Karen has an odd experience that makes her wonder if the signs she experienced, while at the movies, were some kind of synchronistic message for her from her beloved, Marcus, or just a coincidence. Continue reading
While in deep grief, Joanna is energetically propelled into an Out of Body Experience, where she sees her departed husband, Michel, quickly appear with a concerned look on his face as he responds to her surprise of seeing him.
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Too often, the experience of guilt is a part of one’s own Grief Process. To makes sense of this devastating experience in which one’s loved one is taken from their lives, they look to blame what or who they can. Sometimes, in their pain, they blame others for contributing to their loss and look to punish and condemn them. For these people, it is easier to look outward, rather than within. Continue reading
In this olfactory after-death communication, young Makenzie easily recognizes the fact that her Grandfather had come for a visit to her Elementary School. For her, it was a no-brainer! Continue reading
As a toddler, Niki, experiences a life-threatening episode in her crib. Her guardian angel gently rouses her parents from their sleep to come to her rescue. Continue reading
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
In this after-death dream visitation, Dustin visits his friend, Denette, to talk about everyday life… and the fingerprints he left behind. Continue reading
In a very special lucid dream, Makenzie’s recently departed loved one, Michael, comes for a date all dressed up as Makenzie’s favorite rapper, Eminem. I mean, he actually showed up as Eminem! Continue reading
While Marian’s first after-death communication was staring her in the face, her second one was actually blaring her in the face! A not so subtle after-death communication. Continue reading
On two separate occasions, Kathy receives telepathic guidance from her beloved departed husband, Rich.
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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
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
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
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
Good and bad things happen in this dualistic world. Having an enlightened perspective can make all the difference in healing the wounds from these nightmares.
Bridgette writes:
“Both of my children were bi-racial. But this had nothing to do with their murders, it just made it difficult in their lives, as well as mine. I met their dad in High School when I was 15. At 16, I became pregnant with Tim and my parents sent me to a Catholic maternity home in New Orleans, when I was 4 months pregnant. They literally dropped me off. I was there through all the holidays and had no communication with them whatsoever. It was already decided for me, that I would give my baby up for adoption.”
“I can’t remember when my due date was, but the doctor said the baby was so big that he needed to induce labor and perform a c-section. At that time, I decided to call my parents to tell them that I would be keeping my baby. I was told I couldn’t come home if I kept that ‘nigger’ baby.” Continue reading