Many people have shared stories of how the greatest gift they received from their loved one is some indication at the time of death, or thereafter, that their mutual soul connection outlived the death of the body.
After-death communications (ADCs) cannot be willed into existence, but becoming more receptive to inner promptings can help. Along with its many other benefits, your regular practice of going within will create a peaceful stillness within. This state of being allows for connection to the spiritual realm and is an ideal space from which to invite an encounter with a departed loved one.
The first step to manifesting an ADC is to be open to its possibility. Often, all it takes is to mentally ask to be shown a sign that a loved one is still present.
It’s important to stay patient and alert to anything significant that might appear in your path, especially if it comes in repetitious or unexpected fashion. While some such signs are obvious and profound, many are more subtle and require us to pay extra attention. When they come in continuous patterns, the connection can seem especially powerful.
A sign may come in the form of a butterfly, a coin, a favorite song, or other type of imagery, but whatever it is, it will be something obviously related to the deceased person and typically related in a personal way.
It is possible to establish “links” with a loved one who is dying and to consciously create a shared-death experience. Such transformative gifts include: pre-death dreams or visions, shared out-of-body events, encountering heavenly realms, witnessing beings of light, and more.
Dying is a natural aspect of the cycle of life. Telling a dying person that it is okay, that you are also “at one” with it, offers powerful healing for all parties. Interpret what you witness with your heart, not your head. Feel what is going on and stay alert throughout the dying process for any indications that your loved one has encountered the spiritual realm. It helps to remain open to the grand possibilities.
PRACTICE
During your daily practice, or while falling asleep at night to influence a dream, imagine yourself as an eternal spiritual being with lasting bonds to all your loved ones. Realize you are always connected to them through your more expanded self.
To connect with a departed loved one, conjure up the feeling of what it was like to be with that person and imagine you are with them again. Contact may not happen right away and may occur outside of a dream or meditation, but keep trying, as it can take weeks or even months to develop sufficient sensitivity. Note any perceived connections in your journal.
RESOURCES
Hello From Heaven by Bill and Judy Guggenheim
Glimpses of Eternity by Raymond Moody
Shared Crossing Project founded by William Peters
I started to follow this course because my heart was broken after I lost David,my beloved husband of 42 years, to a short, violent illness in June 2022. Neither of us had ever imagined that we would not die together, we were so much in love. From our first meeting we both felt we had fused into one person, and this feeling lasted throughout our marriage, during which we weathered some dreadful crises (death of a baby, loss of our parents, cancer, Parkinson’s Disease) as a steadfast unit. We couldn’t even be apart for more than a day without both feeling we were losing our balance. So I hope you can imagine the agony I’ve endured since he departed this life.
Now I have to offer some background information for my story to make sense. I’m disabled by a progressive and painful degenerative disorder, from which I’ve suffered for over 20 years. One of the symptoms of this disease is that small groups of anomalous cells ‘sprout’ in various organs and tissues, causing intense tissue pain and disability. One of my lungs has been riddled with these growths, and a few years ago they were also discovered in my heart, causing angina. I’m regularly summoned by my hospital consultant to be checked over (scanned, X-rayed etc), to track the progress of my illness.
One evening, shortly before David died, I was struggling with the discomfort of my disease, and he said, “I know the worst trouble is in your heart. I wish I could make a miracle to cure it” , which was so typical of him. I kissed him repeatedly and said “YOU are my miracle. Please don’t worry about me. While I have you, I’m fine”. Neither of us realised that some 10 days later he would be gone after a week of intense suffering. All the time during those last days in the hospital while he was fading away from us, our two wonderful adult children and I stayed at his side, holding his hands, moistening his lips, talking to him, playing him his favourite music, and telling him how much we loved him. We also told him he was free to release himself from his pain anytime he wanted. I kept repeating “We are one, you and I. I will love you forever. You are in me, and I am in you. You are free, prepare our garden, fill it with roses, and when I come you will take my hand and lead me into it.” Despite everything we said to him, of course, we were all grief stricken when he finally drifted away. He’d been our rock for years, the best and kindest father and husband imaginable.
About one month later I was summoned back to the hospital for another set of tests: MRI of my lungs and heart, X-rays, blood tests etc. I honestly didn’t really care what the tests found because I was too grief-stricken. But a few days later I had a call from my consultant at the hospital, who told me that the latest scan results had astounded her and her colleagues, because they showed that all the lesions in my heart had disappeared. She assured me that this never happens, and she wanted me to go back for a second check, to make sure there hadn’t been a mistake. “I really don’t know how to explain it,” she said. My first thought was, “David, what have you done?” I was amazed, but perversely, even more grief-stricken at the thought that this turn of events might force me to live longer than I would otherwise have done. I was so very ready to die. I just burst into tears.
