Do Soul Mates and Soul Path Continue after Death?

Fate, mysterious and ever-unfolding, continued to interlace my journey with unexpected lessons and moments of grace. In the quiet spaces between grief and hope, I noticed subtle signs—dreams that shimmered with meaning, gentle nudges that seemed to come from beyond the veil, guiding me through the labyrinth of loss and transformation. The planets appeared to be more than celestial bodies—they became markers, signaling turning points and new beginnings, as if the universe itself was conspiring to lead me towards healing. My intuition grew sharper, and in my nightly reveries, the presence of loved ones felt palpable, their encouragement echoing through each difficult decision. Through these encounters with the unseen, I started to believe that the tapestry of my existence was being rewoven, thread by thread, in ways both wondrous and unpredictable. The witnessing of fate using its upper hand started to make itself known, eight years after my husband’s death.

What follows is my story regarding the roads of fate, planets, and the hand of God. Join me as I walk you through the steps given to put one on their life path, and to add them to another path. The path of a soul group.

une 18th, 2005, I entered widowhood. It was the day before Father’s Day. As I kissed my husband’s forehead and said goodbye, it dawned on me that we started to live together the day after Father's Day, twenty-nine years ago. At that time, I didn’t recognize a path was being created for both my deceased husband and me.

My husband was diagnosed with emphysema four years ago. That September, I nearly lost him, but his determination kept him going. He wanted to make sure I got moved to Florida. My prayers got answered. He walked out of the hospital that September, and I flew out to our new condo mid-October to get his oxygen set up and anything else he would need. On November 1st, he landed in Florida, and for nine months we lived as newlyweds. We never had that opportunity, when we got married.

Every day, he showed me how to live when death was lurking around the corner. Nothing was left unsaid between us. In many ways, we acted like newlyweds. We knew his dying was inevitable. I even had dreams of my life after his death. He loved those dreams. He gave me his impressions of what I should expect after he did die. Our home was full of laughter, until the ambulance came.

I told my husband that the doctor suggested Hospice. He was surprised. I still remember him saying, “It’s time?”
Hospice was in the hospital right across the street from where we lived. He went in for a few days, and was released for a few days, before his final journey back into Hospice. The day before his passing, he talked about what he saw. We were both spiritual and highly psychic. He mentioned it was more beautiful than we thought. He wanted me to go with him. He didn’t want to leave me. This surprised me, but I calmed him and told him, I would visit in my dreams.

**Note** I’ve been a professional medium for years and never ran into a spouse wanting their mate to go with them.

That night I went home to get a few hours of sleep. Hospice called at 4:07 a.m. to let me know he died. Mourning is beyond any pain we can describe. Twelve months I mourned. I cried enough tears that could fill an ocean, and every day this horrific numbness followed me around like a shadow. The year anniversary was coming up. I made plans to go to Pennsylvania to spend time with a girlfriend

A few days prior to his 1st anniversary I had a dream. What a lovely dream, I thought. In the dream he showed me that another man was sleeping beside me. He gave me his first name and mentioned that he was an expert astrologer. I awoke wondering could this be real? Would he help me carry out my late husband’s and my life path? Could life, once again, rise into joy?

The day before I was to fly to my friend’s house, I met the man in the dream. His name, height and being an astrologer fit to the tee. Inwardly, I felt Wally was reassuring me I would have another man in my life, and he approved. I was grateful for the prophetic dream.

Two years later this relationship ended in shambles. A dark web of self-loathing, self-hating and low self-esteem were the only elements growing. On top of a relationship ending, moving became a necessity. I didn’t know where to go. A man I met on the internet and became good friends with over the past two years offered me room and board. He would drive all the way to where I was living, and he would bring me back to his house. We never met. The day he showed up at my door every alarm inside me went off. I had chosen to ignore the warnings and moved across country to his place.

One year later, my daughter had a dream from her father. It stated to get me out of that man’s house. I headed back to Florida to stay with my daughter for a month, until I found an apartment. I just turned sixty. I was unaware of a secret mission for a soul path was being created.

The first six years after his death were a disaster. I prayed I could get myself together. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Add another failed relationship, to my list of disasters. At the same time my daughter decided she needed to move back to her hometown. I was left. My first experience of abandonment. Several months later I had a chance to move back to where my husband and I lived, just a different condo. Was this a golden opportunity?

Moving back was bittersweet. Memories of my life with my late husband comforted me, even though this was a different condo. My hopes and dreams reached out to grab ahold of something substantial. I managed for a little over a year, and then I decided to ask for help. I recognized an obsession controlling me. I had high hopes to get the guy from the dream back. It didn’t work. Why did my husband give me this dream? Did he hate me? Not until a a decade later would I understand these were the breadcrumbs on my fated path. That July of 2013 I decided to call on my spirit guide, who I used to channel. He did what I asked. He brought my husband, two musican spirit friends, Goddess, and another Galaxy. Their purpose was to do a spirit intervention.