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Edited on Sun Mar-06-11 12:28 AM by roguevalley
so easy. I was gasping and falling forward then it went gray and then it was almost like a popping sound. I was in Medford, Oregon on a street I knew, it was warm and sunny, all the colors were so amazing. I saw my mother as a young woman standing before me wearing a summer dress and white sandals. I knew at that moment I couldn't stay and then I was back. Dying was so incredibly non-painful and quick, so easy.
I have had a lot of experiences because people in my family are psychic to a degree that varies. I have heard my name whispered to me off and on since I was really small. I have always sensed the presence of people that I couldn't see. I have even seen shadow figures of people. When I am upset I feel a tingling of energy on my face and shoulders that I know comes from my parents. That tingling is them touching you with their energy.
My mother and father died ten months apart and when my mother died, a really old nun asked us right after if we had seen or heard anything yet. It was seconds after my wonderful mother left us. The little nun attended all deaths at the hospital for decades and helped families. Electrical devices do strange things in my house, things are moved, pennies are everywhere even after I clean the place and I know its them. I saw hummingbirds everywhere and I still do. The day my dad died I took my mom home and we were just sitting there stunned. I sort of bustled and said I would check the mail for her. I even opened junk mail something I never do and when I did, pictures of hummingbirds fell out of the envelope. Hummingbirds are my dad's favorite bird. I saw a commercial on the tv in which in the middle of it a hummingbird flew up and filled the screen and then left. I have seen that commercial since and there is no hummingbird in it.
My mother often would tell of feeling someone sitting on the bed next to her. She saw her mom come to her when Grandma died. All of us gals on her side have some degree of psychic sensitivity.
I have consulted mediums after my parents died. I know. HA! FOOL! No, just listen. I always do something that is to safeguard the truth when I do and I only consult those that have been scrutinized and have a track record in the world. I concentrate on control objects before hand: Pictures of specific family and ask that family to come to me during the reading, especially the really old ones. Some of my family were known to living members who were born way before the civil war. I always do this. And if the medium is genuine, they will not ask you anything, ever. They will tell you that and they will caution you not to say a word. George Anderson is FANATIC about this and so is Laurie Campbell.
Laurie Campbell not only told me sixty specific things that I verified that she could not know but she also told me things I asked my family members to tell specifically. She described the inside of my house and it was perfect to a tee. (My house is very unusual in design because a builder built it for himself and did what he wanted so its not easy to describe if you haven't been there and Laurie never has been here). She also told me about the two things from my father and mother that we agreed upon while they lived: cardinals 'red bird' for Mom and hummingbirds for my dad. She also told me that there were tons of really old (meaning ancient) family around me, something that she has never experienced in thousands of readings of other people. Their names were also told to me, my great and great-great grandparents. All of my controls were met. Mom told me that daddy had met her at her death and a week before that, she had said someone had sat on the bed beside her as she slept, waking her up. I remember her telling me that in passing that week. I know it was my sweet dad waiting for her so he could help her go forward.
It was the same with George Anderson. I also put into my control piece all the pets of my life. They were all there. I had been brooding on my grandmother, my dad's mother that week for no reason and she was the one who came through the longest. She apologized for all she didn't do because she knew it bothered me how she treated my sweet dad and made sure to tell me that she was taking good care of my dad and how much she loved him for himself. Both of my criteria were met again. George told me that my dad was trying to show himself to me and that he was appearing just out of the side of my eyesight. I had been seeing black shapes there and I didn't know that they were anything because my eyes were checked before that and were 100% good. I have seen a shadow man walk along the family room in my house and at another place and it had the shape of my dad. They also know that I have been standing in front of mirrors looking for them, something that sometimes works. They told me to keep trying. No one knew about the mirrors but me. (My great Aunt Vidie was a psychic person and she had a lot of ways, some of which I am emulating to varying degrees of success.) :)
My mother said that dying was so simple it was like 'stepping from one room to the next' and that time means nothing. I also can tell you that dying is as easy as getting out of a chair. She said that time could be seconds or centuries for all they cared. Time means nothing to them. She also said that she knew how hard life was and that they hung with me and my siblings, rather like it was the best entertainment ever and that they couldn't leave me alone because they loved me. Love doesn't end you know? It goes on and on. It is the most dependable part of living. She told me things that only she would know and I would know. Laurie and George, they were on the end of the phone in California and New York. They have never met me and told me in no uncertain terms to say nothing as they talked to me. They never asked me one question. They told me about my parents and details of our life and house that no one could know. Very, very detailed things. It wasn't 'you live in a house' ... it was your house is shaped this way, go around this corner and your livingroom looks like this. Your mom really loved her fireplace and it is shaped like this, very different than most fireplaces and on and on.
