Suicide and Split Souls
Brigid Curran 10 November 2013
10th March 2010 I read that a
friend of mine died suddenly at home (aged 51) I had not seen him for over 20
years so wondered what had happened to the vibrant person I once knew.
Being on a spiritual journey I am aware
that everything happens for a reason and that we should learn by events that occur
in our lives. This helps us evolve as people. It does not stop you questioning
your belief system.
I
would like to share this journey with you in the hopes that you will understand
that we are destined to be here and should we cut our lives short, we simply
have to rectify this in another life.
Late in 2010 I had a dream, a vivid
dream. I am a person who does not dream a lot and when I do have one it is
usually due to something I have eaten the night before, pickled onions are
notorious for doing this. I digress.
I found myself walking up a hill behind
a man in red shorts. I looked up and saw my friend Pete. The way he looked in
his 20s (when I knew him) Curly hair, moustache, cute smile and twinkly
eyes. We walked together in to, what can
only be described as, a hobbit like cave with hospital beds. I noticed crutches and hospital equipment
around. Very bizarre. We talked, not
knowing how Pete had died; I asked him what had happened. He said “I found life just too difficult and
did not realize because of what I did I have to come back, please do not be sad
but I will see you again”.
Next thing I am being jolted upright in
my bed as if someone dropped me from the clouds.
The months went by and I forgot about
this dream. Little did I know I was
about to enter a journey that would change my life.
January 2011 I was at dinner, there was
a man there that was very familiar to me. The build, mannerisms, cheeky smile,
twinkle in his eye, I did not know this person prior to this dinner, so why so
familiar??? He said something to me that jolted my memory. I said “wow I had a friend who use to say
that to me” as I laughed I asked where he was from and when his birthday
was. They were the same as my friend
Pete. Coincidence…..maybe. I asked if he had connections to the area
Pete lived and he did.
This chance meeting turned out to be a
whirlwind of an event for me. Throughout
2011 I had a friendship with this person; It appeared he had a split
personality, one minute loving and caring, and the next moody, angry, and
depressed ….. I did not need this in my life so I endeavored to end this
friendship. Every time I would ignore him, I would get pulled by my guides to
reconnect, to have a relationship with him, to share time with him. After
a very erratic year with him I decided I would just ignore my intuition, my
guides and especially him, as he was driving me mad. Simple right?..............Wrong!!! When you are working with Spirit you have
lessons to learn so that these messages and lessons can be imparted on
others. I was finding this also in my
readings, I found a lot more clients were coming to see me and in one way or
another suicide was the topic.
One evening, after escaping from this
man and feeling very much in control now, my guides asked if I would go and see
him. I refused. They asked if I could call him.
I refused. Then the feeling to
connect became so strong I felt I was being carried to his house. Like a mad woman I found myself knocking on
his door, front door, back door, window….I started to fear the worst……he
finally answered. He came to door, asked me in. He seemed
smaller, almost childlike he was wrapped in a robe and looked soul destroyed. We sat
and talked and he explained how he was in his car and felt like driving into a
wall and ending his life, he went on to say that life had become too difficult
and he had thought about suicide a few times, but instead he seeked out the
help of his church and had talked to his minister that day and felt
better. At this point I knew I was
talking to Pete.
Pete had to come back to live his life
to that point, and work his way through it.
My guides explained that when someone takes their life, they have to
live that life again, to learn the lessons and to move through. Because I had a
connection with this person, and I was on a learning journey, my guides thought
it would be wonderful for Pete to relive his journey with me (Thanks!!)
I went home never to see this man again.
But a year later I invited him for a coffee to see what changes had occurred in
his life. When he arrived. He was not
the person I knew; there was no resemblance in his appearance to Pete and
infact he was a complete stranger to me.
That part of the lesson had been learnt and not only had Pete healed,
this person had healed too.
Recently, I asked my guides would I ever
get human proof that Pete did actually commit suicide, and if I did get proof
would I be able to handle it if he in fact did die of a heart attack perhaps
and not suicide. Would my belief system be challenged?
I recently got this proof with Pete’s
brother.
Here is an excerpt from his email to me.
Mother
told me Peter had taken sleeping pills after drinking too much and
unfortunately accidentally passed away during the night. The official verdict
was Suicide. Every
time I have spoken to mother over the last few years before Pete passed away
she was telling me he was fine she told me and confirmed Peter had a deep
depression for several years prior to the event and was on some very strong anti-depressants……
Was it nice to receive confirmation? In some way it was, but more importantly it
made me realize how precious our life is.
Reach out and ask for help if you feel this way. As committing suicide will not ease your
pain, you will still have the same lessons to learn.
Rest in Peace Pete.
Photo of Pete, how I remember him
Aged 28 - 4th Sept 1982