As The Veil Thins

Today, October 31st, we have a second full moon in the same month which is called a Blue Moon. It coincides with All Hallow’s Eve (Halloween) which is the precursor to November 1st which is All Saints Day. Additionally, we have to turn the clocks back. What a busy day indeed!

The veil thins during this time. What does that mean? It is a time when the separation between the living and those who have passed away is thinner and perhaps we can find communication easier between us.

These last few years I have had many loved ones pass away and it has been difficult to go on without them in my life. As with anyone who has grieved, there have been times when the ache has been tremendous and the yearning for one more moment with them has been overwhelming. But at other times, I have felt peace, knowing they are not suffering anymore and are with God.

My loved ones have given me many signs that they are still with me. Often I have often felt their presence even though they have passed away. For that, I am truly grateful. While some may say these events were coincidental, I know in my heart that they were truly signs of love from those dearly departed souls whom I miss.

Have you ever had signs from those who have passed away? Please share!

Shine On!

xo

The Discovery on Netflix

Have you seen the Netflix movie called The Discovery?

I watched it the other night and it brought up a lot of questions that maybe you have pondered as well – for example –

What happens after death?

I find The Discovery an interesting answer to that question.  I would love to hear if you have seen the movie and what you thought of it.  In case you haven’t heard of the movie, below is the trailer in case you’re interested.

Feel free to share any thoughts you may have!

Shine On!

xo

Angelic Visitors

Sky-filled with angelic clouds was how I was greeted the other morning.  Luckily before the winds moved the clouds too far, I was able to get a photo of what I deem a sky filled with angels, just waiting for me to notice them.

What do you think?  Do the cloud formations look like angels to you?  Or is it just me?  Can you see the angels gliding through the sky with your imagination?  Do you even believe in angels?

I do believe in angels and in spiritual encounters.  I myself, have dreamed that I died and went to Heaven and told you about it in a previous blog post here.   So for me, it was a natural assumption that these were angelic clouds reminding me of the peace in my life, the blessings that are mine by Divine Right and the fact that I am grateful every single day to be here with you.

Lately I’ve been having dreams that include my Dad (who’s passed) and a few others who have passed as well.  I am thinking that perhaps their presence in my dreams is actually them visiting me, to give me a message that they are still with me.  But then again, maybe it’s simply my mind processing new information or going back to kind memories.  The funny thing is that all those who have passed, when they are in my dreams, they are not how I remembered them at the end.  Instead, in my dreams, they are vibrant, young and happy.  How wonderful is that!

Have you ever had any angelic experiences?  Please share as I love to read them!  I hope and pray you have a lovely, peaceful Sunday ~ that you find gratitude in the smallest of blessings in your life and that you cherish and love those around you for kindness and a loving heart expand the heartlight of the Universe which we are all a part of today.

Shine On!

xo

Do You Fear Death?

This is probably a loaded question for a Monday morning, but on the heels of Easter, I thought I’d ask.  For you see, I’ve been thinking a lot about death these days since I’ve been taking care of a few family members who are older and plagued with dementia and I have recently had another one pass away.

Honestly, I do not fear death.  But, let me explain myself.  More than 20 years ago, I had a dream that I died.  As the old saying goes, ‘if you dream that you died, you will die’, but let me allay your fears as I am still here.  However, the dream is still as vivid as it was the morning I awoke from it, even after 15 surgeries, chemotherapy and radiation etc.  The peace I felt in the place I believe was Heaven stays within my heart, soul and mind.

The beauty that surrounded me was astounding in my dream.  I was in Heaven, with fields of colorful tulips as far as my eye could see, standing on the puffiest, softest white clouds imaginable.  In my dream, I knew I had passed away and had arrived in Heaven.  It was ethereal as you can imagine.  There was not a cloud in the sky, but a beautiful bright light emanated everywhere, surrounding me with such an incredible loving embrace and a true sense of peace.  I felt love deep within my soul like I have never felt before nor since in my life.  A innate sense of serenity and tranquility filled my being like never before and I remember smiling in wonder at the feeling.  I was standing still, taking in the entire scene and the beauty filled my soul.  I saw no one.  I just felt innately that I was where I belonged.  There was no regret in being there.  I felt no loss for having left Earth nor my family.  I simply felt that I was where I was supposed to be at that moment.  It was special.  It was life-altering.  The experience gave me such an utter peace in my soul that I continue to carry to this day and I feel blessed, honored and grateful to have experienced what I believe was a heavenly dream.

Why did I dream this?  I have no earthly idea as to the reason.  There was nothing wrong with me or any of my family so I don’t believe that it was a processing of a fear-based emotion.  Many years down the road, I was fighting for my life against breast cancer, but I’ve since healed and even though I’m never quite out of the woods per se, I am still here, cancer free for which I am grateful.

I would love to know how you feel about death.  Do you fear death?  Have you ever had a dream that you passed away?  Have you ever experienced anything similar?  Please share your stories and connect with me.

Shine On!

xo

 

 

 

All Soul’s Day

Today is All Soul’s Day which comes on the heels of All Saint’s Day and Halloween which is also known as the Day of the Dead.  Having quietly celebrated my Dad’s birthday yesterday 2 years after he passed, I realize the importance of such a day of remembrance.  I was unable to write a fitting post yesterday so I guess today’s is good enough.

