I had a new experience several weeks ago w the afterlife. I was sitting, l leaning forward reading, on a loveseat. I felt the cushion next to me compress and felt a presence sit down next to me. I turned to see if it was Oscar, our large cat, which it wasn’t. I thought, of course it’s not Oscar. He couldn’t possibly sneak up next to me in a small space Lol.
I didn't feel any particular way internally. I did feel this presence came to comfort me in a way... to let me know I’m cared for and looked after. I said “Hi, thanks for visiting” and waited for more but that was it.
I think I will share a weird little synchronistic experience related to ancestors and research:
First a little background:
Several of my family members had been looking for info about our immigrant paternal line ancestor who came to North America in the early 19th century. Before the internet existed, my mom finally found his first name, and info about his early years in NA. Research stalled there for quite a while. Around the year 2000, I almost "accidentally" came across his military records from the "old country". (That's one instance where I think I had "help" finding information.) However my progress has been stalled for 20 years--I haven't been able to find his parents, and answers to other questions including details about his wife, my ggg grandmother. Having exhausted all online sources, I was supposed to go on a research trip overseas in September but COVID derailed that.
OK, here's the funky synchronicity: My ancestor emigrated because he was a disabled veteran who was eligible to exchange his pension for a grant of land. His disability? According to military records, he stepped in a hole while marching backwards in a drill and "injured his (right) ankle such as to render amputation necessary" after it did not heal properly. Anyhow-- I'm currently laid up with my right ankle broken. It broke when I stepped *backwards into a hole*. I keep thinking about how it's the same ankle broken by the same basic means. ( Thank the deities for 21st century medicine because I expect to keep my foot.) I guess I am wondering if there is some kind of message for me here. Oh-- and it just occurred to me that my ankle surgery occurred the same week I was supposed to be in Europe on my research trip. If GGG-granddad is trying to tell me something, maybe he could do it in a more direct but less painful way!
Anyone have any thoughts or "vibes" on this?
Just had the chance to read this thread. I'm late to the party once again.
Between my meditations, astral travels, & reading, I've come to my own hypothesis about the afterlife. I don't believe in Heaven & Hell. I think we all go to the same place-just to our own level. In the Bible Jesus says "in my Father's house tare many mansions." We all have our respective places. I won't be going to the section reserved for folks like Mother Theresa, but I won't be in the same section as Hitler (who's probably in the same neighborhood as say Attila the Hun) either.
I'm not saying we are segregated solely by our actions here while in human form, but by our level of learning, like in school. I believe that those at higher levels can visit any lower level of learning, but those at lower levels cannot go to visit higher levels unescorted. Wouldn't it be poetic if upon death we are suddenly blessed with the ability to understand how we've made others feel with our actions? Wouldn't that create our own version of hades by judging ourselves with our newfound understanding?
I can't say that we know where anyone on this earth belongs just by observing their earthly actions either. We don't know who was assigned what task prior to coming here. For example how many minorities are reincarnations of former slave owners, here to learn oppression from the other point of view? Is every bigot truly a bigot, or did they learn how prior to coming here so the former slave owners could experience what they once dispenced? This is why I try (I'm not always successful) to address the behaviors, not the individual. Judge not, lest ye be judged. I haven't a clue what another's purpose here is, so I shouldn't judge.
I can think of three instances in my youth where I saw mist like formations, but can't say who or what they were. I can only say that because of "ghost stories" I'd been told, at least one of those instances scared me.
The night Monica died, that all changed. Since then, I do get visits from loved ones. Mostly in dreams, tho I know Monica is around even while I'm awake.
I don't typically get visits from relatives who hurt me, or who were not truly supportive while alive. My sister and I were always close, even tho the relationship was very lopsided in the give & take department. She had hurt me badly 6 months prior to her passing & I had to cut contact with her. 36 hours after her passing she came into my dreams & showed me how ashamed she was of her actions. A few months later she started showing up both in my dreams & while I was awake, wanting me to set some things right for her here. I said my prayers asking for that to stop. I got an apology from her via a good friend of hers who passed 2 years befor she did (his French accent echoed so loudly thru the restaurant I was at I actually looked around to see if anyone else could hear him). I've only seen her 2 times in the last 2 years since. One of those times was to show me she was being taught better behaviors-like being in soul rehab.
My sister made her living as a psychic medium. Yet she only saw Monica once very briefly after Monica's death, no matter how hard she tried. I believe that is because it was not in my best interest for such contact to occur.
So, try as we might, it has been my experience & observation that there are reasons we do or don't have contact with passed loved ones. We may not always know why or why not. I'll have visits from my sister again when we're both ready. She also showed me she would only witness my parents arrivals, not greet them because of her shame. My father hasn't yet passes, so I have a reference point still.
Having met Dr. Brian Weiss & read all his works, some of our inability at make contact may also lie in whether we've resolved issues with each other, or whether we are together in this lifetime for teaching/learning purpises vs soul connections. Here again, we may not know until we are told or we pass ourselves.
@lowtide When Monica died and I found myself moving to a new town with my 6 year old, where I knew no one within a year of the crash, to say I was stressed was an understatement. I had found a friend on line who knew about psychic abilities and such. She was a Godsend.
In order to deal with the stress involved, I'd get my son off to school in the morning, and during the day I'd take at least an hour to meditate, hoping for stress relief. I used a non verbal relaxation cd-sounds of the ocean waves with a little relaxation music combined. After a while of doing this, I started seeing things that I couldn't explain, they weren't earthlike at all, nor like anything I had ever read about. For clarification, I had no real idea about the metaphysical at all at this point in my life. I was still researching psychics to see if I could get a reading to get in touch with Monica.
