I have a surprising topic this month. I will not be talking about getting your life together for the coming New Year. I imagine lots of other writers are doing that. Let’s look at one of my favorite topics – life after death.
Death ends a life, not a relationship ~ Mitch Albom, “Tuesdays with Morrie”
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Do we live after physical death? Absolutely! It’s a scientific fact.
Physics is the study of energy. Energy by definition, cannot be destroyed. It can only change form. It can be a solid, a liquid or a gas. It has to go somewhere. Therefore, we have no reason to doubt that after death of the body, the ineffable spirit, the soul of our loved ones, goes somewhere. I believe it merely steps through a veil to another, unseen side.
Does the love you have shared with someone remain after death? Yes.
One way we know this is through the use of mediumship. Mediums are psychically talented people who can receive messages from the other side of the veil.
Mediums have heightened extrasensory perception, and may employ one or more
ways to communicate. They may be able to hear or feel thoughts, voices, or mental
impressions from the spirit world. Many are able to receive validating information and
guidance from those who have passed.
Our deceased loved ones are just right on the other side of the veil from our reality and they want to have a relationship with us. Why? They want to be remembered. In remembrance, I created an altar with the photos of many of my friends and family in spirit. Also, for those whose photos I don’t have, I have written their names and put them in a frame. I try to speak to each one at least weekly.
In turn, those in spirit are eager to help us from the Other side. All we have to do is ask for their assistance. I try to match the deceased with the task. Uncle Jack, who was a sports car enthusiast, helps with car issues. My aunt Kay was very gracious, so I call on her when I want to talk to someone who might be prickly. Dr. John Rankin has become a spiritual advisor for me once again. I ask for help on a regular basis, and most of the time, it comes through, often in unexpected and even funny ways.
Before I was grounded in this information, I returned to college to become a chiropractor. I had to pick up 32 hours of undergrad sciences. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to make the grades in the four chemistry classes required to be accepted into chiropractic college.
One crisp autumn day, I walked outside after chemistry class, feeling overwhelmed with the lesson. Suddenly, I smelled flowers – carnations, to be exact. My head swiveled around to survey the brown landscape. I saw nothing green except some Ligustrums. Surreptitiously, I sniffed other exiting students. Nope, it wasn’t any of them. I left the mystery and got into my car. Two days later, the same thing happened and I asked a few classmates if they smelled flowers. They looked at me quizzically and said, “No.” Then, to my frustration, it happened after a third chemistry class.
That weekend, I participated in a group meditation at a friend’s house. Afterward, we went outside to their hot tub for a soak. They asked me about school. How was it? I began grumbling about my chemistry class. There was a light breeze and then there it was again – the smell of carnations. I asked if anyone else smelled it. Everyone said no except the husband, a clinical psychologist. What a relief. Maybe I wasn’t crazy.
“Who do you know that’s dead that you associate with carnations?” he asked. “Sounds like someone is trying to get you a message.”
I was stunned. My father died when I was six. The funeral was full of people, and the church crowded with wreaths and flower arrangements. The smell of carnations was overpowering to my senses. For years, I couldn’t stand the smell of carnations. Eventually, that memory faded.
My father had been a medical doctor, and here he was, 30 years after he died, trying to reassure me that I could do chemistry, and he would help me. And he did. I passed those courses for all four semesters! Now, that’s love coming through from the other side of the veil.
In retrospect, I realized that I have been receiving messages from the dead for many years. Likely you have, too. Maybe you recognized the signs and maybe not. This is the first of a 3-part series on my experiences.
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💜 Lovely Little Things ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some signs for you from the dead:
1) Finding small objects such as:
- Coins, not just one or two, but more. Some may be imprinted with a significant year such as a wedding, a birth or death. They may turn up not just in parking lots, but on shelves, dressers, or tables
- Long lost jewelry
- Anything that reminds you of a loved one in spirit.
- Feathers – usually white, but not always. A few months ago, I flew to Santa Fe to visit an old friend who had just become a widow. We went out to eat, and while we were waiting on our food, I looked down and saw a white feather rolling across the floor. If we had been eating outside, I would have thought nothing of it. But we were inside the restaurant. I jokingly said to my friend, “What are they doing? Killing a chicken in the kitchen?” She reached down to pick up the feather and said, “Oh, it’s Lane, saying hello. One of our things is feathers.”
2) Insects – usually dragonflies and butterflies because those are the ones we are most likely to notice.
3) Birds and small animals – birds may fly in front of your windshield, or fly very close to you. Freakishly unafraid birds or small animals might be signs.
- A squirrel may act like he knows you and come up close.
- A lizard or mouse may look you in the eye. Be sure to say hello!
- Red cardinals are frequently viewed as a loved one coming to say hello.
So, dear ones, when you are talking to loved ones in spirit, ask them to give you a sign and be open to unusual things happening.
