I Love Dead People - Part 1

I don't believe that people die. The shell is gone. The spirit lives forever. This must be true, or I'm insane. Though it would probably be easier for many people to believe the latter, I know there are those still practicing the art of breathing, that communicate with those who are not. I've met them, and we compared notes.

It started (that I remember) when I was twelve years old. My grandmother had been gone for a few weeks, when I had a dream in which she was talking with me. I could see her, smell her soft perfume, hug her and experience her presence, just as if she was right there with me.

Many people have reported these types of "Lucid Dreaming" experiences. It's not that unusual. But I had never had one like that before.

I attended a church, throughout my childhood, that frowned upon, actually severely discouraged...actually would tell you that you had demons...if you suggested that you were hearing from your dead grandmother. I loved the dream, but it also scared me. At the tender age of twelve, I was contemplating that maybe the dream had actually been a demon impersonating my grandmother, and trying to get me to talk to an evil spirit!

That's how fearful, brain-washed, and indoctrinated I was. I used to hear sermons about "demons" all the time (from infant-hood, actually). However, I don't think I was paying much attention before the age of four. As soon as I learned how to write, I was taking notes on each sermon. We had no "Kids Church" that went on while the parents heard the scary stuff. The services lasted a minimum of two hours. If the minister was long-winded - two and a half. On special "Holy Days" throughout the year, we would have two-hour services in the morning and another two hours in the afternoon (unless the minister was long-winded). The "demon sermons" inspired some dreams of a very different ilk. I took this stuff verrrrrry seriously.

So, for me to evolve so far as to welcome my dear grandmother's voice with her helpful encouragement, warnings and advice, is no small accomplishment.

I left that church about sixteen years ago, and my spiritual life has never been so rich.

I welcomed my grandmother's voice at a personal crisis point in the mid nineteen-nineties. It was pretty much, just my grandma and me until 2006. Paranormal friend count stood at ONE. (That I was aware of).

In 2004, I reconnected with a living dear childhood friend. We reminisced about how we had both come out of that controlling, awful church. She too was branching out in her beliefs. Over the months of reconnection, we were sharing so many fun lunches and dinners and phone conversations, when suddenly she got the news that she had breast cancer. As things progressed quickly, our conversations turned to thoughts of communicating with each other beyond this life. We made a pact. Whoever went first to that Neverland in the sky, would come back through to let the other know that they were okay - and to let the other know that she was still staying connected to loved ones on Earth, "The Breathing Ones."

My friend ascended in September of 2006. I was devastated by the loss, but I told her spirit that she had to stick to our agreement. Soon after her memorial service, my bedroom TV started turning on by itself, in the wee hours of the morning. One morning I saw an apparition of her, while in and out of sleep. It was more like a dream than a sighting while fully awake. As the TV instances kept happening over and over, my young son, who was sleeping in the room too, began to get frightened and paranoid about this continuing occurrence. I asked my (now spirit) friend to please communicate in other ways, so as not to scare my son. I thanked her so much for getting through to me. The TV stayed off during the night, from that time on...until my grown daughter and I went to Vegas.

My daughter was in the shower and I had fallen asleep on one of the beds in our hotel room. I was awakened by light and sound coming from the TV. It had turned on by itself. I immediately thought of my friend! Then, having to prove to myself what had just happened, I searched the bed for the remote control. Maybe I had rolled over on it and accidentally turned on the TV. The remote was sitting on the nightstand. I smiled and said "Hello" to my friend. :) Just to make absolutely sure, I questioned my daughter when she came back into the bedroom area. Logically, I knew she wouldn't have had time to play a trick on me by turning the TV on and then running back into the shower. She hadn't. I felt that my friend had found a way to say "Hi" again, without frightening my son. :)

In the fall of 2007, I had this amazing vision during a guided meditation. I saw an incredibly bright, huge angel by the doorway of the room in which the guided meditation took place. I told our guide, and she immediately thought it was her guardian angel. She told me his name. I said, "No, this one's name is Michael."

My vision that evening was clear and beautiful, this bright and loving angel took my hand and led me up wooden steps embedded into the earth. It seemed to be a vision of my own death. Though I am not Native American, this vision was in a Native American setting. The angel led me up to a cozy-looking (what I later found to be) "Hogan" structure. Soon after the vision, my family went to a museum that had an exhibit of this same type of structure. I was mesmerized, recognizing it from the meditation.

Walking inside, it looked much like the structure in my vision. The angel had led me to meet my grandmother here. I looked around, fascinated to be in a physical manifestation of what I'd envisioned, so soon after seeing it in my mind! The display included a small stove and an empty lard tin. I love antique tins. I picked it up and saw that this brand of lard was produced by a company in Illinois. My grandmother is from Chapin, Illinois. I smiled and then cried. It was a wonderful sign to me.

Now, if you think these things are just everyday-type coincidences - the "insane" theory is looking pretty good to you. If you believe in magic, spirit messages, and love that lasts forever, you might have fun reading the rest of this.