Afterlife
Suicide Through The Eyes Of A Spiritualist
Suicide. The topic that no one truly wants to discuss and even those who have had firsthand experience with the subject don’t want to hear about it for the most part.
In March of 2003, I was at the end of my rope and suicide was no longer something that only happened to other people. I had just ended another failed marriage. My husband had left me and later I found out he had been seeing another woman for many months before he left and everyone, except me, knew about it. My life was left in a state of shame. I had no self-esteem whatsoever, and I was confused and hurt. I was also afraid to show my face, as I thought everyone was laughing at how stupid I was not to know what they all knew. I felt I had no friends, as a true friend would have told me what was going on. I also realized I had been dependent on a toxic person. Continue reading
The Path To Heaven
I wanted to set an intention for my evening meditation. I wanted to connect with my higher consciousness, and maybe even connect with my grandfather. I wanted to ask questions about death and what happens to our souls and consciousness. What do we perceive after we die?
After my meditation I took down some notes on things I wanted to share that I felt was important information. Before going to sleep I also set the intention to visit with my spirit guides to retrieve and receive any other information that could help shed some light on our life after death.
This is what I came up with. Continue reading
Being Spirit’s Messenger
A friend named Laura lost her husband to terminal illness just a few weeks ago. I have known this friend for over three decades, and our friendship has been one of touching base every now and again, mainly on birthdays and anniversaries. She did let me know, however when Bill had passed.
The last time I saw Bill was about 15 years ago, when he came to me for divination – throwing the bones. Our connection wasn’t such a strong one that I would expect him to be present in my dreams within just four days of his passing. But he was there, in three of my dreams, one after the other. I gave those dreams very little attention, so the memory of them was vague by the following day.
My friend Laura has always been somewhat skeptical, even afraid of ‘the other side.’ When I had the fourth dream, still, within only a few days of Bill’s passing, I noted every detail and told her what had happened, and asked how she would feel if I shared what I felt was a message for her. Continue reading
Want Only What You Need
I was busy getting ready to go out and feeling harried, as if what I had to do was so very important! But it was my perspective that was distorted and incorrect. Sensing this, I decided to sit down and take a moment. I wanted to get into alignment, before I got behind the wheel, as I had promised myself I would never rush in traffic. The rushed feeling triggered another feeling to put myself in check.
So, sitting down, I had a vision of my Grandpa. He came into focus for only a few seconds, but his visit to me seemed to last much longer. Time is different on the other side and we perceive it differently. Continue reading
Maintaining The Connection
We may not always know or understand why we have connections with particular people, and even after they have passed it still seems vital that we keep those connections in place. Also, how we stay in touch may not be the same for each of us, it just is important that we do.
Many years ago, I had a lovely older friend named Pat, who came from a very affluent, upscale family and was certainly refined in every manner. It was noticeable in the way she dressed and spoke. Her whole demeanor exuded the firm self-confidence of someone who has been used to having the finer things in life.
Somewhere along the road, Pat fell in love with and married a rough-and-tough, stevedore-type fellow named Bill. By all appearances they certainly did not seem like a compatible couple, however, they stayed happily married, produced three offspring and had over 30 happy years together. Continue reading
Remembering Grandpa’s Visitation Message
Sitting on my bed, looking outside at the newly fallen snow, I am reminded of the message my grandfather gave me last year, around the same time.
I remember I hadn’t had a visitation from him in some time and was wanting to connect. In order to receive a visitation from my grandpa, or anyone I wish to connect with from the other side, is usually pretty simple. I simply say a prayer and ask, “If it can be please let it happen!” I put out the invitation and let it go.
With his last visitation I am almost asleep. As usual, grandpa stepped in on the left side, happier than the happiest person I had ever met. It is what he always projects out – pure happiness and light, shining his huge smile over me. He was a pretty large man in life and his entire being reminds me of pure sunshine, with a huge smile. Telepathically he is always telling me he loves me. It is the greatest feeling ever, pure joy and bliss. Exactly what I imagine Heaven to feel like. Continue reading
One Scary Ghost Ride
Just to let you know my friend, don’t take anything for granted. The next time you plan a family trip, remember, it could become a scary ride. Yes, even road trips can be haunted.
I was born in New Brunswick, on the East Coast of Canada, and through a variety of moves over the years ended up living in the province of British Columbia, which is on the opposite coast.
There are 12 children in our family and for most of the years that I have lived in the West, I was the only sibling residing out this way. Consequently, there were many times when I would take a plane trip and head East to visit my rowdy, motley crew.
A few years back, after a four hour plane ride, I ended up at my little sister’s place in Ontario. Because my sister prefers driving, we hopped in her car the next day and she drove for another six hour trip, and we landed at my brother and sister-in-law’s home in Montreal. We spent a casual few days visiting with them, as well as other members of our clan. Continue reading