Can Spirits Affect Electricity?

Maybe you’ve noticed flickering lights at interesting moments? Have you had electrical issues that don’t make sense? Can spirits actually affect electricity in order to communicate with us? Quantum Physics have proven time after time that, at the most fundamental level, everything is made up of energy. This includes everything… the physical and non-physical. Continue reading

Are Orbs Real?

Orbs can mysteriously appear in our photographic images. Sometimes they are obvious, sometimes they are inconspicuous. Some people say they are actual spiritual energy, some people say they are nothing more than backscatter and wishful thinking. But the final word of truth, in the debate over these interesting orb light shows, might really exist within.  Continue reading

An Afterlife?

In this after-death communication, Karen’s family receives confirmation via Grandpa, that there actually really is an afterlife.

Karen writes:
“My Grandpa was a hard core scientist. He only believed in facts that he could prove. He believed that we die and nothing lives on after the body goes. He was a self-proclaimed atheist.” Continue reading

A Place of Nothingness

As his beloved husband, Jon, suddenly and unexpectedly passes away, Ken, left behind and pleading to go with him, is attended by angels as he finds himself in a most indescribable place, realm or state of consciousness; “The Void”… or a place of nothingness. Continue reading

Unexplainable Wind Gust

After tossing and turning and unable to sleep one night, Liz turns her thoughts to her departed father, when she experiences an unexplainable gust of wind in her face.

Liz writes:
“I usually sleep really well, but if I wake up around 3 am, I meditate myself back to sleep and go on beautiful journeys. This night, nothing could get me back to sleep no matter how hard I tried, so gave up turned over and thought of my Dad who had crossed over.”

“After awhile of thinking of my Dad, I gave up on that, too, and turned over again. My side of the bed is next to the window- about 3 feet away. The window was only open 2 inches. The blinds were down, but blades open. As I lay there with closed eyes and an arm and leg out of the covers, I felt a strong gust of wind in my face. Nowhere else on my bare arm or leg or chest, just straight in the face.” Continue reading

Another Pet Visitation- Remi Again!

Just 3 days after posting, “A Pet Visitation… That Wet Dog Smell“, faithful family member, Remi, revealed himself once more as the dog he still is!

Patricia writes:
“Here are 3 pictures that John just took when he was trying to capture a robin sitting on the grass. John forever takes pictures outside our front door of our cat, Remi, animals, etc. but this is odd. We have never seen this before. What do you see on these 3 pictures?” Continue reading

A Pet Visitation… That Wet Dog Smell

While Patricia suffers grief and guilt over her beloved dog’s passing, Remi visits her from the “other side” with his undeniable wet dog smell.

Patricia writes:
“I went on vacation last September while my former daughter-in-law, Kristina, kept my dog, Remi. A few days before my return, Kristina called to tell me that Remi would not eat. Because he could not stand by himself, he was laying under a tree, so she took him to the vet.”

“Seeing his condition, the vet wanted to put Remi to sleep, but I asked him to make Remi comfortable for a couple of days until we came home so we could see him one last time.” Continue reading

Moving Forward After Loss

In a moment of deep sorrow, Lynda’s departed husband, Jason, compassionately reminds his beloved wife, that he is not his ashes. 

Lynda writes:
“Last summer, I went to my cabin where I left Jason’s ashes. That’s where he loved to be. I had not seen them since I put them in the box the year before. I usually just hug the box they are in, but this time, I had a desperate need to see and feel his ashes through the plastic. I was hoping it would give me some closure. I miss him very much.”

“The first night, I sat and watched a movie with the bag on my lap. It was very comforting. The next day, I found myself hugging the bag of Jason’s ashes and crying. I kept telling myself, “It’s not him” and that I needed to let go of his physical remains. Then, I heard a voice in my head repeating, “It’s not ME!” This seemed odd, as I had ME, telling myself that it was not HIM. It was so clear that I immediately felt it was Jason, and he was with me, and affirming all this, which was very comforting. I still can’t bring myself to spread Jason’s ashes yet, but have been thinking about it.” Continue reading