Insight

Insight

Marian van Lier

It was a hot day in June when I had the opportunity to attend a Flower séance, an experience I had desired for a long time. At the gathering, unexpectedly a woman handed me a small bunch of flowers and spoke the following message: "Close to you there is an old lady, who passed away some time ago. She experienced a long sickbed, but whenever she could, she went outside. I can see her smelling the flowers all the time. She is helping you. Whenever you are in trouble in the future and you smell the scent of flowers, you will know that she is there and you can ask her questions."

I was flabbergasted. To think that I had just completed a two-year course in flower remedies, as well as a three-year course in flower painting, and now was attending a class on floral arrangement. When I came home and told my husband about the message, he answered: "Maybe this old lady is your grandma."
A month later I found myself in the midst of a major emotional crisis. One morning I was outside cleaning beans, and the tears came pouring down my cheeks. My distress was intense and the tears kept coming. Suddenly out of the void there was this voice that said: "Keep on going!" I also received a reassuring stroke on my head. Well-behaved I nodded.

A few days later it was Saturday night, and my husband and I were talking outside. All of a sudden I smelled a powerful floral scent. Because there were no blossoming flowers in the neighbourhood, I asked my husband if he could smell it too. He said, "I do not smell anything, but maybe this is your grandma." I had not thought of this possibility.

Later that night when it was somewhat cooler, we went inside, yet I could still smell the aroma. I sniffed my skin, and also the lemonade, but the scent was not coming from there. "Could it be true?" I asked myself. Silently I started to ask questions within, and inwardly I received advice and insight regarding the situation I found myself in. That night I also had a very vivid dream which left me feeling more positive about the event.

I still felt some resistance within myself to this experience. After a week of doubt and deep reflection, I began to accept the situation, until finally I said to myself, "It is well."

A few days later when I came home after shopping, a note was left by the postman about a parcel from the magazine 'Insight.' Earlier that year I had subscribed to this new quarterly journal, and I had already received a copy of the first issue. It looked as though I would receive the second issue, but I wondered why the postman did not put it in the mailbox as usual, and why it would be a package.

That evening the postman called again and while I opened the door he said, "I just wanted to make sure if anybody was at home, because the box is too heavy to take out of the car for nothing again." I could not fathom this, but I was curious what would be inside of the parcel. It turned out that it contained the second issue of 'Insight' and another and still another. The box contained 99 copies of the 'Insight' magazine.

Ninety-nine insights! Wasn't that a clue?

Truth and love will prevail in the end
no matter how long it may take
because they are engraved deep inside
the hearts of all people
and will be discovered bit by bit
by the clues of life itself

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