It's not for her, it's for you

The sun’s glare blinded my vision. As I made my way across the road, I squinted to see if the others had already arrived. It appeared unusually quiet considering it was Friday night. I was the first to arrive at the restaurant and chose the corner table on the outside deck, which was perfectly suited to people watch.

“Laura!” my friend Sophie shouted from across the street. Pushing my chair away from the table, I stood eagerly awaiting to embrace my friend. As I did, another set of arms belonging to my friend Lynn, wrapped themselves around me.

There wasn’t a quiet moment after we gathered. Even the waiter went unnoticed while menus, water and bread miraculously appeared before us. It wasn’t long before night settled in and we had talked about everything from work, family, money, and simply life in general.

It was in the last hour of our reunion that I realized we weren’t alone in our discussion. A woman sitting with her back towards us had eased dropped in on our conversation, and was so damn obvious about it, that I was distracted. At this point, she turned towards Sophie and interrupted our conversation.

“Excuse me miss,” she said, “Your accent….is it British?”

Sophie turned from our discussion to address her inquire. Meanwhile, Lynn and I continued our conversation yet I’m still distracted by what I overhear going on the other side of our table. Her simple words became instantly dark.

“The girls you are having dinner with are bad people…they…….”

Is she talking about me?....Do I know herrrrr???

I looked around the table to see the others reactions. They appeared just as taken by this woman’s words as I was. My blood pressure rose. And it felt like a warrior drum beat within my chest. Sophie appeared captivated like she was in a hypnotic trance. The woman continued the nightmare by degrading my friend and me. Lynn turned her chair to understand if she was really hearing what she thought she heard. She joined in on the dialog. It was then I saw a woman’s spirit appear above the girl’s shoulders. She looked to be near my age, extremely thin, with over died hair. The spirit stood near the woman as if she was a daughter.

She turned to me and commanded, “Don’t believe a word this woman is saying.”

How can I not…

“She doesn’t know what she says,” while stroking her mothers head.

What? Her intentions seem purely hateful….

“She is from the streets,” as she points out the shopping bags alongside her. I hadn’t noticed them till now.

And sooooooooooo………

“You can’t even comprehend the loneliness she bares, the incredible sadness of losing her family. She lost me to the world and I took my life. Her family blamed her for my mistakes. The despair she burdens is so grand that it lead her to soul search while wandering the streets.”

The daughter placed her hand upon the woman’s shoulder. The street lady’s face appeared distressed, contorted, she continued to add fuel to the fire. My head spinned.

Why is this happening?

“She is full of rage …this is her release,” the spirit replied, “I’ve been following to help her awaken, but she hasn’t heard my call….”

Right….

“…don’t take it personally,” she shrugged.

I felt a warming sensation break through the exterior of my heart.

“Send her blessings,” she coaxed gently.

Uh, that’s a bit much!

“Trust me… send her love….”

She doesn’t deserve it.

“It’s not for her, it’s for you..”

How so…

“Release the negative energy from your heart,” she said, “Besides that, she won’t leave until you forgive her.”

In that case…. Help me.

Within moments, my heart melted and I felt love break through. And it was enough to send forth to this woman. I was guided to telepathically tell her that she was safe and loved. Furthermore, I shared that I forgave her. A moment hadn’t past before her face changed from harsh features to a soft glow that seemed to have captured the candlelight from our table.

“Thank you.”

Her daughter’s gratitude gave me goose bumps. The lady grabbed her bags, stood and said, “well ladies, my girlfriends never did show for dinner… I best be on my way. Good evening.”

The girls appeared stunned by her sudden change in demeanor. I was shocked. Disbelief really, as she made way past our table and wandered into the street. Her daughter followed her like a guardian angel. I stood to see them off. And as I did, they disappeared into the night. I looked up the street, down the street, across the street…they were no were to be found.

I plopped back into my seat dazed and confused. My friends wanted to relive our whole ordeal. Their giggles regarding our experience went past me…my heart couldn’t bare to participate. No longer had the fuel. I was in awe of the transformation in my soul.