Diving for Pearls with Maggie Kay
Grit in the Oyster
A Visit from Dad
On June 4, 1982, 44 years after his boyhood near-death experience, Dad made an out of body journey along the tunnel of light once again. But this time he didn’t come back. Having been in poor health for a lot of his life, he finally passed away aged 52. A few nights after his death, I suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. At first I thought I must be dreaming, but my eyes were wide open and I was awake. I could see an eerie star-like essence flowing from under the bedroom door, along the floor and forming a person-sized pillar at the end of my bed. I knew it was Dad. I could feel him.
As I stared at the essence, I was enveloped in a reassuring cloak of love and security, and for the first time since he’d died, the awful, brittle fear I had been experiencing melted away. It seemed that Dad’s spirit had purposely come to me to soothe me. At once I became peaceful and fell asleep.
The evening before Dad died, it so happened that my sister Katy, my brother Jim and I were all visiting him together. Mum was delayed and would see him later, on her own. We found Dad agitated, restless and a bit delirious. We hadn’t seen him like that before and were puzzled, but we didn’t guess what it meant. Nonetheless, we all said goodbye with special tenderness. It was to be our last goodbye.
The next morning, Mum woke me in my attic bedroom with a call from downstairs. “I’ve just heard from the hospital,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “Your dad’s condition is deteriorating.”
We were in the middle of a rare Scottish heat wave. Ra-Ra skirts were in fashion – short, frilly little wraps of cloth that hardly covered your backside. Mine was silky blue with thin white stripes, a welcome change from my tomboy jeans. Having dressed quickly in response to Mum’s urgent call, it was my Ra- Ra skirt I found myself wearing as we sped along the motorway to the hospital in the bright sunshine.
Halfway through the 20-minute journey, I suddenly doubled up with an inexplicable pain across my body. It only lasted for moments, but felt like a signal. When we arrived at the hospital we were ushered into a waiting room. “I am sorry to tell you,” the nurse said to Mum gently, “that your husband has just passed away.” Shock hit me like a great crashing wave.
Where is He?
We were shown to Dad’s bedside. The curtains were parted and I struggled to comprehend what I saw. He wasn’t there! My dad was just not there! Sure, there was an inert shell that resembled what he had been, but this was not my dad. I had never seen a dead body before and, in that instant, I understood that it is pure spirit alone that brings life to our puppet bodies.
I stood back and looked up. I could feel Dad all around us in the air. It was as though I was breathing him, floating in him, drinking him. It was a draft of heady, intoxicating bliss. Dad was free. He was everywhere.
Back in the waiting room, the atmosphere of spiritual intensity was expanding until it filled every space. It was as though molecules of sublime gas were being pumped into the room until the density almost burst down the walls. Dad’s love was all around us and he was flooding us with his presence. I looked out of the window, awestruck and suppressing an enchanted smile.
What I was experiencing now seemed more real than the talk and interaction that was going on around me. It was like my camera lens on life had been refocused to a different dimension. My ‘normal’ reality had receded to the background while a vivid supernatural reality was sharply present instead.
I had never known anything like it before. Or had I? It was a glimpse into another kind of consciousness, yet there was something strangely familiar about it. It was wonderful. It was home.
Known as the Inner Wisdom Coach and formerly an ordained Buddhist, Maggie specialises in meditation, mindfulness, law of attraction, metaphysics and spiritual intelligence for life, love and business.
As well as coaching one-to-one, she trains accredited Thrivecraft life coaches and meditation teachers and runs retreats and workshops for soulful entrepreneurs, coaches and well being professionals.
In 2016, with her son Jamie grown up, Maggie established Thrivecraft Home Hub, a riverside country retreat in Cornwall, UK, where she lives with her soul mate husband, Patrick.
Her new book – Diving for Pearls: A Wise Woman's Guide to Finding Love (O Books) – is a highly readable true love and spiritual adventure story laced with tips and teachings on meditation, Buddhism, inner wisdom and relationships relevant to all.
Maggie's vision for the future includes taking Thrivecraft worldwide via a new online academy; continuing to mentor coaches, well-being professionals and meditation teachers to grow and prosper their businesses; producing audios of her full range of guided meditations; and writing further books to inspire and support everyone to create rich, happy and fulfilling lives.
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