Among the questions that haunt our minds are “What happens
after I die? Where will I go? Am I able to see my loved ones again?” I recall the day before my father passed
away, he was lying in bed and knew what was about to happen. He just looked at
me and said “I guess I’m about to find out what’s next!”
Abraham-Hicks tells us that when we pass on, it is similar
to passing through a doorway from the earth plane to another dimension – from
matter to energy. Einstein tells us
energy and matter are interchangeable.
Perhaps death is merely changing from our earthly matter into an energy
form. With that in mind…
Every July Ramona and I invite our good friend Eddie Conner
into our home to conduct seminars and provide intuitive readings for our
friends and members of our Law of Attraction group. The 2015 seminars started with one entitled
“I See and Hear Dead People and You Can Too”. I admit I was skeptical, but in our fifteen
years of hosting Eddie, he has never led us astray, and I’ve learned to go into
new experiences with an open mind.
During his presentation Eddie pointed out that we may be
experiencing visits from our dearly departed already, but we are not in a frame
of mind to recognize them. We just need
to open our hearts and minds and use our non-physical senses such as our third
eye to visualize the spirits with whom we desire to make contact. At the end of the session he provided one of
his inspiring meditations designed to allow us to recognize the visits we
receive from loved ones who have passed. The meditation included an exercise of
seeing a door, opening it, entering a large room, and visualizing the people with
whom we want to communicate. I had selected
my mother, my father, and my best friend John. I felt my father had already
contacted me by waking me up several nights at exactly 4:19 AM. The house number of his home was 419, and his
initials are “A.M.” I was dismayed,
however, that I hadn’t felt any contact from my mother or from my best friend,
John.
As instructed, I placed myself into a meditative state and
proceeded through the doorway. I saw some figures ahead of me, as if they were
at the end of a grand ballroom. I honed
my senses to determine who they were. I
saw my mother, my best friend, and my father - in that order. I was confused
because my mother and father were not standing together even though they were
married for sixty-eight years and very much a couple. The figures did not talk,
but in a stream of consciousness, they made known to me that they were standing
in the order in which they passed away.
This was not something I included in my desired visitation, but their
order was entirely accurate with my mother being the most recent to pass.
I asked my mother why she wasn’t communicating with me. I had feared she was angry with me because I
had paced her in an assisted living facility for the final three months of her
life. Her consciousness said that was
not the case – she now understood her dementia and failing health forced the
situation. Then her consciousness made
me realize she has been visiting me. She
was known as being a good cook and always making sure everyone had enough food
– usually too much to eat. Whenever I
see or hear about Italian food, that is my mother’s presence letting me know
she is with me.
My best friend John and I met in the fifth grade when his
family came to this country from Scotland. We were friends from the day we met
until his death. During our time
together we seemed to know what the other was thinking or even going to say
next. We were connected at a higher
level. But I hadn’t felt any contact
from him since his departure from the earth plane. His consciousness told me he is in fact
hanging around me and I can recognize him whenever I hear about Scotland or see
something Scottish such as bagpipes, kilts or any Tartan design.
Next I looked at my father who merely said “I’ve already
sent you messages that I am alright. They’re the numbers you see!” I knew what he meant. He was always a man of few words and it looks
like that didn’t change with his death.
That’s when I noticed a fourth figure, a much smaller
amorphous shape next to my father. I was
surprised. I had asked for three people and here was a fourth. Who was this?
His consciousness said he was the one who has watched out for me all my
life, the “little boy” on my shoulder guiding me and keeping me out of
trouble. It was the baby my mother
miscarried before I was born – my big brother.
Before I could thank him, I noticed a sea of hundreds of
faceless “stick-figure” heads behind the four people. “What is this?” I
received an immediate message form their consciousness. As a hobby I research
the genealogy of our family and have identified several hundred relatives and
ancestors, most of whom I have never met or seen, not even photos. The message was that they are the ancestors
upon whom I have been doing research, and they thanked me for the effort to
identify them and preserve their memories.
That night I went to sleep and had a vivid dream. My mother was placing Italian food on the
dining room table – antipasto, macaroni, cannoli and more. My friend John was there wearing his tartan
kilt. My father was also there, though
he didn’t say or do anything which was very much his personality. I don’t
recall seeing the child.
Was this communication with our dearly departed? Or was it my imagination working overtime and
transferring images to my dreams? It is impossible
to know, but I do know this. I did not share any of this with anyone. Yet the
very next morning our house guests were chatting and one mentioned how she has an
employee who is Scottish and an excellent cook.
Her specialty is lasagna. Coincidence? Personally, I don’t believe in coincidences.
