Our loved ones from the other side

We hear people saying that our loved ones who have parted us continue to keep in touch with us, all the time. It is we who are not seem to be aware. However, sometimes they might show us in strange ways that might  make sense of their presence. Recently I read  a book ‘Do Dead People Watch You Shower’ written by Concetta Bertoldi, a full-time famous medium  and who consults regularly with members of Britain’s  royal family, American celebrities, politicians and others.

Do not feel odd by just looking at the title of the book. The title just refers to one of the questions of more  than 100 questions in this book. I found this book to be useful as I see that she is honest about what she  knows and what she does not know.  In this book she has stated that there could not be coincidences if some strange things happen, after someone in our family  crosses over to the other side. She believes that our loved ones assist us in some ways which also become the validation of their existence. Below is one of the questions which she has highlighted and related it to an experience (in own words) she had with one of her clients.

Is there another word that you prefer to coincidence? 

Well, rather than “coincidences.’ I think of them as validations because they validate the near-perfection of the Other Side. I’ve heard so many stories of things coming together in ways that seem really impossible with our limited way of understanding.

 I did a reading for a woman and the person who came through was her sister. Her sister was showing me a ring and she was say 19 to tell my client, “with all my love,” which is something that happens frequently’ –  I’ll be shown an object that has meaning between the client and the individual who has passed on and is communicating from the Other Side. My client acknowledged that she knew what the ring meant and I continued with the reading.  I didn’t stop and ask her what the ring meant – l didn’t want to know. I try not to let people tell me things while I’m doing the reading because I don’t want to lose the thread of what is going on with the communication, and I also don’t want information that may color what I’m hearing from the Other Side. So I only asked her, “Do you know what ring she is talking about?” and my client said, yes, she did.

 Afterward, though, she said to me, “Concetta, I want to tell you a story

When her sister died, my client had wanted to have some keepsake of hers and what she chose was a ring that her sister had worn. The ring was not very valuable, but it was precious to her because of its significance, so she didn’t want to wear it and possibly lose it. She kept it in a jewelry box. One day, she’s looking in the box and notices that the ring isn’t there. She gets very upset, doesn’t know where the ring could have gone. She mentions to her family that the ring is missing, and her teenage daughter sadly confesses that she took the ring. Unfortunately, she wore it when she went out with friends and somewhere along the way she lost it. She had no idea where – they’d been to the movies, the mall, McDonald’s. It could have been lost anywhere, and frankly, losing it in any of those places, they knew they’ cl never see the ring again.

 A year and a half goes by. One day my client’s son comes home from seeing a movie with his friends. He says, Mom, look what I found.” He shows her a ring. It’s her sister’s ring: She said, “Where on earth did you find it’ He said, “I bought some popcorn, and when I got to the bottom of the bag, there it was. What an amazing thing! Some would say, ’What a coincidence.”

 Now, as I’ve said, in my worldview there is no such thing as a coincidence. You can say whatever you want about how the ring got into the popcorn. You can make up a whole logical story: The daughter loses the ring in the theatre. Maybe somebody has the job of cleaning up and he finds the ring. He thinks, Oh, it’s a girl’s ring. I’ll just give it to so-and-so,” a co-worker. So maybe this girl now wears the ring and one night she’s working the popcorn machine and as she scoops out popcorn, the ring falls into the bag without her noticing it. The customer who bought the –popcorn finds the ring. It just happens to be the son of the woman to whom the ring belonged.

 it could happen that way I sure, But I don’t think you could even calculate the odds of the customer buying the popcorn and finding the ring being the brother of the girl who lost the ring a year and a half earlier. In my world, the only possible way this could happen is with some help from the one to whom this outcome is most important – my client’s sister on the Other Side.

Kyle’s birthday Wishes….

Different people have different experiences when their loved ones from the other side show signs, indicating they are around us. Sometimes it seems it is unbelievable but as for those who had similar experiences or for those the experiences may depict  some indepth meaning, known only to them, are convinced that there is no such things called death.

In the book “Quit Kissing My Ashes”Judy Coller, the mother whose son Kyle  from  the other side gave her many signs, convincing her enough, to show her  he is around her. Below is an extract of an experience she had.

Kyle’s presence was unmistakable another day, on October 12th, the day before my first birthday without Kyle. I was not looking forward to the next day when I would become fifty-five years old. It was one of those days that everyone said I  would dread, one of those days we are to “celebrate”. Like most things in Life, it’s the anticipation of the event that is so highly profiled. It’s not the day itself, which is usually a let down.

It was around 5.30 in the morning. I was in the bathroom, the one he used it exclusively when was at home. I was putting some make-up on in order to go to few garage sales.

