Welcome back, beautiful souls.
This is my medium channeling blog—a new idea for giving my psychic side an outlet, a voice.
Follow along if you are a true HSP-er with spiritual gifts to serve the world.
Today’s entry leans heavily into the unseen. The veil feels thin today by the pool in Spain, and the numbers are speaking. Grab a cool drink, and step into the metaphysical with me.
7/7/1. A highly social day, a bit of physical pain, and a profound visit from the beyond. Here is a snapshot of life, afterlife, and karma from my HelpX spot in Spain today.
7 July 2026: 7th Day, 7th Month, 1 Year
7th day, 7th month, 1 year.. 15 = 6, a social day.
Yes, I am active.
The horzels are out and sticking/stinging me—ouch! Seven times through my work glove even! Swollen hand, bumps everywhere.. ugh!
After some weed pulling and making four beds in the Lodge tent, I am working by the pool. This is after an iced coffee, a peanut butter sandwich, and sipping a glass of 0% tinto de verano spritzer (wine lemonade which tastes like lemonade, just add gaseosa water).
Interesting things are coming to me —> voices from beyond, saying farewell and hello to my now metaphysical dad..
My dad, who left his body a month ago in May, showed up in his dark burial suit yesterday. The exact one he was buried in. He is hanging around.. it took me half a day to recognize him, as he was without identity at first. But after "the night on the ground" as we call it, he was identifying himself again with his old role on earth.
Lots of things are coming to the surface.. forming into words what before was visible without needing words.
This morning, as he was hanging by the terrace of the pool, I told him, "Why don’t you change into your shorts and T-shirt? It's much nicer for this place in Spain.."
And he did..
Now we do things together as he hangs around me.. as I was making up the bed, he was stopping me from doing it. I did not figure that out immediately, but I kept on doodling, moving away, doing things with water and the tap.. and finally, I noticed the discrepancy between my task and my actions. I asked myself, what is keeping me from the task?
He said, "You should not be doing this type of work.. cleaning and making beds.."
I said, "In healthcare, we did plenty of worse things. Anal exams, penile swelling reduction with ice on myfirst ever night shift in the hospital, putting our fingers in holes.. trust me, this is no worse or better."
I was feeling that my ancestors guiding him were showing him that as well. I was thinking I should write it on LinkedIn: why medical care is just like cleaning and making people’s beds in hospitality. Cleaning up after people’s karma, health issues, and their bodily problems..
By the time I am sitting by my pool at my HelpX place, I see the bigger picture. We are sometimes needed in managerial roles in healthcare, sometimes in African surgical settings (return of karma to our soul group or people who served us in similar ways in past lives), but we learn through living our life. We grow past old karmic accounts, as we tolerate whatever life is asking from us..
Anyhoo.. have a nice afterlife, Dad..
Don’t hang on to this life too long..
"Ok, just learning what is left to be done.."
Looking for rebirth..
Watching the ripples on the water as I type this, realizing how interconnected our daily chores are with our deepest karmic lessons. Thank you for walking this path with me today.
Have you ever felt a loved one guide your hands during a mundane task? Let me know in the comments below.
Life asks us to tolerate the heat, the stings, and the heavy tasks so we can finally see the bigger picture. Thanks for reading. Wishing you all a day of growth and clarity.
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