Still weeping as soon as I hung up the phone I did what David and I always used to do when we wanted to calm down: I turned on the radio to our favourite music channel. And the first piece of music I heard was a song called “September Morn” by Neil Diamond, the first music to which we had both danced when we first fell in love, and which had become our song. But it didn’t end there. Piece after piece that followed was music that had been especially precious to us: Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto #2; Edward Elgar’s ‘Nimrod’ from the Enigma Variations; Vaughan Williams’ ‘Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis’; Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto; Scott Joplin’s ‘Maple Leaf Rag’ … The radio went on like that for about 20 minutes, playing pieces we loved one after another, pieces that had both soothed us when we were sad and accompanied our moments of happiness and celebration.
This was so typical of David. He always wanted to make sure he got his message across. It was as if he were rubbing my nose in it, saying “Listen! Think! You and I will never lose each other. But you have to live. Our children still need you!”
Forgive me for admitting that I still have moments of deep dejection because I miss him SO much. I miss his voice, his touch, his bodily presence. I feel desperately lonely without his daily embraces and laughter. Despite this amazing experience, I still long to reach out when I wake up in the morning and find him there, beside me in bed. But at last I’ve begun to accept that it’s time to stop being selfish and to reflect his amazing love onto our children, who have been incredibly strong despite their own grief for their beloved father. It’s time I began to live as he would have done, and to deserve their and David’s great devotion at last.
Thank you, Dr Alexander, for your books and for this course. They help me to keep going. And I’m ashamed that I’m still yearning for signs and wonders from my Beloved when they’ve already happened. But at least, now I know how to value them.
Several decades ago, I was sitting in my middle school history class reading the daily chapter. History textbooks usually have little interesting sidebars to keep students engaged. The chapter that day had a sidebar about the history of “Uncle Sam” – the poster used for recruitment during WW2. We weren’t the first to use “xxx wants YOU”, – this came from Britain during WW1, using the British Sec. of War, Lord Kitchener.
My mother, being English, would probably know this, so I decided to test her. At the time, myself, my mother and my brother would play a nightly trivia board game – two contestants and a moderator. When it was my turn to be the game’s moderator, I picked the trivia card and read it aloud. But this time, I didn’t look at the card, instead asking my own question regarding Lord Kitchener. I then looked at the card and… to my shocked astonishment… the question on the game game card was identical to the one I just made up.!! My jaw hit the ground. There are no odds for this sort of thing.
Synchronicity! I told my mom about it (btw, she didn’t know the answer). She too was amazed, but there was no way she could grasp what had just happened. For some reason, I’ve always associated that incident with her.
Flash forward to about two months ago, my dear mother long since departed. I was reading one of Laura Lynn Jackson’s awesome books about how the departed are always with us and leave us signs for comfort and guidance. So I asked, out loud, for my mother to leave me a sign, using a couple of words that I strongly associated with her. One of the words was “Kitchener”, which I thought was sufficiently rare and unique to be proof positive. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve come across that word since I first learned of Lord Kitchener.
Well… the next evening I was about to go to bed. CNN was on, but I wasn’t paying attention to the content when I started the “off” sequence for our home entertainment system. Before it totally switched off, I caught a glimpse of a very intense interview with a reporter from the Washington Post. She was very eloquent and touching, and something about her was vaguely familiar. I was so curious I started up the TV to see if I could get an ID. The reporter’s name: Caroline Kitchener!!
Thanks Mom! Message received!
This is the best yet and I am only on #11 – I have been reviewing/listing what she was and still is like for me as suggested in order to create a feeling of being with her. amazing! to say the least and a beautiful experience. Also, this is the first time I have put on paper the communication/spirit experiences I have had with her just before she left this realm and over the weeks since (about 5 months now…) to see them all in one place and described as they occurred to me is really wonderful. I’ve done a journal before but none with the life (!?!) that this is having. Thank you both so much for creating this and giving it to us. I am getting tears now just writing this.. Jeanna
What happens if the entity you are trying to contact has re-engaged with the mortal coil in another identity.
What happens to an identity that is part of a continuing round of coming back untiul they realise that the purpose of everyting is to know the Divine Love.
I have had very direct connections with those that have recently passed, but then, suddenly, that direct connection has goine and what is left is a resonance that is capable of “representing ” the identity of the individual.
I am puzzled as to why something that some experience as part of a NDE, or pther experience has any connection to the final consciousness, that of knowing the Divine. We wouldnt for example consider that the mountains that we crossed to get to the sea had any connection to the experience of the sea. We could just as readily taken a different route that did not involve the mountains. Why would we assume that there is a connection between being in contact with the departed and the Divine.
It may even be that such an exprerience, while we are conscious of the mortal frame, would have the poopsite effiect and bind us to that experience of contacting the deaprted, rather than moving beyond that realm.
Without establishing if there is reincarnation, what it is and how it works, it doesnt seem to be of much value as far as “consciousness ” is concerned.
We could al have a zillion experiences, different from our ” normal” consiciouness, but they would have any relevance to being conscious of the Divine.