I didn’t really feel like going, but I was getting ready anyhow. I felt emotional when all of a sudden, the eight lights on the mirror began going off and on. It wasn’t just a flicker. They went completely off and the turned on again, as if someone were actually turning the switch off and on.  This kept on and on. I yelled to Jim (her husband) who was in the kitchen reading the paper. I told him to hurry.

As Jim slowly walked down the dark hallway, he could see the lights going off and on. When he walked into the bathroom, he flipped the switch.

I asked, “Why did you do that?”

“I don’t want Kyle to burn down the house,”he said.
Kyle might have been doing fifty-five times for my birthday. It actually lasted that many times.

When I got home from looking for bargains, there was a message on my answering machine. Jim wanted me to call him at work as soon as I got the message. When  I called him,  he told me when got  out of his shower and began drying off, the eight lights above his mirror began dong the same thing, going off and on.

You have to understand these two bathrooms are in circuit  and none of the light bulbs were bad. They all were still working over  a year later. It had been four years since were remodelled and installed these lights, and it had never happened before. Believe it or not, Kyle’s blinking the lights to let me know he was celebrating with me was the best birthday present I ever received.

(There are other incidences and experiences Judy Collier and her family has experienced. You have to read the book to know and understand these signs. Only those who have separated physically from someone they dearly love will believe in such experiences and of course I am one of them).

Does the soul really know……

One of the latest book written by George Anderson with regard to after life is “Ask George Anderson”. In this book he replies to some of the most commonly asked questions asked by those who were seeking to know more about after life on the earth. Below on of the question and his reply.

Do the souls really know how much we love and miss them?  – Robin

In  more than forty years of working with the souls, the one thing I know for certain is that no matter what becomes of us on the earth, love is the most powerful and enduring of the emotions. Love has the power to extinguish hate, jealousy and fear, and lives on even when the physical body dies. Love is the only thing the souls bring with them to the hereafter,  so that they can shower those they love on the earth with all the love they have collected from each of us during their time on the earth. Love is more powerful than death.

The souls know how much they mean to us, and that they were loved beyond their limited understanding when they were on the earth. Now, in a world of total clarity, they can see straight into our hearts and understand, perhaps for the  first time, the depth of love we feel for those we cherish. The souls don’t feel the same pain of separation as we do, because they are able to be with us during those dark moments when we think we are all alone, and they have the ability to comfort our hearts, in order to help us find our hope and a reason to continue on in our journey here. But the souls also understand that part of our spiritual lesson on the earth is to endure the pain of a loved one’s passing, and they cannot take that pain away from us, for fear of taking away a large part of the reason why we are still here – to learn to love again and continue to find hope and peace while we suffer, the loss of a loved one. The souls want so much for us to complete the lessons that are to be among our greatest struggles  here, so that we may enter the hereafter when our work on the earth is done, and join the in a world of joy.

To the souls, it is only in the blink of an eye that they will see us again, but to us, it is day after day of working to earn the same love, joy, and peace that the souls now find in their new world. In the meantime, the souls have never left our side; they continue to walk with us, share our joy and pain, and continue helping us to help ourselves until we see them again. This is how powerful their love for us is: they spend the rest of our lives caring for us in ways we may never completely realize until we see them again and understand from their unique perspective. But no matter what time or distance separates us from those we love, we hold a piece of them in our hearts, and we hold an invisible thread that connects us to their love and hope. This is something the souls have promised each and every one of their loved ones on the earth-that they will never abandon us, because their love for us is as steadfast and enduring as the Infinite light itself. One fine day we will be able to see our loved ones again and return the love they gave us so freely as they helped us navigate the rest of our existence here. The souls’ love for us is like a beacon that will lead us right back to them when our work on the earth is done.  

Do our Pets contact us after their earthly life?

Dr Ann Redding was trained to think as a scientist and taught biology for twenty-seven years at Ventura College in California. After years of studying and teaching biology, she distrusted what could not be proven, and viewed paranormal events – mediumistic activity, out-of-body experiences, visions, past-life regression, telepathy – as amusing occurrences or figments of someone’s active imagination. But then her own otherworldly experiences proved far too startlingly real to dismiss, and prompted took beyond the limits of “explainable” science.

After visitations from two of deceased dogs, she made the decision to honour beloved pets everywhere by compiling a collection of true stories from pet owners who had experienced after death contracts with their animals. Together with the help of Ann Campbell, Dr. Redding wrote “Tails Beyond: True stories of Our Immortals Pets”.

Here is one of the extract of the stories as narrated by the author Karen an artist who paints mostly in watercolour, with animals being her favourite subjects.

“I purchased my first ,   Abyssinian cat from a local breeder, who chose one of the kittens for me. He was not show quality, but I could not have been happier with my new, ruddy companion whom I named Corky. He was three months old  – affectionate, playful, inquisitive, and  gorgeous!

