Happy New Year 2016

Dear Loved One,
May you always know that whether in times of happiness or whether in times of sorrow, you are never alone in your struggles here upon this Earth… Angels attend. A beautiful and inspiring song to nudge your memory that heavenly beings abide.

May 2016 bring you much comfort, peace, healing and the constant internal knowledge… that you are loved, watched over and never left alone in your journey on this big beautiful blue planet.
With love,
Jade

With the Wind at His Face

In this after-death communication, Janeen recognizes her husband in a photograph that was taken on a tribute bike run in his honor, in the form of an energy field.

Janeen writes:

“This is a photo of me on the back of a friend’s motorcycle during a bike run in honor of my deceased husband that was held one week after his death in a motorcycle accident. Actually, he survived the bike going down (his brother drove it home from the pound) – he was struck and killed by an SUV after laying the bike down.”

“Most everyone who sees this picture agrees that it is James’ face as it looked when he was “in the wind.” I’m also attaching a “selfie” he took on the bike for you to reference.”

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Dawn’s Deceased Neighbor

In this not-so-intentional after-death communication, Dawn is surprised when she sees her neighbor standing across the street. It was the neighbor who passed away just two months earlier!

Dawn writes:
“I am confused. I was on my way to church last Saturday night and when I looked at my neighbor’s house, I saw her standing outside of her house on the sidewalk in the peach and white uniform she always wore. She looked mad or something. I waved before realizing it was her. She just stared at me as I went by. She had come to our home a couple of times but we were not close.”

“She had been dead for about 2 months now. All I know is she got sick and passed away in the hospital. I asked a lady from my church who said, “Maybe she never confessed from when she killed her husband.” He used to abuse her many years ago and finally she got tired of it and she killed him! My friend told me that maybe she never asked for forgiveness and is stuck.”

Commentary- Can you imagine your surprise when your realize the person you just waved to, passed away two months prior? I’m only bringing this up because it happens sometimes. I don’t know who this woman was or if she asked for forgiveness for her actions, but I do know that we can never completely know another’s heart. So why even try to  judge them?

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What is it Like to Lose a Child?

In this heart-wrenching post, Rebecca answers this unthinkable question, What is it like to lose a child? After having him for 23 years, Rebecca lost Kenny on July 6, 2012. She has been working through her grief ever since. One day last summer, she found the website, Quora, and saw, of all questions in front of her… this one. There it was… Rebecca’s invitation to share her most private and deepest thoughts and feelings with all the world. 

Quora asks: What is it like to lose a child?

Rebecca’s reply:
“This is a tough question to answer as it brings all the pain I try to push back (he’s just on a long vacation; he’s busy with work, etc., AKA denial) with as much force as I can muster, until I’m lying in bed alone with my thoughts, trying to hold on to every detail I can about him. The fear of forgetting his voice one day drives me insane.” 

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You’ll Never Walk Alone

In this after-death communication, Sadgunnan sends an important message to Sanjita, via bumper sticker!

Sanjita writes:

“Last Sunday I met Sadgunnan’s brother and we went hiking together. I feel so happy around him. He reminds me so much of his brother.”

Sanjita's best friend, Sadgunnan“This evening around 7 pm, I was thinking a lot about Sadgunnan while driving. I was talking to myself and thinking, “I wish he was here with me.” Then the tears began to fall again.”

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If I Never Carve a Pumpkin

Facing the upcoming holidays without Brian, who passed one year ago, Valley writes a tender poem for her beloved son.

For BrianIF I NEVER CARVE A PUMPKIN
Love, Mom

If I never carve a pumpkin
or trim a Christmas tree,
It won’t make me miss you less,
You’ll still not come back to me.

When I listen to Holiday music
And feel grief replaced with joy,
I fear I rob my memories
of you, my little boy.

But my fears are only that
because your spirit’s here with me.
Your imprint on my life
safe in every memory.

BrianSo I’ll honor our traditions
of which you’re still apart.
I’ll be your memory keeper.
Forever in my heart.

To read more about Brian, see the post, Don’t Worry Mama

Grief: Holidays Without Them

Oh no. Here it comes! A holiday without them. How do I deal with that? 

Holidays are supposed to be joyful; a time to gather together with loved ones to share thanks and exchange gifts of love. But what happens when the upcoming holiday only serves to remind us that someone we love is sadly missing? It’s difficult to cope. If it’s the first year we might wonder, “How different is this year going to be. How much pain am I going to feel?”

Although it might seem strange, including your loved one in your holidays can be a great way to deal head-on with the fact that things have changed. Perhaps a new tradition or ritual can be introduced, making the upcoming holiday special. For example, you might create a special program that includes all of your loved ones, including the one who is not physically present. It is a great way to deal and heal the pain of the change of losing them. This can also include a family pet. Continue reading

Mommy’s Little Angel

After the sudden and unexpected passing of her infant child, through a series of after-death communications, Reyna is assured her baby is happy, peaceful and in good hands.

Reyna writes:
“My infant son passed June 2015 unexpectedly. I was 7 months pregnant with his baby sister at the time. For two months, he sent me after-death communication almost every day. I think he was sending me ADC’s so often to help get me through my pregnancy.”