Where is the framework or understatnding that could differentiate whether an experience that is different from a normal one, is leading, or even pointing in the direction of the Divine.
Shortly after my brother passed away, an old show came on and the gentleman used our last name, “Eichelberger” multiple times. How often do you ever hear that name….ever? And on TV? In my opinion, it was a God-wink from my brother. (Thanks Mark!)
When my husband, Vinny passed on, I was trying to remember one of his favorite songs. Didn’t know the lyrics or the artist.
I was getting my nails done and all of a sudden, the song came on. Wanted to know the artist. So, I called one of his best friends and hummed loudly along. Everyone heard me. I was on a mission!
Finally his friend came up with the artist. He sent me the link to the song.
It was one of the happiest days for me. Tho, I never saw it as a way Vinny was communicating with me until this moment in time. Yay!!!!!!!!
Thank you, Eben and Karen
Wonderful ~ moment of Grace ~ a ” God shot” and true reality
As a person who has done readings forever (using stones, runes, cards, etc.—it doesn’t matter), even when I had respectable employment as well (nurse, then editor), I can say that many people have a psychic reading just so they can tell someone about their extraordinary experiences, especially of contacts with their loved ones after death. It is amazing. From what I have experienced, now in my 70s, I suspect that probably the great majority of people have experienced amazing wonderful things. Things they won’t tell their doctor, psychiatrist, spouse, or best friend. Now, isn’t this sad??? But they will readily confide in a psychic. They feel safe in confiding with a psychic. It is a great service psychics provide. And like many other participants in this program, I’ve had my own experiences with loved ones after death. My father appeared to me in his WWII uniform (he was very proud of liberating village after village in Italy of Nazi occupation, even though he came back with terrible PTSD and an inability to forgive himself for killing a German face-to-face—“he was a boy, just like me” he would say, and go into a trance; he witnessed many things that put him in trance; but he worked and took care of us 4 girls and Mama very well. He didn’t commit suicide until we were all grown up and mother had her master’s and was in good financial shape, bless him. And he did it in an organized and thoughtful way. I especially love one clear dream I had of him: he was in the old baseball field with an easel set up; he was painting a new self-portrait and was happy. He was left handed but they forced him to write with his right hand in school, and I remember him saying, “I think I could drawn, I just feel I want to do art,” but if he tried, I never saw him do it until after death. His main consciousness is in a very high place now; he peeked down once in approval when I was sanding the patio he had built to renew it. As an akashic reader, I experience being connected at the soul level, the level of higher consciousness with all my loved ones and spiritual family. There is no way we cannot be disconnected, even if we wanted to! I have also encountered some off-the-wall spirits who are not happy and some who are angry, in which case I simply wish them well, and I call for somebody in the spiritual family to come get them and help them. Then I let go of it. I don’t engage with certain types whether they have a body or not simply because nothing positive would come of it, but I do wish them well.
I got a call from the care home saying my mother passed away. I went to see her body and left distraught. When I got home I turned on the Christian television channel. The lady on the show said the name Betty. That was my mother’s name.
I sat by my father as he was taking his last breaths 6 years ago, long before I stumbled onto the path to awareness. Yet I was inspired to hold his hand and voicelessly tell him it was okay to go.
Last month I asked him for a sign of his presence. I asked for the special name he used to call me: Gali. Over the next few days my smartphone showed me every time I opened it, a commercial for shoes under the brand name “GALI”. Was this the sign I asked my father for? I hope so.
I knew before about the possibility to talk to any Person in”any world”.
I use this. In fact, it is easy if you are calm and peaceful configured to the interlocutor.
And even better configured with Love.
And, right now, I’ve talked to my parents that’s already left “this world”…
By the way, they appear in images younger than I remember them last time.
Why do people fear death?
I will explain with an example.
If somehow you get a tasty piece of cake, with your healthy mind and understanding of what is happening, you are not afraid to eat it and get pleasure.
Although you know that this piece of cake will no longer be … But someday there will be another, maybe even more delicious …
A person who does not understand what is happening can start eating this piece of cake in small pieces, tormented by their “getting”, and without receiving any pleasure. Or trying, in general, by any means to keep this piece intact. Stale, spoiled, but “mine and the whole.”
The same thing happens with Life.
Each of us subconsciously knows that Life, as such, is eternal.
But “mental deviations” or the conscious rejection of this factor for religious, social, “scientific” and other reasons, leads to the following phenomenon of consciousness:
A person perceives the “loss” of his physical body as the indefinite imprisonment of his immortal self in a coffin, in a small solitary cell. At a time when life is around.
And such a person in any way tries to stretch or “save” his life in a physical body. And does in any way, even the most senseless and unpleasant. Up to the point that they might be afraid of going to bed – and what if I did not wake up.
It is also interesting that people assert that they never or almost never dream … Although, if such a person is connected to the devices, the devices will show that a person has dreams every night …. And his memory is blocked to remember the dreams.
