My mom told me she had a dream: she and my dad were driving to the Gurdwara(Sikh temple) they were being followed, pretty much tailgated. When they got to the Gurdwara the other car parked next to them and twin girls came out of the car, my mom got angry at them for driving so close. They said they were sorry they didn't know the way. They went inside and sat down, when my mom sat down she saw the girls sitting next to an old woman, that woman was my grandmother. My mom understood the twins were my sisters that died before I was born and my grandmother was taking care of them.
Another thing that happened with my mom was something weird happened on her side of the family. Within a year my grandfather, two of my uncles (my mom's brothers) and my aunt (my mom's sister) all died. Nobody knew why such bad luck was happening, my mom had a dream of some men dressed in white in a house in India, she didn't understand it. She went to a psychic, the psychic said there were ghosts of her ancestors in her ancestral home in India and they couldn't get around the house because things were blocking the way and they are angry. They were martyrs that died in religious war, since they were dressed in white. The psychic told mom to tell people to clean things up and to go to the Gurdwara every day for 40 days and pray, can be any prayer. Mom called India and told them to clean up the house. Mom then went to the Gurdwara 40 days straight either my dad would drive her or I would. Rainy days sunny days we'd go, otherwise we'd have to start all over again. At the end of 40 days my mom said she saw a dream of the men in white get on their white horses and leave, everything was fine after that.
My mom sees my grandparents when she prays to this day.
I've been reading several web sites that are promoting soul seeds. A soul is made up these seeds. Does that mean that if I'm a nice person in this life, I could be a serial killer in the next depending on what seeds I'm given? I don't like the thought of the seeds soul at all. I thought a soul was a soul working for the time not to come back.
This is a fascinating thread, and thanks to you for starting it ... it is so hard to explain our transpersonal experience in terms of the rational mind, as Spirit is non-linear. "It's like trying to figure out how many angels can dance on the head of a pin."
To answer some of the well-posed questions above, here are some recommendations if anyone might be interested in some non-linear feedback that may resonate (from a Spiritual Master who passed in 1971, and is now an Ascended One, Sri Paulji).....
' The Far Country '
' The Flute of God '
' The Shariat Ki Sugmad '
(Sri Paul Twitchell, author)
" There is no teacher, living or past, who can give us the actual understanding of Truth. A teacher can only put our feet on the path and point the way. That is all. It is wholly dependent on the individual to make his/her way to Truth."
This I do know for certain ... we are spiritual beings trying to be human ?☀️?
@moonbeam, Holly is still with you. You will know this is true because occasionally you have seen her shadow moving in your peripheral vision, small and low to the floor—even if you told yourself it was nothing. You've felt her movements on the bed as you drifted in and out of sleep some nights or early mornings. Every time you've cried to yourself over her passing, she was right there, purring you back from despair. You've continued on together—not so different than before—except that now, she's your guardian and helper, not just your companion.
She always will be; that's how a bond like yours works.
I've seen and talked to spirits all my life. My daughter, my mother, and most of my mother's many siblings do—as well as many of her recent ancestors (my great-grandfather was locally revered for his healing gifts, which came from the help of ancestral spirits). But I don't consider the capacity a genetic trait; it's probably more true that an environment of openness, sensitivity, and belief were handed down.
We all have an innate human ability to do this, it just takes different forms for each of us, and not everyone is open to it. Some of us see (apparitions, visions, or even physically-appearing spirits), some hear, some feel, some actually smell, and others "just know things." Some can do all of these things or a few. Others can channel spirits directly using their own bodies, and others transmit spirit information via automatic writing (as @BlueBelle does so well) and other means.
You have your own gift for this, which I suspect is in some way related to what we call telepathy. /1
...I could write books on what I've learned about what I'll call the intermediate or liminal plane (a vast but earthbound dimension many spirits remain in for some time after death, for various reasons) but only a few pages on what I think I know of the true Afterlife, or "other side" of the veil. The latter appears to be an altogether higher reality where souls move forward toward a seemingly infinite trajectory of integration, evolution, wisdom-sharing, and growth. Most world religious have some iteration on the "communion of saints" imagery conveyed in Christian texts: a cascading, multi-tiered (multi-dimensional) depiction of radiant souls of many different types appearing in a vast and glorious geometric architecture of pure unity. This imagery shows up as a "heavenly choir of angels"; a profound convergence of bodhisattva beings; a vast array of multi-armed, multi-eyed Hindu deities; a conscious totemic structure or constellation among certain indigenous, and in many other forms...
