Listening For Light

My Story
by Karen K. Russell

Karen K. RussellMy story leading up to the actual recording of these beautiful Lessons began in this way:

I met an interesting doctor who used hypnosis in his ER practice.  Over a business lunch I learned more about his success with this new adjunct to healing.  I was just certified in hypnosis and very drawn to its healing possibilities.  He wore a curious gold ring, it had belonged to his grandfather, an Anglican bishop, Logan Roots, 1870-1945.  The bishop had been “led” to China where he remained a bishop for 40 years, had 5 children, 3 grandchildren.

At his death, tributes poured in from all over the world.  There was a small book of these which I attempted to read but found too sad, to moving.  His grandson urged me to keep it awhile to understand the terrible sadness I felt.  I began to meditate with the bishop’s sweet, smiling face bring me peace and solace in a turbulent time.  Strangely, it felt like he was listening, comforting me.  Later, the bishop would play matchmaker, connecting his grandson and me by advising me to “Just love him.  Just love him!”  It proved to be a “match made in heaven”.  Logan and I married two years later.

While engaged, we went to China to see the places where the bishop lived, where Logan’s father, a surgeon, also lived, worked and raised his family.  At first, I didn’t think I could manage the trip so I meditated on the bishop’s kind face in the little book.  Suddenly, he ‘appeared” to be in front of me, holding a small Chinese girl dressed in a pale pink frock.  He cradled her lovingly.  She appeared to be dying.  He then looked up at me and said, “Come home.”  Within minutes I had booked that trip which introduced me to his sister, aunt (bishop’s daughter) and his own lovely daughter.  We toured wondrous places, treated like royalty by those who know of Bishop Roots remarkable services to the Chinese.

Listening For Light, Karen K. RussellWe finally found the bishop’s old home (to be torn down the next year).  When we entered I went into a strange, dreamlike state, walked without hesitation up the staircase to the first room on the left.  I sat, sad, dreamy beside the fireplace.  Logan found me there, my tears streaming.  He gently took me down the stairs and into the garden.  We had been in the nursery!  He slipped the bishop’s ring onto my finger, feeling that his grandfather had sort of adopted me as a spiritual granddaughter.  Often we felt the bishop’s presence there in China.  Later, my wedding ring would bear the imprint of the top of the bishop’s ring, for our relationship truly began with him.