My father passed in my arms when I was 10. I really had a hard time with it. Mom blamed me for his death, saying I didn’t take care of him. He died of a massive coronary. My mom worked, because dad had broken his back, as a lumber jack when he was 30 and couldn’t do manual labor but worked at home mostly. We were inseparable, cause I’m the youngest child. We did everything together. He was my life, he taught me to fish, and how to clean the fish, to garden, to cook.
A week after he passed, I still couldn’t sleep much, but drifted off and he came to me in a dream. I remember it as though it happened last week. He came as a shadow, but I knew it was him because I could smell his scent. Everyone has a scent, at least I’ve noticed that. Sometimes just the scent would come through, nothing visual. This went on for a year and it was almost like he was still there, just not visible. Then, one night, he came to me with the shadow effect. He told me he had to leave now and that I would be fine, but if I really needed him to just call and he would be there. I was devastated at first, but soon I noticed when I got too sad I could smell his scent and I felt better. I’m 82 now, and he still visits around the time he died, Dec 10th each year.
Four years ago my husband passed, at home, cared for by Hospice. He was ill about a year. Our children were in and out during this time, but the night he left our son was there with me and the Hospice Nurse, when he decided to go. We
had talked to him and explained that if he was ready, which he said he was, we wanted him to come back and see us, which he said he would. That was 4 years ago and still to this day, when I awake during the night and even in the morning, I immediately feel his presence there in bed with me. What a loving, peaceful feeling it is. About 10 years ago
I bought him a wind chime. It is about 5ft long and has a deep sound like the OMs we sing, and whenever he visits his chime will ring( even when there is NO wind). We all know he’s with us specifically at these times.
Bless you Karen and
Eben for this Miraculous Journey. We Bless you and love you so much.
Day 11 was incredible! I didn’t do the exercise at night because I was extremely tired, but this morning I had an appointment and on my way home I stopped in front of this magnificent Oratory. I went inside and did a meditation inside in a sacred place, where you get the highest energy. I wanted to hear from my mom so bad and I got I great gift!!! I saw my brother, we hugged so hard. I saw my father and we cried, and I saw my mother, she gave me the biggest hug, I felt the intense heat around me. She told me how much she loved me and that I’m not alone, they are always with me, and at that point my phone, which was in silent mode, started to vibrate for a minute or so without stopping. It was so emotional!
I will go back to that place and try again.
Thank you Eben and Karen
Last year I “lost” my Son to suicide. He has a Wife and three kids. After the shock came anger. A anger at God for not saving my Son. I was walking my dog and yelled to God that I wanted a sign. A black bird flew by. I said that is not good enough! I want a Hawk or a Eagle, top of the food chain. Just then a Hawk flew right over my head and up over a house and disappeared. Since then I see Hawks on regular occasions. One flew right in front of my car and dropped a fish. I had a reading after a year with a famous medium and she brought him through loud and clear. I had a better reading last week by another famous medium. Between the two of them I gained such peace and comfort. Also, answers to many questions. He said that life goes on. I’m right here. Ever since that first one, I have been hearing the same song everywhere I go. I went to take a picture of my computer screen and there were all kinds of colors coming from four directions and meeting in the middle in a star shape. There was also a static sound. I took a video and pictures. I could only see it through my phone and it lasted for several moments. Just the other day, walking the dog at midnight, I said to myself I guess I won’t get a sign now. No one or nothing is around. Right by the spot where the Hawk happened, a big owl flew out of the wooded lot across the street and 5 feet in front of and across my path and disappeared. The signs go on and on. I can communicate with my Son telepathicly. I just think about him and really focus and pay attention. I hear his voice and he still has his funny dry sense of humor and kind personality. I asked for a dream visitation and I was buzzed awake by energy flowing through my body. Instantly I thought “you came. I love you.” I felt the most beautiful piece and love. I was in sleep paralysis and couldn’t move. As he left, I felt his hand touch my hair. I belong to a group of bereaved Moms and we all get amazing signs.
That’s beautiful Debbie. God bless you and may God bless your son
My mother died of a sudden fatal heart attack at home alone in the morning (per coroner), age 82, on March 25, 2003. I happened to go to her house after my workday, as I sometimes did, & shocked to find her dead on the floor. In following days, weeks, I stayed at her house to look after it, & her pet cat (whom I kept) (my father was in a nursing home). One night in the first week or so, as I lay in bed asleep, my mother (spirit) appeared overhead in the bedroom: – she was much younger, 20s or 30s; I asked her a question (telepathically?) and she responded.
I am not psychic. There have been several other occasions in my lifetime when I have received contact from deceased spirits, both human & animal (pets).
How beautiful to read so many touching stories about departed loved ones and our connection to them.
