Death is an illusion. Love never dies. Our connections with those we loved in this life are eternal.
what purpose a grave?
join hands, wade in, hang on
"That any of us get through this crazy human existence is a miracle. Best to hold tight and laugh and holler as much as we can. The waves ~ of grief, of trauma, of sadness, of all of it, the good stuff too ~ rush over us, but they also recede. There is joy to be found in sticking together."
fringe elements: angels
“Instead of shooting through the front windshield to crush my skull against that house-sized hunk of metal, I crawled out of that car with only a burn on my neck from the seatbelt. I remember leaving Frank's Little Hut in Montrose as I'd done a dozen unbelted nights before. I remember pulling that seatbelt around me; doing it and wondering why at the same time. Guided. Always.”
spiritual joyride: why we come back
"... I've been trying to comprehend why we come back. Truly, to listen to my loved ones from the other side, to read the accounts of near death experiencers, even to have been immersed in my own holy STEs, why? What kind of nitwit leaves that for this?"
what’s your superpower?
Suddenly, the room hushed and there was a weird change in the atmosphere. The clatter of cutlery on plates, the voices of those near me, the traffic passing by on Cherry Street, all of those sounds became muffled and there was a feeling of density in the air. At the same time the sound changed, everyone around me lost the vividness of their human suits and I could see with perfect clarity that there is nothing between us.
crazy love: gifts from a dead husband
When I took off my wedding rings for the first time since Mike’s funeral, he had something to say. Signs are everywhere when we open our hearts.
mediumship: why I believe
My mother vanished 49 years ago. And then she came back from the dead. Mediumship is so healing. This is how I came to believe.
the experience of sharing a death
Being present for our loved ones at the time of death brings great gifts. Listen to this podcast about the holy experience of sharing death.
look! an apport! (wait, what’s an apport?)
If and when we open our eyes to the fact that the world we see around us is not all there is, magical things begin to happen. In the overall scheme of the universe, they may not actually be magical. They don't really just begin when we open our eyes. It is more likely that … Continue reading look! an apport! (wait, what’s an apport?)
spirit comes in feathers
"... What, after all, would be banging on the window on a quiet street at midnight? Brad opened the front door a few inches, peeked out, and suddenly there was a wild onslaught of heavy feathered body and flapping wings. A "really big" bird hurtled through the few inches of opening and shot into the house."