“About 3-4 days after his passing, he left a message for me through my Mother in her dream. He told her, “Tell my Mama to take care of my Daddy.” At the time, my child’s Father and I had been fighting. I told his Father I was going to leave him. When my Mother received the message from my son, she did not know his Father and I were fighting. I think my Son was telling me not to blame his Father for his passing, plus his Dad is a type 1 diabetic, so he wants me to stay with him and take care of him as he doesn’t take care of himself.” Continue reading

May I Have This Dance?

In this after-death communication, devoted husband, Carl, visits his beloved wife, Mary Ann, through shoulder taps, hugs, his reoccurring initials, “CH” and a hill-side smiling house.

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Carl and Mary Ann

Mary Ann met Carl when she was fifteen-years old. Leaving the church bazaar one night with their mutual friend, Debbie, there he was, standing outside the subway station in Chinatown. It was dark and difficult to see, but Carl still managed to get Mary Ann’s telephone number.

When he called her, she asked, “It was so dark that night, what made you think you would like the way I looked?” Jokingly, sixteen-year old Carl teased, “I thought I’d take my chances!”

They clicked immediately. The phone calls between them lasted hours at a time. And, at some point early on, Carl found himself deeply in love with Mary Ann and pressed her for her love in return. Mary Ann queried, “I’m fifteen, what would I know of love?” Carl was her first steady boyfriend. It was only after a 2-3 week break-up of missing Carl in her life that Mary Ann realized just what love is… and it was the way she felt for Carl! After getting back together again, their love blossomed. And from that time on, they were solid and inseparable! Continue reading

This is NOT a Dream

In this dual after-death communication and out-of-body experience, Stella’s father is able to show Stella he is still around as he demonstrates with affection, one of his new heavenly skills.

Stella writes:
“My father passed away in Greece on Saturday, July 11, 2015 at 3:30 am. I was in Sydney at the time. I wasn’t able to cry or acknowledge his passing from shock because he didn’t want me to go to Greece and see him, as I had already spent 3 months with him during his chemo. He relapsed and did not want me to see him that way. We were very close.”

“On Sunday July 12th, I decided to go have a nap because I was so tired. While in the state of relaxing, I felt a hand wrap around back of my neck squeezing me tight, thinking it was my partner, I turned around and was picked up gently off the couch in a floating manner halfway to the ceiling. Upon awakening, I realized in happiness that it was my dad! As I was brought back to the couch, his thumb and fingers were still pressed firmly around my neck. By that time, I understood he wanted to wake me, so I could realize it was not a dream and that he had come to caress me in the one way he always did; by pinching me.”

“I was smiling and laughing and so happy that he made it and he touched me. I believe he wanted me to not grieve, but know he is with me. I will never forget the strength in his hand around my neck and flying with him towards a light. It was beautiful and magical.” Continue reading

Portals of Possibility

When Kristen opens herself to a new romantic relationship, the power of possibility is everywhere! Discover the true magic behind opening the portals of possibility.

Kristen, literally riding off into the wild blue yonder on a tram at Snowbird, Utah, like 3 years ago. When I took this snapshot, who knew it was for this post?

“Whee!!! Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times!”, Kristen laughs. And with “out of this world” excitement, she attempts to describe the ride she is currently a passenger on inside her new love affair. It’s a ride that’s whisking her off into the realm of the wild blue yonder.

Trying to further capture the exhilaration of her mental state, Kristen uses another analogy, “I don’t know how this is going to play out, but I’m on the river with my hands in the air, not fighting the direction of its flow!” And flowing she goes.

Smiling as I notice her obvious euphoria, and as if choosing an entree from a cosmic menu, I say to myself, “I’ll have some of what she’s having, please!”

As I thought about her state of mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what was creating this wondrous condition. It was as though she was high on something, but what was it? Continue reading

Hold Me Again

In this after-death communication, Amy experiences a visit from her deceased father, who appears in the form of a Blue Gambel Quail, not common to her area.

Amy writes:
“My father passed in March of this year. He was hospitalized for a month beginning in December 2014 – he had care givers in his home round the clock until his death in March 2015. I spent those months from December to March extremely busy managing two households; paying bills, bringing groceries over, filling prescription, taking him to doctor appointments – you name it.  Even now, I’ve been busy cleaning out his house, handling his estate and trying to get his personal effects to family and friends who will appreciate them.”
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“Durell’s Here!”

In this series of after-death communications, 7 year-old boy, Gian, Bridgette’s dogs, Man and Lady, and Bridgette are able to experience some spirit activity from her deceased son, Durell, and possibly, other son, Tim.

Bridgette writes:
“My friend, Leslie’s 7 year-old son, Gian, spent a couple of nights with me. He knew my son, Durell, but not well. While my son was alive, he never payed him any attention. I used to wonder if Durell was jealous of my relationship with Gian.”

“Gian was at Durell’s funeral and understands that Durell died. I don’t see Gian everyday or even every week, maybe once or twice a month, but he will ask me every time that I do see him, “Your baby died, huh?” I say, “Yes he did. He’s with Jesus now.”
Gian1“Tuesday and Wednesday was first time Gian had ever spent the night. He wanted all lights out to go to sleep. After turning them off and getting in bed he said, “Turn the light back on. I’m scared, I saw a light. Durell is here!” I didn’t ask him about what he said because I had been trying to get him to sleep for a while. I don’t remember asking him about it the next morning either. His mom came over to drop clothes off the next day and I told her what Gian said. He might have heard us, I don’t know.”
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