I have personally found that there is always a sign of some kind when someone dies. My mother, a bright and colourful personality who loved company and friendship died suddenly and unexpectedly. Everyone was distraught and there was much weeping however the most beautiful double rainbow appeared over the house and we all knew instantly that mum was ok. Since then we have always thought of her when a rainbow appears! My father was a daredevil fun loving kind of chap. His beloved older brother was a spitfire pilot and had died in the war. My father also wanted to join the RAF but his mother had not allowed him to, having already lost one son – a constant regret in his life. As his coffin was lowering into the ground a 2nd world war biplane appeared out of nowhere and began to do an aerial display of loops and rolls right overhead! The pilot was having such fun! Everyone thought we had arranged it but we hadn’t. We all knew though that he he had met up with his brother again and they were having a great time flying together!.
Every death I have experienced has had a sign of some kind like these.
A very close friend committed suicide many years ago. She had been unhappy but the night she did it she had been drinking too much. As the hearse went towards the cemetery with her body in the back it broke down. I knew immediately that she regretted bitterly what she had done and the pain it had caused to those she left behind. I have thought of her and prayed for her over the years but only occasionally managed to feel close connection. This exercise reminded me of this and I am remembering her again in my prayers – this evening for a fleeting few seconds I did feel her spirit near….. Prayers for those we have loved and who have passed are so important. All the great spiritual traditions tell us that our loved ones sense these prayers and are comforted and nourished by them and I am sure this is true.
Having said all this I do think it is important to let the departed go after an appropriate period of grief, they have new worlds to explore and amazing journeys ahead away from this world and its cares. Too much grieving and yearning for their presence again, however, only pulls them back, I feel, and does not allow those of us who are left behind here to move on fully in our earthly lives.
It’s very good to reflect on death, I think. With all of life’s different possibilities the only real certainty is that one day we are all surely going to die…………………………
My father, who had worked for the railroad, was dying in another state and I was apprised of the progress from my siblings. Before I received the final call, I heard a train whistle, even though there were no trains any where near where I lived. I knew that Dad had died and was okay. It was a comforting gift from him.
When my mother died 5 years ago, I was standing in my backyard weeping before her funeral, a white butterfly appeared and danced around my head, then fluttered away the length of my yard within my vision, right then I new it was a sign from her, that she was just fine.
Two months after my mother died, I kept having the same dream where I was sitting in the dining room and she was in the kitchen near the sink. I would get up and talk to her and give her a big hug, then I would wake up crying. I have not received any communication (yet) from my father or sister who passed recently. BUT – almost 20 years ago I knew a young man (19 years old) who committed suicide. He used to call me for rides or would want to borrow $20. One night about a week after his memorial service, I was practicing the organ in my living room around 9 o’clock. Suddenly I knew he was behind me in the room just looking at me. It was a very strong unmistakable feeling. I knew that if I turned around, I wouldn’t “see” anything. So without turning around, I just smiled and said, “No Phil, you can’t have $20”. After a few minutes his presence left. If someone had told me about that I never would have believed them. It was nice of him to come and see me.
Great topic! Before my mother passed of alzheimer’s I sat with her for 2 weeks as they had stopped food and water. She made is past my brothers birthday (May 4th) and my birthday (May 5th) and passed the very next morning (May 6th). I don’t know why but I felt this was intentional on her part. While I sat with her, I told her that she could come back and play tricks on me if she liked, as we had become quite child-like and playful in the last couple of years of her disease. Three months after she passed I awoke to find her soft angora tam on the floor beside my bed (it had been placed on a fireplace mantel 4 rooms away on the other side of the house). I smiled and thanked her for letting me know she was still here. 3 months later I came home at noon from work and used the front door (which I only did at noon time) and there in the front lobby was her soft blue tam again. This filled my heart with incredible joy! 3 months later I was building a cat run in my garage and I stopped to hear the xmas music box begin to play all by itself in the other room. I smiled and thanked my mom for coming to visit. This all stopped, but then over the next couple of years my front door bell would go off in the middle of the night. This occurred a few times, months apart, and no one outside when I would go to look. I felt that this was my mother playing tricks on me again and it felt very special. Then this too stopped after a year or so. Nothing for a while, then an unusual but repetitive activity began to happen in my bathroom, that continued on for a couple of years. The comb that I used to keep on the top of the shower door would come crashing down into the tub, usually when I was sitting in the living room. When this would happen, I would go to retrieve the comb and place it back up on the ledge and chat with my mom and thank her for letting me know she was dropping by. This happened several times, and after a year I decided to place a foam patch on top of the shower door so that it would not be so slippery. Well, this didn’t matter as the comb would periodically still come crashing into the shower. These experiences occurred for a couple of years and then stopped for a year or more. I mentioned to a friend who had just lost his wife about connecting with our loved ones, and shared the experience with the comb with my mom, with him. Keep in mind, this had not occurred in well over a year or more. Well the next evening, crash… the comb came down one more time into the shower. Never since… but interesting that it occurred one more time after I’d mentioned it in passing.
