Yesterday, I visited the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, DC. As I glanced at thousands of names of American soldiers who died in the Vietnam War, I felt the familiar quickening of my soul that happens when a living spirit wishes to be acknowledged.
I quickly tuned in. I saw a large, hazy white light shining over the memorial wall illuminating the names of fallen soldiers. I blinked twice but the light was still there. It shone more brightly than the July sunshine.
Two young spirit men were standing close to their living people who were busily reading the names on the memorial wall. Both young spirit men were dressed as any civilian would dress in summer, wearing tee shirts and shorts.
But I saw the gist of how they had died.
They had been US soldiers who were killed in Viet Nam.
Instantly, I felt a pang of guilt. A moment earlier, I had been commiserating about the heat and extreme humidity with a fellow tourist. All the while, some other living people had been suffering silently while viewing the memorial, a difficult reminder of their long heartbreak.
I decided to try to do something constructive.
Telepathically I asked the two spirit soldiers, “Do you want me to help your loved ones find your names?”
One soldier smiled as the other wistfully replied, “They’ll find our names as soon as they are ready.”
Just then, I noticed that there were beings stepping forward, from that light that I had seen earlier. Dozens of benevolent beings surrounded the memorial wall and all of its visitors. The beings felt like… love!
The memorial wall and every visitor was being bathed in love!
“Wow! Does that happen at all the memorial places,” I silently asked LeoRoy, my spirit guide.
He replied with his characteristic wink, “Yes. Certainly.”
For a moment, my heart was so overwhelmed and the day so darned humid, that I thought I might faint. But that dizzy feeling passed quickly. Then, I felt only love.
I concluded my visit to the Vietnam Memorial with gratitude for the sacrifice of countless soldiers and their families, and profound thanks to the Source. Death is never, not ever, the end.
And, love is all around.