Today I ask you to remember those whom have passed in your life.  Those souls who have passed away in death and those who have passed out of your life but who are still living ~ for each soul who touches your life has a story and a gift for you.  It is up to you to see that for yourself, to accept the gift and to acknowledge it.  You also give a gift to those with whom you have connected and it is your choice in what gift you leave behind in your wake.  (yes, wake, pun intended).

I had a stormy relationship with my Dad.  For a long time after his passing, I was unable to think of his presence in my life as a gift.  I turned away from the loving thoughts that would have healed my hurting soul.  Anger, resentment and frustration at choices made, situations experienced and life itself ate me up in my heart.  I tried very hard to forgive and forget but it wasn’t until I was ready to release the massive black hole that I came to accept him as he was, flaws and all.  And in accepting him, I was able to see that I was accepting myself.  Geez if I had only not wasted so much time in turmoil, but then my lesson took longer than I expected.  I’ve learned that lessons come in the right time when we are ready to learn.

We have a life here filled with choices that by our free will, we are divinely guided, when we listen with our hearts.  Please take a moment today to listen to your heart ~ fill up your heart with love, light and hope; warm yourself with Divine Guidance; see the good in all people; trust your soul; bless those in your life (past and present) and accept each soul’s gift with gratitude for the experience and beauty that is present in all presence.

Rest in Peace Dad.

Shine On!

xo

 

 

What we don’t say…

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say

One of my favorite bloggers click here to visit MichelleMarie posted this the other day and it’s been haunting me ever since because it touched my heart.  Perhaps it’s because we are coming up on the 2nd Thanksgiving holiday since my Dad passed.  There are lots of things that were left unsaid between us.  At first when he passed, I was sad, then I was angry, then I told him a thing or two in my mind to his spirit wherever it may be.  And now I’ve found peace ~ and gratitude ~ just in time for Thanksgiving.

But I don’t want you to be haunted like I was ~ so I would love for you to take the above advice to heart.

This Thanksgiving, take a moment to be grateful for all of the people in your life for they are all here for a reason.  Take the time to reach out to tell them how much they mean to you.   Perhaps you could even write a gratitude list for yourself.  You could write a gratitude letter to them thanking them for all they have done for you.  Yesterday I told you about how grateful I was to receive those 2 cards in the mail from Julia ~ imagine your family’s delight at hearing how they make a difference in your life!

Shine On!

xo

Papa Can You Hear Me?

I awoke the yesterday morning and it’s been a race for me to write what happened because I must tell you that I dreamt of my Dad last night.  In fact, my dream was so very real that I am still reeling this morning.  I dreamt that the phone rang and when I answered it, it was my Dad.  And at first I thought my sister had found a recording of a message that my Dad had left, but it wasn’t.  It was my Dad talking to me, calling me.  And I was so overwhelmed that at first, once I realized it, I was quiet.  But then, we began to talk.  It was his voice, strong and clear, not the voice that is left on my answering machine which is raspy and weakened as it was when he was in the hospital.  It was the voice of my Dad that I remember.

And you know why he called me?  He wanted me to know that my tests came back normal and he was so happy that they had.  And as I sit here weeping while my fingers try to keep up with the words that I want to share with you, I want to you know that I truly, in my heart, feel like he called me in my dream.  I can’t explain it nor will I try.  It matters not to me if you believe that I believe that he really called me.  But he did.  I am softened by his words, I am feeling peaceful.  I am grateful.

Has this ever happened to you with a loved ones who has passed away?

Thanks for letting me share.

Shine On!

xo

P.S.  Fact is, my tests did come back normal! 🙂

P.P.S.  I wrote this post the other day, but had to let it marinate for a few days.

Penguins…Messages from Heaven…Pop Pop

Yesterday I spent with my Mom and we were going through my Dad’s email account to see if we had missed any messages from people who didn’t know that he had passed away back in June.  I did find 4 people who were continuing to email him and probably wondering why he hadn’t been responding as he was an avid emailer, so I sent them a note to reach out and let them know what had happened.

In looking though the messages, I found one from July 6 from my 12 year old son to Pop Pop.  I couldn’t believe my eyes…what in the world?  My son knew Pop Pop had passed so why was he emailing him?  Immediately I opened the email and read:

On Mon, May 7, 2012 at 7:08 AM, Pop Pop wrote:

Good luck today, Misifusa.  (FYI:  I was having surgery that day) Hope I have R**’s correct email address.  Luv ya, Dad  (He included a penguin video as he knew my son loved penguins ~ I’ve included a different one b/c the one he sent isn’t available anymore.  My son R** & I picked this one for your enjoyment!)

My son R** doesn’t check his email often, so when he saw this email from Pop Pop to both of us, he replied on 7/6/21 to Pop Pop

You do have the right email.  I remember memorial day buddy.  Glad you’re in a better place now 🙂 Luv ya too, your grandson (R**)

My heart just broke open as I read it aloud to my Mom…we began crying and with every recounting of that moment, I burst into tears.   I just can’t believe he wrote back to Pop Pop.  So when I got home yesterday, I talked with him.  I held him and told him how proud I was of him…how amazing I think he is and I asked him why he wrote back.  Simply put, he said, “I figured Pop Pop could read it from Heaven.”

And it was then and there that we began such an interesting conversation about Pop Pop’s life after death.  It seems that my son hears Pop Pop’s voice saying, “Hi Buddy” occasionally and while it doesn’t scare him, he thinks it’s a good sign that Pop Pop’s doing ok and so do I.

xo