I appreciate these suggestions as I am desperately wanting to connect with my beloved cat (Tango) with whom I had an extremely emotional soul connection with. She passed last August of lung cancer and it was an extremely emotional and spiritual journey the year heading up to her passing. I wish so much that I could feel her presence, or see or hear her, or receive some sort of sign from her that she is with me and around me now. As you have suggested here, these wonderful experiences cannot be “willed”.
I’ve had the privilege to not only pass on many irrefutable messages and proof of life after physical death but also to be present at the time of transition. Too see the peace that is provided by solid proof of life after physical death is indescribable. Our two world’s are only a thought away, and you can link with your loved ones in an instant. Be gentle and be loving and you will connect
A year after my mother passed I was in the same hospital for whiplash. As I was waiting for the nurse I entered a state of utter tranquility and felt the presence of my mother. During her earthly life she often said that she felt the presence of God and her own mother, preceded by the fragrance of lilacs. Well, as I was still waiting for the nurse the fragrance of lilacs permeated the hospital room along with the most beautiful peace (which isn’t even the right word to describe). The nurse entered the room and then stopped abruptly in her tracks. She looked about the room, then at me and asked, “what did you do in here?”.
I asked her, “What do you feel?”, to which she replied “beautiful, peace”…and then she stated, “I smell….lilacs!”
I’m not certain why I’ve been so blessed in my life to have been visited by several that have departed, yet the experiences have led me to the beautiful understanding and knowing that death is not an ending at all, only a transition. I’ll share about two.
The first occurred when I was a teenager in the 70s. I sensed my mother appearing as a large energy field a few days after she passed. She appeared many times in various vivid dreams over the years as well – distinctively different from regular dreams.
When my dad passed in the late 90s, his was an incredible experience for me as well, even more so than with my mother. I was driving home after visiting with him in the hospital, when I sensed a portal open up above me. The portal was similar to Eben’s description of the inky blackness in his Proof of Heaven book. This portal contained thousands of light orbs in the distance moving in a circular fashion within the inky blackness. My parent’s energy was ecstatic and sensed prominently above my head. They were incredibly happy to be together again. As I pulled into the driveway, the phone was ringing. My dad’s doctor was calling to say that my dad had just passed. My dad has also visited me many times since then both in spirit as well as in vivid dream form.
If it is a help to others, I’d also like to share that transitioning isn’t reserved for humans. When one of my dogs died unexpectedly and in my arms, a different type of portal opened up for her to transition through. Hers was to the side rather than coming from above like I sensed with my father. Instead of an inky blackness, it was more grey and the orbs were not as intensely bright.
Thank you, Eben and Karen, for your work and opening up this opportunity to share. Most don’t understand these experiences and it is wonderful to share and hopefully assist others in the process.
I’ve enjoyed reading about other’s experiences.
Namaste
On my first birthday after my father’s death, I demanded of him a signal. That night, I prayed to him, as always, and then I dreamed with him (a beautiful dream) and when I waked up, I put on my favourit radio (a classical radio) and it was playing a little piece of an Austrian composer, that I had not hear before, named Peter Heidrich. The music that was playing was a wonderful music named “Happy Birthdhay Variations” This fact pleasantly surprised me in such a way and I was astounished throughout the day.
Many souls from the spirit world visit on a regular basis. the most profound was my deceased infant daughter who passed at 15 days old in l995. |In 2004 I was going through a tough time as her father left for a 25 year old Barbie Boo. I was taking a bath using cinnamon soap which I thought would be the last time \I used it as it was getting small and thin.
I asked her to come and help me through this difficult time. A couple of hours later I went into the bathroom and there was her face in the soap. Unreal, I took many photos and wrote a story about our short life together. It was certainly a healing time for me and lead me to teach meditation. As a Reiki Master for 25 years, I have had many beings present themselves in the treatment room. The story and photo is on my website http://www.sonicmeditationsforyou.com
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My Mother Grace took her last sweet breath on Thanksgiving November 26, 2009. Our family was caring and enfolding Her at hOMe in her bed. A Mother of 11 children looked eternally young… at one point I went downstairs and played the piano… I choose a song I wrote for my Father & Mother entitled Italian Hearts Embracing… when the music uplifted to Her bedroom, my Mother took Her last breath….
The beauty of this course led me to ask the question of where is my deceased loved ones now: Father Angelo, Mother Grace, and Brother John… did they re-incarnate, go to a heavenly realm, etc…?
I will continue to ask the question and utilize the hopeful ADC techniques and create a space to invite and encounter my departed Loved Ones… I want to do the same with my departed animal Loved Ones as well. Thank you for reminding me and reconnecting me… that WE are ALL Eternal Spiritual Beings.
