at Mrs. Lennox, who, was totally unaware of this new situation, was watching me with a sort of suspenseftil excitement, I knew I was in trouble. I turned back to Mr. Lennox. "Please," I said, "can't you talk to her a little more? She has waited so long for this, and she knows now that you are here. If I tell her you don't want to talk to her, it will hurt her so."
"For over forty years this woman has been pulling at me, tugging at me, calling out to me for help, not once thinking to help herself. In the beginning I tried, but I refuse to say more to a woman who is a stranger to me, and who I have watched wallow in self-pity, wasting her life and her lessons," he replied. "The only reason I have come today is because she is the mother of my child, and all my love is for my daughter." With that John Lennox turned his back and refused to say another word.
There was no way I could repeat these things to Mrs. Lennox she would have been too hurt. As it was, she was hurt enough when I simply said I had lost the connection and must end the session.
Although I never saw Mrs. Lennox again, several weeks later I had another visit from Mr. Lennox, and a visit that was far removed from the last one.
His daughter came to see me. Having heard from her mother that as a medium I was not much good, but from others how good I was, Patricia Lennox decided she would see for herself. This time there was no reticence on her father's part. Very quickly John Lennox let his daughter know that he had been following her progress through life since she was a baby. He wanted to let her know how proud he was of her success despite her mother's possessiveness and narrowness.
When Patricia heard this she broke down and cried. She told me how difficult it had been for her growing up-how, when she reached her teenage years; her mother had been determined to control her life. "She had no life of her own," said Patricia, " and so she wanted control of mine. I have truly prayed that she could be happy, but I know she never will be."
How wonderful that John Lennox and his daughter found each other, found and gave love to each other. And how sad that his wife not only wasn't welcome in his life, but had had no life of her own to speak well of.
Had she known the consequences of her actions, would she have acted differently? I like to think so. I would like to think that had she understood that he needed her to live her life to the fullest.To find happiness, so that he would be free to get on with his life, she would have made more effort with her life, if not for her sake, then for his. Are they happy now? There's that question again. John Lennox was not happy with his wife but was ecstatic with his daughter. Their successes, their failures, their actions, created in him varying reactions, determining to some extent his state of well-being.
We on this earth have a responsibility to our loved ones in the spirit world, to our loved ones on this earth, and to ourselves. But if we truly wish happiness for our loved ones in the spirit world, then no matter how difficult it is, we must try to ensure that each step through life we take is a good one. A positive one-that each act we perfon-n is an act of light, an act of love. Remember that heaven is not "someplace else" but in our hearts and minds, and all around us. For we are light, and as our light grows brighter with this knowledge, then the light of all God's creatures, all beings, will embrace us, as surely as we embrace them.
This responsibility is a heavy one, not easy to carry, and we will often let our loved ones and ourselves down. Grey Eagle teaches me ... it does not matter if you fall, and if you fall again ... it only matters that you try.
