One of my clients this week was an atheist, a hopeful one, who was yearning to believe but was terrified to give herself over to something so big, so mysterious, so unknown. In case you're wondering, yes -- it's very hard to read for atheist. Here's just a sampling:
"Is the month of July important to someone in your family? I'm feeling a mom energy coming through for you who wants to mention the month of July."
"Well, what's her name?"
"I'm not sure. I'm not particularly good with names. But is July significant to you?"
"Well, sure, as I'm sure it is to many people."
I smiled, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "What's in July for you?"
And on and on it went. Yikes!
I feel sorry for atheists. I really do. I can't imagine living in a world void of meaning, belief and the certain surety that there is more to this three dimensional world. I've had the pleasure of conversing with a few spirits who were atheists when they crossed over and now, of course, no longer are. They are always anxious to get the same message across: "This is real. All of this -- heaven, afterlife and eternity stuff is very real."
Oscar Wilde said, "Skepticism is the beginning of faith." So maybe there's hope for them after all. Still, whenever I meet an atheist, I always say a prayer for their soul. I ask that they learn to see the light and to believe in the mystery of all around them.
If I had to sum up my hope for everyone, I'd look to Patrick Overton who said: “When you have come to the edge Of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, Faith is knowing One of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly.”