Here it is, my book, I’ll Meet You at the Base of the Mountain, hot off the press. I feel as if I just birthed a child. Only the gestation period has been a lot longer than nine months!
It has been a long time coming, ten years in fact; a journey beginning with the death of my daughter Kristi and my search for answers. I have experienced a range of emotions, from anger and denial at the loss of my daughter, to wonder and joy as I have grown in my spiritual awareness and connection to my guides and angels, my daughter, and to Spirit.
At times the book is raw and uncensored – for that was how I was feeling at the time. At other times it is a glimpse into the fascinating things I am learning on this journey. Perhaps you will relate to my experiences, for we are all navigating our way on this sometimes treacherous and unfamiliar path. Awakening to our soul’s path and purpose is an interesting process. Often it is a dark night of the soul that propels us on our course. We can only begin to heal when we see our loss, disease, divorce or break up as a blessing, a wake-up call, or a new beginning. It becomes the catalyst for us to listen to our heart, our soul, and move in the direction we are being guided. One thing I have learned without a doubt is that we are guided, that we are never alone on this journey.
My very first connection with Kristi was through a psychic medium. In that reading Kristi said, “We agreed to do this. And it had more to do with my soul’s evolution than hers.” At times I still question that choice, but when I look back on my life I can see the path this experience has led me on—the lessons (fun and not so fun) I have learned, and the people who have been my teachers on this journey. I see the perfection of the divine plan. My grief and loss have led me to a purpose I could never have known, to places of unimaginable beauty and peace. Life is a gift we have been given, for only in this world can we experience so very much—love and hate, joy and sadness, darkness and light. It can be an amazing voyage if we choose to look at it that way.
I am embarking on a new chapter in my life – though I don’t quite know what it looks like yet. For I have let go of my story and am ready to write a new one. It is time, Kristi is saying, and we are ready to move on, together.
I invite you to share my journey with me in I’ll Meet You at the Base of the Mountain and hope that you will find comfort and encouragement, and perhaps some insight as you travel your own journey through life.
I awake to sunshine, surprised that my body, somehow knowing that I had no agenda this morning, no time clock to punch, had decided to sleep past its normal 4:00 a.m. rise time. As I prepare for my morning run…
You have been here before, a part of the circle of life on this planet earth for eons and eons. You are the players, the game changers, the creators. You have seen and experienced much, yet you still return, for there is nowhere else in the Universe such as this. Some may call it a game, and that it true. Others call it Earth School – also true. It is but one of many opportunities for a soul to grow and evolve. There are rules to this game, instructions for this school, in this particular time-space continuum, that are different from those of others. Just as earth games such as Monopoly or Trivia Pursuit have their own set of rules such is true for the Game of Life on Earth. You came here for the excitement, the thrill, the adventure and the pure joy of physicality.
I have often said that my grandchildren are my greatest teachers. That was never so true as last fall when I realized my grandson Drew was showing me how the world works once again. “Nana,” Drew says in his phone…
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You will survive.... My message to anyone who has lost a loved one, especially a child. I have to admit, when someone told me that same thing after my daughter Kristi died, I didn't believe them. I did not want to live any longer on this Earth without my daughter. I wanted to leave. I didn't care about life, I wanted to be with my daughter. The thought of living another 30+ years was excruciatingly painful. Yet here I am, 12 years later and yes, I have survived. Was it a long hard road? Yes. But somewhere along the way, about a year ago, I decided I wanted to live. I remember the moment, the thought came to me loud and clear "I want to live!"
Each morning, as I stand in the shower, I repeat this mantra:
I choose that my thoughts, my words and my deeds reflect only my higher self and not my ego.
I remember who I am, a Divine Spark of God.
I walk in my essence of God.
These words set my intention for the day, creating an energy that helps me to balance the ups and downs and the challenges that life throws at me, keeping me on a steady course. And when I am mindful, and can maintain that energy, wow, what a difference it makes in my day and my life.
With this issue, we want to honor our daughter Kristi who died twelve years ago in an auto accident. She was the catalyst that started us on this soul journey and brought so much light into our lives. As we look back on the past twelve years, we marvel at where we were and at where we have come to be. The journey is not yet finished, but there is more joy in our hearts and we are confidently moving forward, knowing that Kristi is guiding us and smiling down on us always.
From the very beginning we have honored Kristi’s passing by hosting the Kristi Visocky Memorial Golf Tournament, the largest golf tournament in Northern Colorado, and Kristi’s Big Night Out event. (The absolute best party of the summer!) Since its inception in 2003, with the help and support of an amazing community, the Foundation has awarded $200,000 in scholarships to 90 area young women, $100,000 to build a house for Habitat for Humanity and over $100,000 in support to area organizations.
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I was having one of those days. You know, the kind of day where you do something really stupid and then beat yourself up over it for several days after. Well here I was, well into day two of flogging myself – you know how it works, you start dredging up past wrongs, one after another, months and then years’ worth, and heap those on top of the current wrong you did. Pretty soon you’ve got a pile of boulders on your back and you’re walking around all hunched over and angry. Mad at yourself for being so stupid, seeing yourself as a total screw up, over and over and over.
So there I was lying awake at 4:00 a.m. wallowing in my self-pity about what a poor excuse for a person I was. What was interesting was that the stupid thing I did wasn’t even that big, it was just something I wished I could take back. I was half-awake/half asleep when I heard the voice.
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