In no time, I grew to feel closer to Corky than any other living creature, and I honestly believe he felt the same way about me. When Corky was three, I purchased another Abyssinian cat, Dandy. Just as I had hoped, the cats quickly became buddies. One of their favourite places to play was a beach close to my house. They would run and chase each other along the sand until they were almost too tired to move. After a brief rest, the feline pals would wade into the bay to hunt for fish. It always brought me joy to see them cavorting together!

Despite his prowess as a hunter, Corky had a loving disposition and an endearing habit that earned him the nickname “Velcro Cat.” Whenever I moved around the house, cleaning, vacuuming, doing the laundry or other chores, Corky would wrap his front legs around  my neck and press his little belly tightly against my chest. As he was holding on, he would rub his head against me. If anyone pulled him off, Corky would cling to that person in exactly the same way. It didn’t matter whom he was stuck to, Corky was truly one serious  Velcro Cat!

Abyssinians are prone to liver disease, and unfortunately, Corky plagued with problem. He was on medication or another throughout most his life.  I know that Corky would never get better, and that he should be euthanized. I chose to have him experience this inevitable transition at home, and I made sure that Corky’s running and fishing companion, Dandy, had a chance to see the body. My grief was almost unbearable. Then, just a year later, I lost Dandy, too.

About two years after Corky passed away, I began to be aware of a recurring dream about him, but I suspect that less intense versions of the same dream had occurred earlier. As time went on, the dream became more vivid, occurring every few weeks over a period of four years. At  first, the dream was a nightmare. It would begin with Corky jumping on my bed and walking toward me. Suddenly I would imagine that Dandy and my  other deceased cats were still alive, but that I had forgotten to feed them. I would be rushing around trying to find food for them just before I woke up. A terrible guilty feeling burdened me until I realized it was just a dream.

Eventually, the dream no longer included the part about not feeding the cats, but Corky’s jumping on bed and walking toward me remained. The dream was short but powerful. One  day I was determined to wake up in time to see and talk to him before he left. The next morning as expected, here came Corky.  As he jumped onto the bed, I felt it shake, and I even heard the sheets move with each step he took toward me.  Just as I had planned, I forced myself to wake up  and sat bolt upright, expecting  to see Corky or at least the indentations in the sheets. Even though I did not see him or  the marks  on the sheets, I felt his presence. I felt so blessed to have this visitation that I quickly thanked him over and over again.

After that, I never had the dream again. I had dreamt it every few weeks for four years, and suddenly it was gone! I believe that when I spoke to Corky and acknowledged his visitation, he knew that I had finally received his message. He had come to soothe my grief and let me know that he still existed. Once I acknowledged him, he said his goodbye for now and “I love you”.  I loved dreaming about him because it comforted me and make me feel as if we were together again. But I understand that there is no need for Corky to keep coming back. He knows that I finally got the  message. Corky has, moved on to “dance the spiral,” in the beautiful place where, I believe, all living thIngs go after they die. Corky and  I are still bound by the deep love we shared for one another, and I believe we will be together again some day.

Sussanna Uballe story

Dr Raymond Moody, in his book Glimpses of Eternity says that “It’s quite common that the people around a dying loved one seem to leave their bodies and accompany the loved on partway to a heavenly realm.”

One great example  which Dr Moody has referred in his book comes from Sussanna Uballe, who wrote in an online journal about sharing the death experience of her husband, who was murdered at a store while, Sussanna slept at home. Here in Sussanna’s own words, is her story:

“I did not have a near-death experience, but I did travel partway up the tunnel with my husband as he left this dimension.

On Memorial Day 1979, I was five months pregnant. My husband and I rode bicycles and ran errands around town, and it was a very hot day for Minneapolis. I lay down after dinner and was so exhausted that I could barely move. As my husband went to the corner store at 8:00 PM to buy something for his lunch the next day, I fell into a very deep sleep.

I dreamt that I was walking with my husband, Herb, up a dark and shady forest path. It was a heavily wooded path, which was enclosed by a thick canopy of trees overhead. The path was slightly inclined, and at the crest of a hill I saw the sky, somewhat like the light at the end of a tunnel. Herb and I had been in deep conversation, about what I could not tell, but I suppose we were reminiscing about our relationship. I felt very close and totally in love

·He began to tell me about what it was like to die; at first he was filled with rage, pain and frustration that the clerk didn’t seem to understand his pleas to call an ambulance. He had been stabbed in the heart and needed help. After a short while, which felt interminable while he was experiencing it, he said he left his body and floated above it and saw the body below him, and felt detached from it, like it was just a body. He was filled with peace and love. And he felt no pain.

After telling me this, he then said that he had to go. His feet started to move very fast, and he began to leave me behind on the path. I told him that I could do that too, and put some effort into ‘powering up’ my feet  to make them go super fast.  I actually started to rev up and move along the path quickly, and felt as if I was traveling up a tunnel of forest toward the sunlight at the top of the hill. As I began to keep pace with him, he said, ‘NO!’ in a very powerful voice, and I woke up in my bed, feeling hurt.