I have had so many ADC, that I feel like I am living in multiple dimensions. While in a hypnagogic state, shortly after my son transitioned back to his heavenly home, I received the most amazing hug from him. I felt his arms wrap around me, and I was able to kiss his left hand and right arm. I could feel the hair on his arms. It was incredible. I knew it was him because I know my son. Another one that was indisputable was at the first Thanksgiving after his transition. We were outside and offered a toast to him. We had the door open to the house and heard glass shattering. We all ran into the house and found nothing ( they are non believers). When I cleaned up I realized that one of the wine glasses were missing. We have never been able to find it, despite looking in every cabinet. My journey now is to let everyone know that death is an illusion. Thank you for your wonderful book.
I experienced an ADC from my mother the second night after she passed away. My mom had a rough life and had an angry “edge.” However, when I saw her after-death, I sensed her personality had changed and communicated to her telepathically, “Mom, you’re not angry anymore!” She responded telepathically, “That’s not possible here!” Her appearance was translucent and she was indeed in a white robe. Her hairstyle was as it was in life, but her face exuded rainbow-colored light. I remember thinking she looked a bit like a Light Bright child’s toy. I loved my mom dearly and was heart-broken when I learned she died, crying intensely. After the first day and the ADC however, I could not cry anymore. Though at the time, I did not believe in anything spiritual, it seemed so real. Many years later, I had some amazing STEs that changed my life. It wasn’t until then that I looked back and realized the ADC with my mother was real! Lately, after reading about how spirits can send animals as signs, I asked my mom to send me a bird. Seconds later, a hummingbird zipped from one side of my face to the other, then flew nose to beak with me. I’ve asked my mom for the hummingbird on three occasions, and it flew right up to me each time I asked. On one of these occasions, it circled my entire head, facing me, before flying off the way it had come! Thanks Eben and Karen for these wonderful teachings!
About a week before my dad’s passing away earlier this year he appeared before me in what I call a vision or a waking dream. He had been diagnosed with end-stage lung cancer and he was at home receiving comfort care. We both knew he did not have much longer to live. Sadly, we lived a good distance apart and for many other reasons as well, I wasn’t able to go stay with him. We had several conversations over the phone in the preceding months which I completely enjoyed. It was really nice because he told me stories about when he was younger that I had never heard before. About a week before he passed away I had a vision of him standing in front of me. I was awake sitting at my desk and I saw him there, standing on the beach. He looked like he was about 10-12 years old and his hair was snowy white just like it was when he was younger. He was surrounded by, filled with, radiating incredible light. He stood there and smiled and waved. I had a feeling that we were playing a game and he was about to run away and hide. It was very real to me and I had a feeling of incredible peace and joy. After he passed away I was at a dinner following the funeral and I told the story to my dad’s pastor and good friend. The pastor told me that about a week before he passed they had been praying for me and my siblings to be at peace. I miss him and his wonderful voice but at least I was given this wonderful gift before he went away.
My wife returned to the light about a year ago. Before she left, she promised me she would check in on me periodically. I was holding her and singing softly to her as her physical body took its final earthly breath. I sensed her in the room for about 20-30 minutes, and then a number of times over the next few months. Once in a state of deep grief, I reached my energy out to her and was able to find and touch her. She responded by sending back a beautiful wave of love. The barrier between this world and the next is permeable and we can do things to help us see and communicate across it. If you are reading this, you are taking your own steps for this ability. Having said this, I will add that having this communication with my wife did not lessen the grief of loss, but it did provide a context of separation rather than nonexistence.
That is so wonderful John you have such amazing ADC with your wife. My husband passed away 2 yrs ago and I have had communication with him through a couple evidential mediums. Hoping some day I can experience the direct communication you have had.
My first husband died in a car accident after only 6 months of marriage. My father (who is alive and well at the age of 99) dreamed that night that my husband told him to gather me and his parents together to tell us something important. He told us (via my father’s dream) that we have nothing to fear in death, he was in such a good place. It brought me infinite peace over the years and I shared that with other members of his family. I also felt his soul pass through me on the dawn of the morning after his car accident. I was 25 at the time, (I am 55 now) but I have never doubted what I felt, and I will know that very brief feeling of bliss always.
My mother died of alcoholism 3 years after that, when I was 28. I had a difficult relationship with her, but via dreams we have worked so much out. It is nothing short of amazing. I am able to connect with both my first husband and my mother at will, and sometimes, with others that have passed.
In my work (I’m a hypnotherapist, Akashic Record reader and Intuitive healer) I sometimes connect to a client’s loved one. It happened in a group reading/regression once, with such intensity that I had to stop what I was doing and focus on the “group of beings” that were gathered in the left side of the room. There was a mother within that group of beings that needed to relay a message to her daughter.
I can remember when I was about 14 suddenly waking up in the middle of the night and walking into my parents bedroom telling them that grandmother had just died. She lived in a separate house on the property and my parents were spooked thinking that I had been outside during the middle of the night, but to me it all seemed so natural to pass on the message.
When I was young and would suddenly get an impression of someone who had just died I would talk to them in my head as if they were in the room with me (they were of sorts) But throughout my life the most receptive times of that other worldly sensitivity are during hypnopompia, the period just before waking.
