Flight of the Spirit

By Jocelyn Oades

'Flight of The Spirit' is a deeply inspiring real-life story of one woman’s journey through the trauma of personal loss and grief to love and upliftment.

Flight of The Spirit shows that if our inner knowing guides us, our worst tragedies can be the catalyst for our greatest realisations and support for others.

Journey with mother and Reiki Master Teacher Jocelyn Oades, as she shares an account of her childhood gifts and her story of the unimaginable loss to follow, leading to her life’s destiny of helping thousands of people overcome their own grief and heartbreak to live lives of endless possibilities. She demonstrates that the intention of our lives may be of eternal love and enlightenment for this lifetime, and for the many, which keep renewing, in the past and future, as a parallel timeline of our experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press AU
• Release date: May 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781982297329

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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9732-9 (e)

Balboa Press rev. date:  05/12/2023

With infinite love, to

Anton, Rochelle, and Bernie

and to my SiSTAR Goddess of the Crystal Moon

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1 WINGS TO FLY

CHAPTER 2 TRUST

CHAPTER 3 THE CHILD WITHIN

CHAPTER 4 YOUNG AND FREE

CHAPTER 5 DREAM WEAVER

CHAPTER 6 GATHERING OF A GENERATION

CHAPTER 7 NEW BEGINNINGS

CHAPTER 8 THE FLOW

CHAPTER 9 THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB

CHAPTER 10 BABY LOVE

CHAPTER 11 THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB ON VALENTINE’S DAY

CHAPTER 12 SOUL HEALING

CHAPTER 13 HOLDING THE LIGHT

CHAPTER 14 LIFE’S PARALLELS

CHAPTER 15 ETERNAL FLAME

CHAPTER 16 DANCE IN THE WIND

CHAPTER 17 I SURRENDER

CHAPTER 18 GUIDE ME HOME

CHAPTER 19 LAND OF THE WHISPERS

CHAPTER 20 SISTAR

AUTHOR’S INSPIRATION

INESTIMABLE

INTRODUCTION

You may be curious as to why we connect with one another, as though, in a fleeting moment, we can recognise the energy of fascination and of a bright attraction to another. It is when we utilise this basic form of attention that we can be drawn to our most innate form of expression, our facial cues that demonstrate recognition of each other throughout time. Our facial expressions are recognised as indicators of how we are feeling emotionally. We are engaging with the highest level of brain activity when we are engaging in facial recognition and responses. It is my desire, therefore, for us to accept our full range of emotions, as, in this way, we can access instant perceptions of our world and how we feel about ourselves and our connections to each other.

I offer Flight of the Spirit as a gift, a portion of my emotional journey, heartbreaking and poignant. Through this book, I honour my life. It is how I feel I can help us all to honour the perceptions we hold about our own lives and their relevance, as those perceptions play out in everything we do. Fascination and love have kept me spellbound by the intricate study of the energy frequencies and colours that dance around our physical forms. These picturesque oscillations of colour have been a pivotal part of my ongoing journey of empowerment. To see our life force as courageous stories, written on the parchment of eternity, makes us realise we are works in progress amid an evolution of our souls’ light. I share with you some impactful moments in time to show that the intention of our lives may be eternal love and enlightenment—for this lifetime and for the many lifetimes that keep renewing, in the past and future, as a parallel timeline of our experiences.

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CHAPTER 1

WINGS TO FLY

The fluttering inside my heart forced me to feel still, motionless, as if I didn’t exist. Panic threatened to overwhelm my desire to be still. Darkness penetrated every crevice. Then it was gone, leaving me alone. It was a loneliness I had come to feel familiar and happy with. Sounds of happiness escaped my lips. My memories as a baby in my grandmother’s care were intense and frightening.

Each night, the noises came again, the light beamed into the room, and then darkness fell. I felt the fluttering inside my heart, inside my chest, inside my mouth. And then, at last, I escaped. I was fluttering above my body like a piece of tissue paper and struggling towards the little fan window under the high ceiling. I was fluttering, flying, squeezing through the opening—the freedom, oh, the elation of the escape.

The fluttering inside my chest became the signal I would soon be abandoning my body. How expert I would become at escaping through the window. I would get the feeling of weightlessness and then of power from the flying and the speed. I could soar out to the stars. On examining this experience as I got older, it always felt like I was encased in a glass phial. I could feel extreme pressure all over me; the speed was pressing itself into my very being. I could detect I didn’t have a body; it was just me, whatever that was—a spark of incandescent light, a thought or a consciousness, or a light being—catapulted into the infinite universe.

I had practiced leaving at whim now. There would be no panic, just deep, slow breathing and then the fluttering and that sacred time and space that allowed me to travel. I would travel through the endlessness, through the timelessness to a place of peace and acknowledgement of all there is. It was without a beginning or end, without panic or fear, without gain or loss, without distaste or love. There was just a knowingness that I belonged here.

It became difficult sometimes to gain flight, as though there was a lead weight around me. I would struggle to get airborne, flying slowly to gain elevation, lifting, and then gaining speed. I knew the lifting, fluttering, or heaviness was the release of my little human form, like a butterfly releasing the chrysalis. During these times of heaviness, I felt as though I was weighed down or holding onto emotions, mainly sadness, as though they had become the weight or the encumbrance.