I learned that when I feel like turning around and saying something to them that its because they are actually there. Laurie told me this: "Think of your loved ones sitting around the house with a cup of coffee being a part of your day as you go about your business." She said that if you think of them, they hear you and they will come to you. Closure is bullshit. They are not separated from you but for view and therefore you don't need to close anything. They are never gone. George Anderson told me that my dad mentioned how I talk to them incessantly. Especially when they died. I did and do. I talk to them all of the time and daddy mentioned that so I could know they hear me.
I find the pennies they leave all over the house and other places. I hear the toe nails of dogs walking to my room at night when there are no dogs loose in the house because they are in the room with me on the bed. They stop at the door of my bedroom. I felt a wet dog nose on my leg when one of my dogs died and when I looked down there was no dog.
I called Laurie because my mother's little dog which I was taking care of since her death had passed away and there were other things piling up. I had to talk to them. She told me that my mother made a point of showing herself really vigorous and healthy. I had been fixated on her health at the end all that month as her dog was dying of cancer. It happens that way sometimes. You fixate on things and worry them to death. My mother made a point to show Laurie that she was really well and fit. She also showed herself throwing a stick meaning that Robby was with her along with the other dogs and that I had done everything I could do for him. My mother and dad both made a point of saying that if I had not taken care of them they were convinced that they could not have stayed in the house. That was a big deal between us. I promised them they would never end up in a care facility and they never did.
They went into detail about the gardens around my house. The interesting part is, all of those gardens are memorial. I put them in after my parents died to show them my love. My parents are nuts about this house and the grounds. I did a lot of trees and plants for them. They told me about it and the only way they could have was they were there watching me do this. They told me to continue feeding the birds - I have tons of feeders, all added after their death- and to plant this year too and a few things they thought would look nice in this or that planter. Details, my darlings. Lots and lots of details about how things look, where they are and what I've done with them. Only mom and dad could have said all this because I have never met George or Laurie and they have never been to my house.
This whole total thing, that and the fact that most of the people I have come into contact with since taking a part time job have had like experiences and convictions because of it, make me a believer. I am a person who has to be shown and has to have convincing with controlled experiences. I made sure that there was a lot of things that would tell me that what I was getting was true. And it was. There is no way on earth that Laurie and George could have told me the things that they did. They had no idea that moose walk through my yard and that the 'christmas tree in the yard' -a small spruce that I had planted and was always going to be the christmas yard tree was there. She had never seen my house so to detail it and tell me things about my routine-odd things, not usual, very personal and specific- wasn't something that she could do without my parents helping her. They couldn't know that my parents wanted to spend winter away from Alaska and that my mother had a hip replacement that made getting up and down the steps --the steps in front of my house that twist and turn in an unusual way- was too hard. She described me driving a car that took two years to come true. I was driving my Honda Element the other day when it came to me that I was driving a car that Laurie had described three years before. :)
I know there are people who will say bunk. They don't want to believe or they don't know what to believe or not, they haven't had experiences that tell them one way or the other. There are people whose experiences with religion and with God are so poor, they will never believe and many of them are happy to call you a jackass if you have experiences like mine. The don't offer any counter to what I have said or believe, they just mock. Fine with me. I don't care. I know that there is a life beyond this one. I was there. I asked my RN niece and several nurses I have met since if you dream when you are unconscious and I was out cold, gray faced, dilated pupils, the whole thing. They said of course not. I didn't dream that sequence with my mother. I died and went to her. She sent me back. And I will tell you, my dear hearts, there is not a trace of fear about death in my body. Not a strand. Not a titch. I am not afraid of death.
When you lose someone, they are met by family and friends. No one dies alone. No one lives alone. Even at your most lonely moment there is love surrounding you and if you listen and look really hard you will hear and see it. Love is the only thing that never ends.
You don't have to believe me. I don't care if you do. But I know for me that its true, that our consciousness survives death and that there is more to life, gridley, than meets the eye. If you lost someone, talk to them, let them know you are aware of the possibilities that they are still there. There are a lot of people recently that have lost someone on this list. Take heart. They are still here. For those of you that feel a loss, I will put a piece on the end of this post that I have on my frig that gave me a lot of comfort during harder times.
I don't think about a specific religion anymore. I think about God, about his perfect love for me and the greatness of the universe. Religion is a hindrance for me even though I still hold a great love for Jesus and what he tried to teach us. I don't believe any one religion holds the whole truth. They are ways that people have tried to understand the world and find meaning. That some have hijacked it and made a lot of people angry is too bad. Its not the fault of Jesus or God. The wisdom they taught and the love, unconditional love they give is what matters. I know that God loves me and I love him back with all the conviction that I have.
That is what I believe. If you agree, then I am glad to tell you. If you don't, that's alright. Death is the answer to this question and for my part, having already died and come back, its as easy as putting on your shoes.
RV
What Is Death?
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Harry Scott Holland 1847-1918 Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
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