In one meditation, I saw what I can only describe as buildings that took the form of natural crystals-kind of like the scene in the original Superman where he finds the cave of crystals-only out in the open and much larger. From a distance I even described it as a crown made of crystals. But as I got closer it wasn't a crown but they were high rise buildings that had almost perilous leans to them, and the windows were gemstones. You could see beings inside moving around. My friend suspected this was where the Akashic records are kept. I didn't have a clue what she was talking about-I had to look up the term.
Or there was the time I was taken to see my records. The book was opened in front of me, and only the passage I was supposed to read was not blurry. Tho it wasn't in any language I've ever seen or heard, yet I could understand exactly what that paragraph meant-and I was in awe of the beauty of the language and the atmosphere. As soon as I took my eyes off the book, I couldn't remember the language used, only how beautiful it was, how much I missed it, and the general idea of the message I was supposed to receive. I was being told to continue with a relationship where I had picked up indications that I should withdraw, but I was being instructed to go forward. Like I had envisioned, I ended up getting hurt, but eventually I came to realize that I was a teacher in that relationship, and the lesson to be learned wasn't mine, but something the other party needed to experience. Without having been shown the book, I would not have proceeded, and that lesson would not have been given-tho I don't believe the individual actually learned what was intended. Still, it must have been important enough that such drastic measures were taken to insure I delivered that lesson.
There was a time I was taken to outer space to free float like an astronaut and see the splendors of the universe. In looking around, I saw a golden grid surrounding the universe. It was very geometrical in form, and at each intersection of these golden threads were gemstones which acted like sockets for souls to plug into to get information, rejuvenation, etc. Streams of light would be aimed at the gems in the intersections for this purpose, and when the upload or download was completed, the stream would cease. The term Christ Consciousness Grid came to mind. Here again, being unfamiliar with what I heard, I had to research, but most of what I've seen doesn't compare to what I saw. I even painted it in a very very simplistic form (I posted a pic somewhere here in the forums several years ago).
Monica picked me up off the beach one time- I was reading (a Dr. Weiss book no less), and poof, we were both suddenly in light forms diving in the ocean to depths were there was no light. It was fascinating to see the sea life there. I was amazed to research and find some of the same creatures I'd just seen.
This is what I was taught is astral travel. Being transported spiritually or mentally to places / realms where our physical beings can't travel. Seeing sights that we can't describe adequately, as nothing here compares. Having the feeling that what we've just seen and experienced is more REAL than anything we ever experience day to day-even on extraordinary days or events. I was lucky to have found my friend Maggie online, as she would calmly tell me it was ok, tried to figure out what I had just seen and explain it, and then in the next moment she'd jokingly admonish me -telling me that she and others had tried to see such things for decades and never could, and here I was seeing them, not having a clue what they were or why I was seeing them.
@jeanne-mayell, I know this is late, as I just read this thread for the first time yesterday-but thank you for sharing and big hugs.
As a sometimes medium I have had visions and visitations, particularly from animals and infants. My friend's two adult sons who died of Opioid addictions have visited me several times, showing me scenes from their lives, and have even sat in on a reading done for me. Once they brought along my old friend who had a bunch of kids to give a message of hope to their dad, from that dad.I can just see them there in my mind. I can hear them talking and sometimes get names or certain words in bubble letters in my head, like grammar rock cartoons.My friend has asked me to tell them to come directly to him, but I don't see him having the ability to channel them and had to tell him this is not something everybody can do.
In dreams I have often visited heaven, a white city of columns. I have seen a winged Pegasus, and other beautiful sights. I have visited the house I live in, on a four topped mountain where my parent's home is on the next mountain top. Other visions of a lighted window with a floating book have come to me, even predicting my meeting my ex husband who was reading to kids at a library on our first "date." I heard a voice tell me that my husband would come with something to do with reading. And here's the part why this forum is so valuable, I realized reading Cindy's account that the divorce was a lesson for him, and not for me so much. That is freeing.
I have only astral projected out of my body once as a child. Our car hit a guard rail and the sudden jolt lifted me out of my body where I then did a mid air somersault back into my body. If I wasn't so afraid to leave my body now, perhaps I could. But I am content to leave as I lucid dream, and wait for that direct leaving in the afterlife.
I did have the experience of meditating and meeting angels and surprisingly Jesus, in a cave. I am Jewish. When I asked him, "Why are you here?" He said, "To give you love." I then went flying with him, Raphael, St. Cecilia, Archangel Michael, and St. Francis of Assisi.
I am learning to embrace my mediumship. Perhaps this will be the year where I really open up more and more to the psychic part of me with more love.
According to military records, he stepped in a hole while marching backwards in a drill and "injured his (right) ankle such as to render amputation necessary" after it did not heal properly. Anyhow-- I'm currently laid up with my right ankle broken. It broke when I stepped *backwards into a hole*. I keep thinking about how it's the same ankle broken by the same basic means. ( Thank the deities for 21st century medicine because I expect to keep my foot.) I guess I am wondering if there is some kind of message for me here.
Iridium, I am also on the genealogy odyssey, and like you, have had trouble finding ancestor information. Every time I find something I feel like I am re-living and honoring a loved one's life and struggles. My feeling about your broken ankle is that you can understand the fear and pain he went through and you are uniquely able to heal it. You are healing him and those around him; you are healing the past and mending your family story. Time becomes irrelevant when doing this work.
I wish you a full recovery ❤️