Growing up, I was able to see events unfolding before they happened in the news. There never seemed to be a reason why I only saw some events. However, most of these visions involved being amid a calamity and sensing human panic around uncertainty. Sometimes, I saw a tragedy or a war zone before it happened. I would see families fleeing before a natural disaster. Or the experience would be something as simple as viewing a situation unfolding through the rearview mirror of a car. Whenever there was a challenging event about to happen in my life, I would leave my body in this way and see and feel a massive wall of water in front of me, powerful, engulfing everything in its path. Or I would be on a clifftop with a massive expanse of water in front of me. I knew this was the unfolding of an emotional upheaval surrounding an event about to take place in my life. This was the precursor; it allowed me to strengthen my resilience and stamina to prepare for what was to come in front of me.

I learned how to harness this travel to be able to consciously take off when meditating. And it is such an enjoyable experience to be able to move between worlds and be aware of other options, as there is a parallel life or many parallel lives running consistently right next to me. This ability has allowed me to be present with friends, family, and students when there is no time resistance placed on me. I enjoy being by myself to experience this inner outer world where I can connect, see, and feel each thought or emotion presented from the one I am concentrating on.

I suppose, as a baby, I missed the warmth, protection, and solace of my mother’s arms. As a six-week-old baby, I was sent to live with my father’s adoptive mother. There was never any warmth or smiles or connection through visual cues of love. There were never any tender moments of endearment or laughter or joy. She only ever performed the necessities of care, without showing me the love or adoration every child should feel.

I was only ever reprimanded for never doing the right thing or mispronouncing words as I learned speech. Through these first years as an infant, I just wanted escape and to be alone; I had to have enough love for myself by myself.

I became apprehensive of not giving what was expected of me, and my free spirit tried to be released from this constricting nightmare. Although my grandmother was my father’s adoptive mother, I am also grateful to her for being a strong, stable influence in my life.

I learned survival and strength and how to be complete in my own wisdom. I learned to not ask adults questions but, rather, to seek the answers myself. I had spirit friends. They were the only other connections I had to make me laugh and find the secrets of the hidden world, as I used to call it. I learned to sing inwardly, out loud inwardly, and it was only as I grew and found peace in the forest with the birds that I learned I could communicate and sing and call the birds. It was an unforgettable joy to actually sing out loud.

I felt as though I was increasingly drawn to the hidden world of the spirit and could hear the rhythm of the environment communicating with me, keeping me in awe of all the messages from the little creatures and insects. Owls especially had a combination of hoots that communicated to the hidden world in the evening in a language understood by all the night-time world.

My life was steeped in heavy religion. I questioned why all religion was about the masculine, the Saviour. Why was the masculine superior? These were the doctrines I was forced to live with growing up in a strict religious home. Why did Grandma serve the fellowship as though she owed them such dignity without taking a step out of line and being comfortable in her place as a mere female?

Grandma made me learn over and over the words in the Psalms. At two and a half years old, I stood in front of the church congregation and recited the 23rd Psalm. Looking back, it is apparent how simple the message in that psalm is. And my relentless study of the words helped me find the true meaning to me. My understanding of the psalm helped me to sustain myself with courage in moments of adversity.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, he maketh me to lie down in green pastures, he leadeth me beside the still waters, he restoreth my soul. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will feel no evil for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies, thou anointest my head with oil my cup runneth over, surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

I have deciphered what this psalm means to me:

The Divine supports and moves me toward the things I desire, and I will connect to the earth and shall never want for anything. Divinity leads me to the peacefulness of the still waters, and here my soul is restored. When I am faced with adversity and darkness, even death, I will be strong, for the Divine is with me, and I will be comforted and protected.

There is an abundance of nourishment in front of me, and there is also enough for those against me. There are spiritual blessings, and there is more than enough of everything for everyone. Goodness, forgiveness, kindness, and understanding are all I am, and the Divine will sustain me for eternity.

The great gift my grandmother gave me by teaching me to recite this psalm was my perception, my understanding of its deepest meaning. Just repeating my version in my head when I have needed to has helped me tremendously.

These simple emotional survival strategies I used when being forced to acknowledge a religion helped me question everything I was being taught in life. My only true belief was observing nature and recognising how all life was growing in perfect harmony with her surroundings. This is what I craved.

Individual religions go to war and fight over their superiority—over who is closest to the God force. All sects and religions are trying to establish their dominance over the others to prove their belief is the right one.

Who are we to judge this? What is the correct version of this belief? It is just how we as humans perceive the universal oneness—the Divine. If we are more in tune with the natural rhythm of life, we become open to the wonder of all the energies. We see there is goddesslike or godlike power in the reproduction of all life and that, in fact, everything on our earth has this same rhythm that is present in our genetic make-up.

We can hold a more sensitive awareness of our DNA and understand how the blueprint of humanity and our deep spiritual awareness reside in every single cell within our bodies. The information of our specific journeys and lifetimes is recorded in the crystalline, gossamer structure around our DNA. I see this colour patterning or translucent patterning residing around the neck and see the swirling patterns of our individual lives or coding running down both sides of the throat. We must always protect our crystalline structure.

All the miracles, healings, and inner awareness come from within our matrix of cells, communicating at light speed and connecting to the grid system in the universe and the earth. As we utilise the many strands of our individual DNA—science can only see the two chemical strands—we can connect more deeply to our purpose and our spiritual attunement. We can tap into the information of our personal past and present, as it resides within the spiritual strands of our personal blueprint. The design works with our physical body to give us the life we live in this human body for this lifetime, for this experience. As we contemplate this design, knowing that we knew and accepted it before we were born, we have a choice; we can then have greater clarity to initiate our learnings as teachings. We can understand we have chosen our parents and the family