I looked for him, to tell him about my dream. He wasn’t there, and his side of the bed showed that he had not slept in the bed that night. It was dawn. I began to get irritated, thinking  that he must have gone off with some friends, and feeling upset  at how irresponsible he was behaving. I went to where we kept our bicycles to see if his was there and it wasn’t. I was so angry  that I broke the bicycle lock and chain off of my bicycle with my bare hands (he had taken both keys with him), and set off down the street toward the corner store. His bicycle was near the store  and a patrolman was standing next to it. I asked him where my’ husband was, and why his bicycle was sitting there. He asked ” my name and address, and refused to tell me anything more. He [‘ suggested that I go back home, and that someone would explain everything to me later. In about fifteen minutes a police officer and a clergyman came by and told me that Herb had been killed, the night before.

“The dream braced me for this news I and although I was in shock, I felt assured constantly that he was not in his body, and a comforting presence was with me throughout the next few days of viewing the body, the funeral and other unpleasant business.

Two days after the funeral, I was preparing for bed and contemplating suicide to join Herb I so that we could be together on the other side or in our next phase of incarnation or whatever. J consciously thought a question, ‘Should I kill myself to join Herb, or stay here?’

I then went to bed. I was just falling asleep when I felt a presence by my right side, and looked to see Herb, naked and glowing with a soft, beautiful white light. He looked beautiful and I felt filled with love and happiness to see him. He spoke mentally to me, and said, ‘This is our son,’ indicating my womb, ‘Take good care of him.’ I had no question then about my purpose, and have tried to do the best possible job taking care of my son ever since. It did not at all seem strange that he used the word ‘son’, although these were the days before ultrasound and I did not know what I was having. I did give birth to a boy.”


Two stories on After Earthly Life Communication

Here are two stories on After Death Communications from the book “Hello From Heaven!” by Bill Guggenheim & Judy Guggenheim

1. Smelling of Fragrance: Olfactory  After Death Communication

A story  from Lorraine, an optometrist  from New York . Her daughter, Tammy, was 25 years when she demised  in an automobile accident:

“When my daughter, Tammy, went to the Bahamas, she  bought me a bracelet and a necklace. The night that she died, she had the bracelet on and it was destroyed. For over two years since the accident, I had been trying to find a new bracelet to match my necklace. I would have paid anything for it!

It was nightime, and we were coming out of one of the attractions at EPCOT Center at Walt Disney World . My other daughter, her friend, and my husband were with me.

My daughter turned to me and said, “Ma, do you smell that?” I’ said. Oh, yeah!” We were smelling the Gloria, Vanderbilt perfume that Tammy always wore!

But as we looked around, there was nobody near us.  Her girlfriend smelled it too and said. “Why don’t we go in here?”

So we all went into the store, and I began browsing in the front. My daughter called, Ma! Ma! Come back  here!” I went to the back of the store, where they were selling jewellery. And there was  the bracelet – the exact match to my necklace Tammy! It was unbelievable!

Can this be a coincidence?  How about the fragrance which lured them to walk into gift shop?  Was Tammy guiding them to the store to show her mother that she will find the priceless bracelet she wanted?

2. Hearing a Voice – Auditory After Death Communication

Mario, age 87, is a retired sugar  merchant in Florida. His beloved wife, Nina, returned to him after she died of emphysema:

“Nina and I were fifty-seven years married. We met in a very romantic  manner, and two hours later we were irretrievably in love, completely and forever.

One night after she died, I  was sound asleep in our bedroom. Suddenly, I felt my Nina standing next to the bed. Then I heard her voice inside my head say, ” I am now in heaven, whether I deserve it or not. My great love for little children all my life made up for  my other sins. I got  permission to return to tell you that I am waiting patiently for you to join me.

“Time is meaningless here, so don’t be in a hurry. Take as long as you want before you leave the world. I will wait patiently until the day comes when you will join me here. Then we will be united in an eternal embrace.  And with that, she faded from my consciousness.

I felt a liaison, a satisfying confirmation that death would not part us, that Nina and I would be united again”.

Life in this earth is a miracle. It also does not make sense when someone close to you parts you ‘permanently’. Why on earth do we have to suffer after being close to one another?  It also does not make sense. So do the sufferings of missing someone ends once we depart this earth?  Of course those who are sceptical would only believe if they witness themselves on after death communication, while living on this earth.  But then if everything moves on well with one’s  life there is nothing one would witness. But the many books written by prominent authors which are consistent on this phenomena are overwhelming and that could subdue the traumas of the grievers.

Fiancee’s Experience

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

A Mother’s Experience

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