Here is a story of fiancee’s experience of after earthly life communication.

SCOTT ( 1959-2003)

I walked in the house one night to find my fiance lying on the  floor in a pool of blood, a shotgun lying near his body. After the shock and horror subsided, it became my quest to find out if Scott was in heaven. I couldn’t stand the thought of him just being in the ground or someplace where he hadn’t found the peace I know he needed.

I never enjoyed hiking, but Scott did, and I would go just to be with him. One afternoon while we were standing in one of his favourite places in the nearby state park, he told me that if he ever died, I would find his spirit soaring like an eagle in this place. Six months after he passed, I was feeling inconsolable so I went to the park to try to find his spirit as an eagle. As soon as I arrived there, I saw an eagle, but I didn’t feel anything special because there were always eagles there.

Next I went to talk with our pastor, who assured me Scott was in heaven, but I left there unconvinced. I needed to know for sure. I prayed and asked Scott to help me with this.

When Scott and I were together, we had a little game we played. If either of us found a penny, we would pick it up and keep it in our wallet for good luck. When we found another penny, we replaced the one in our wallet, and threw the previous penny over a shoulder for someone else to find. Scott would do this and would come home and tell me that he had found a  new good luck penny. It was a kind of fun thing for us.

The night I came home from talking with our pastor, I was cleaning some candle wax off the glass kitchen table) and I noticed something on the floor next to one of the legs. I will never forget the flood of joy as I picked up a penny, but it was no ordinary penny. Someone had cut the center of the penny into the a shape of an angel in a flowing gown. The date was still readable, and it was 1998, the very same year Scott and I started a committed relationship. The previous day I had swept my  hardwood floors and nobody had been in my house since. I can’t  tell you how deeply I felt that I had found what I had been seeking. For me, this penny, which I always wear on a chain around my neck, confirms that my Scott is somewhere, peaceful and safe.

Source: From the book “Dying to Be Free” by Beverly Cobain and Jean Larch

Below is one the story of a mother who had a spiritual connection with her son Joshua (1980-2001). The connections has strengthen her belief that her son is okay and at peace. 

The strongest and most powerful connection came for me on the first anniversary of Josh’s death. My family had come to stay with me and when I  awoke before the others, I went for my usual walk around the park. On the way back home, I stopped at an art gallery to check out any new paintings by my favorite local artist, who uses wonderfully vibrant colors in landscape, flowers and still lifes. The first painting I saw took my breath away.  It was a painting of a path through the woods. On the path in the foreground stood an adolescent girl  looking away from the viewer and down the path at my son. The young man  in the painting wore orange shorts  and carried a towel over his shoulder. His  facial features, stance , hair color, and body proportions all matched my son’s. I was without words. I bought the painting and mentioned that this was the first time I had seen people in paintings done by this particular artist and the  shop owner agreed. I asked them to have the artist call me at  her convenience. She never called. When I returned home with the painting, I asked my daughter where she thought I should hang it. She gasped and asked me if that was Josh. My parents also thought  it was Josh. Later that night a friend of mine  visited , and when he saw the painting he asked me when I had commissioned it. There is absolutely no doubt that the young man  is my son. I even have the orange shorts among his clothes that I cannot part with.

 A  question arose about the girl in the painting. She looks nothing like Josh’s fiancee. My immediate reaction upon seeing  the painting was that it was me as a younger woman, and a close friend of mine verified that. That part of the message remains my secret. When I look at the painting, I hear my son telling me that he will lead me, that I should trust him. He reminds me that I am a spiritual being in a physical world and  that I should have faith in God, that is all as it should be. I am on a spiritual path and if I follow that path everything will be all right.

I finally met the artist at one of her showings and I asked about my picture. At first she said she didn’t know what made her put figures in that one painting but when I told her who the boy was, she cried. As we hugged each other, she told me that a vision of that boy had come to her in a dream one night. About a year ago.

Source:  “Dying to be Free” by Beverly Cobian and Jean Larch