I don't claim to understand it much, but since 2016, I've felt these vast constellations of awakened beings all around us/the Earth, and have more than once found myself lifted into the center of a brilliant formation made up of many distinct individuals who were simultaneously radiating a profound collective intelligence. A many/Oneness. Baffling in its expanse and shattering in its overwhelming energy of love.
Words are inadequate. /2
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Mostly, though, I just see the ordinary spirits of dead folks—people who've chosen, consciously or not, to stick around. Most appear to be here because of guilt, fear, or obsession, and all of them share in common that they have a LOT of unresolved past emotions. (Trauma doesn't resolve itself just because we've shed the body.) Many can't face the reality of their death, and plenty don't even realize they are dead. Others stay because they actively enjoy negatively influencing and feeding off the living—no different than when they were alive. The latter type are in a much darker condition than the rest (their spirit or energy bodies can take on repulsive forms), and they are the most resistant to help from higher spirits (help is ALWAYS available, but must be wanted to be received).
All of these groups are what I'll call the unwell dead. Every one of us has unwell ancestors, and some of us are more directed by those unwell ancestors than we'd be willing to accept. (I personally believe it is our responsibility to live well and integrate our past in order to heal and liberate our unwell relatives. This also liberates our future descendants, so that they have lives worth claiming.)
As for your mom, I'm deeply sorry to hear that you and she are going through this. Alzheimer's is a horrible thing. It's heart-shattering.
If you're open to it, an important thing you can do for her—and for yourself—is to pray for her liberation from this plane, now and after death. She clearly has unwell ancestors who are confused, fearful, and weighted down by unresolved emotional lives—and they've crowded in. You can simply visualize or create a meditative intention, asking that they all turn and listen to the bright spirits and loved ones who are already waiting nearby to assist them.
I hope some of this was helpful, Moonbeam. Much love to you and all here reading this—living and no-longer-living. ? 3/3
@sistermoon I think I read that book after my dad died. He had the most wonderful hospice nurse and she really taught me so much. She was an ex catholic nun and she was so comforting and helpful. True angel in earth. I can’t remember the name but it was great.
@vestralux. I'm a little overcome with emotion reading your reply. I need to process. Thank you so much for your time and energy in replying.
I have seen the twisted, dark ancestors for almost all my life until I shut myself off to it, but with that also closed myself off any gifts I might posses which led to intense bouts of unhappiness. It's been 18/20 years, but I've started opening up again and they are gone; happiness flowing back in. It is likely that they are clamoring around my mother. I will try what you've suggested. I did this shortly after her diagnose, but tumbled into a burnout and wasn't able to continue. Gratitude for pointing it out. ❤️
The telepathy you mentioned is what I've always called empathy/intuition, but yours might be a better description. I use it guiding my students and helping friends on instinct and it never fails.
Thank you for your comment regarding Holly. I have had many cats, but she was one of a kind and sometimes I think she wasn't a cat on the inside at all. I'm crying again as I type, so I'll take to heart what you've said. Blessings. ❤️
@sistermoon, thank you for the book title! I try to grab it for a read. Interesting that you note signs. It is true that a lot of people are closed off to the spiritual side of things. If you can/are willing to answer; did your grandfather appear with a reason? Was it for comfort or something you hoped? Or out of the blue? (this happened to my mother, who was afraid and thus my grandfather disappeared again).
My grandfather did not speak to me, yet he seemed to communicate without words, as though his thoughts were beamed directly inside my mind. I believe his purpose was to let me know he was still "alive." I sensed he wanted to show me his "wholeness." I had a very real sense of his wanting me to know he was okay, he was happy and alive, and that I shouldn't lament his passing.
I had a second visit from him; again he did not speak aloud in words. I am not sure what he was trying to impart to me and sensed his impatience that I was focused on the fact that he was dead. It was very much a sense of "Focus! That's not important!"
These visits were shortly after his death, which happened over two years ago, and I believe the first visit was meant to comfort me. The second was to tell me something about my family (likely advice or a call to remain close -- I'm not sure), but again I was too focused on the fact that he was dead.
Since then, I have not had another visit from him that I've been able to recognize as such. But his visits were integral to solidifying my understanding that something greater exists beyond this world and as a result set me on the path that I continue on now, the path to better understanding and developing my own spiritual life and gifts.