Part of my journey with Saul has been about acknowledging my continuing relationships with those who have spent time with me here but have now passed on. I don't consider myself a medium, but there are times when my empathic abilities allow me to sense those who are no longer here when I particularly need to talk to them. I've talked with grandparents and aunts, and I seem particularly close to my first mother-in-law. The most surprising one has been just this morning as I sit in my quiet time and connect.
I have been relating my story about my experiences in the Jeffrey Lundgren cult in a series on my other regular blog, From Cocoon to Butterfly (http://www.cocoontobutterfly.blogspot.com/). I've actually felt prompted by Saul to begin telling my story in this way, and I've found it to be both revealing and catharic for me. As I remember the details to their conclusion, I feel the presence of Karen Avery, the little girl who was killed by Jeff Lundgren along with her family. In many ways, her memory has haunted me for years.
I hear Karen tell me she does not want her story to be all about revenge and "justice". She wants what I want: to let her life serve as a cautionary tale about what can happen to those who follow another human instead of following the truth inside themselves--that God within. She did not die for justice. She died for love.
As I walk this path of telling my story, I choose to tell Karen's story as well. It's the least I can do for someone who could not tell her own story in life. It is definitely a story worth sharing.
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