As you say you have to be open the the idea and all possibilities.
I did not pick up anything today but I will relay a mystical experience I had a couple days before Christmas 2016.
I was meditating in my living room the Wednesday before Christmas and have slider doors that lead out to my front porch. While meditating I heard crows who have been messengers for me in the past.. This time, it was like they were in my living room really screaming. I remember I didn’t want to acknowledge them but they were very close and got louder and louder until I said ok. I pulled myself out of my meditation and then I sat to try to see what message I got. All of a sudden, I felt spirit jump into my being which scared me as this had never happened before. I felt something very heavy down around my first chakra, I knew it was not an immediate family member who was going to past, but someone from my childhood. I then felt the spirit leave. I said a prayer and asked God to help me decipher what just happened. That Friday before Christmas, I woke up and checked my messages via phone. I saw a notification from our high school facebook that there was a posting. Since it was before Christmas and I had alot to do to get ready for Christmas, I decided I did not want to get on facebook as it can eat up alot of time if you allow it. I received a message to go back an look at that message. As a good stewart, I did. It turned out my ex fiancee from high school had passed away from cancer and he died on that Wednesday and that spirit that jumped into mine was my ex financee. After the initial shock, I proceeded to talk to him indicating how much I had appreciated the first love experience with him. I also indicated that I forgave him for anything he had done and asked for his forgiveness for anything I had done. A great Buddhist prayer on forgiveness. I then told him how I felt we were soul mates. As I did this, he showed me a face but I did not recognize it. As I was about to tell him, I don’t understand about the picture of the man I saw, he then showed many many faces changing from mostly men but a few woman. Then I realized he had showed me the many incarnated faces (bodies) he had been in his many life times on earth. I started to cry and felt so blessed to have been in communication with him and to have receive such a great gift as I know from my own NDE they are near us when they first pass over. Later, I found out the heaviness I felt on that Wednesday was him going through his life review. I was told by a channeler how helpful it was for him that I had told him that I forgave him. His life review was a little bit easier for him because I said that to him. Life has so many blessings when we allow it too!
thank you so much!! Sometimes the person that died feels so …so…close! Sometimes I wish my “eyes” could be open!
Sometimes a person will say “I will always be with you,” and then the person dies.
Of course, it is true that a person’s spirit will be with you if you allow her spirit to be in your heart and/or mind. The person is not physically present; but by remembering her and her spirit, you can be led or encouraged to do the things she wanted or wished for–or to be reminded of her love. I cherish the times that I remember my mother’s love and support. And yes, she is with me–in spirit. It does not go any further, as much as I would like to have her back.
I had the honor of serving the dead for nearly 20 years, culminating in a book I wrote about the art of death midwifery. During that time, I had many extraordinary experiences with the dying. My mentorship with Dr. Raymond Moody confirmed that some of them were shared death experiences. Most certainly the dying are our teachers if we learn the language…which can be non-verbal or what we might call nonsense.
A couple of years ago my first husband, who is deceased “came “ to me and made it clear that my work was now to cross the threshold of death and work with the dead. That was a shock as I feel I have no natural ability for this type of communication as many others do. So I began and continue to blog about my experience. Communicating with the dead in any consistent, verifiable way is extremely difficult, at least, for me. I studied with several mediums, with Dr. Moody, and now soon with others on varied paths. I don’t know if I will ever be successful (to my mind) but the journey is so very interesting and rich. Thank you Eben and Karen for being a fascinating part of this experience.
Maybe you could ask your first husband for assistance and let him show you the way . He might be able to bring the right medium teacher to you. There are many good ones out there.
I’m missing Daisy, consumed with grief and I need a few days off.
Of course you are and of course you do. I hope you feel supported in taking care of yourself and doing what you need to begin the very hard work of grieving. My heart goes out to you.
Often I think back to people I have known and loved, sometimes it can be a fleeting experience, other times it shows itself to be at the instigation of the one passed on . Our family lost, if that is the right word, almost a year ago a young man of only thirty years. His manner of passing was over dose of heroin. Some weeks ago he “appeared” in my sitting room in the doorway and explained to me for a few minutes certain circumstances that led up to his death. All the while he stood looking at my computer and I know that was because he wanted me to relay his message to the ones he hurt most. His Mum and Dad. This I did, which gave them a different aspect to the situation. I have experienced for example, whilst talking to someone in the street, I am given either information as to why that person may be unwell or unhappy and I seem to be given words to pass on in comfort or advice. They are always, either amazed, “How did you know that?” or later, thank me for my insight and said they found it helpful! It is just a case of, well, not holding your ear to the ground, as the saying goes, but holding your heart up to Heaven. Aren’t we blessed! At the start of a new week, many Blessings to you all. Margaret
That is so nice. What a wonderful gift to give grieving families.
“holding your heart up to heaven”….that was lovely, Margaret!