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Messages of Comfort
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Visits With Loved Ones

"There should be no fear of death, for the death of the body is but a gentle passing to a much freer life...all Life is lived as a serial, that we go from one experience of living to another experience of living at a different rate, i.e. on a higher level of awareness."

"Testimony of Light"
Helen Greaves
Messages of Comfort - "Kimberly's Grandmother"
      "Rudy's Yellow Roses" and more
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Mother's Comfort

This event occurred about one month after my Mother, Fanella, passed away in October 1999. My husband and I had arrived home late at night after a four-day car trip. The house was dark and the rain was pouring down. When we came into the family room from the garage, my husband hurried off to bed, but I couldn't go to my room at the other end of the house because it was near my Mother's room. To be there so close to where she had been, and now she was gone, was just too painful. So I lay down on the sofa under the picture window and thought of her until I fell asleep.

After only about five or ten minutes, or so it seemed, as I slowly began to wake up, I saw her. She was standing or floating in the air about 15 to 20 feet away, outside the window, looking down at someone on her right, whom I later realized was me. It's difficult to explain, but it was as if I was in two places at once - the person on the sofa and the one up in the scene in front of me in a different dimension. She seemed to be telling that other "me" to be happy. Suddenly, as though she sensed that I was waking up, she turned, came close and looked down at me on the sofa. She wasn't clear to me - it was like looking through a mist - but I could see that she was wearing a deep pink dress or gown, and she was young, with a cloud of long, dark, wavy hair. She was against a background of sparkling, rainbow lights, which seems to be the normal atmosphere in higher realms.

Fanella's Comfort

Then she spoke, or the words came into my mind, "My angel darling." With that, an overwhelming flood of love, warmth and sweetness flowed through my entire body, filling every cell, every part of me, with a feeling I'd never experienced either before or since. I remember thinking that this was what real love was. I also recall wondering why she had called me her "angel darling", as she had never used that term before; and then I felt strongly that she used it so that I wouldn't think that it was my imagination, as I might have done with a more familiar endearment. A feeling of intense joy and peace replaced the former heavy sadness, and I sat up and said, "Thank you, Mom. I can go to bed now." And I did.

Now I wish that I had stayed put for a few minutes to just revel in and absorb that wondrous, incredible, heavenly energy, though the uplifting feeling lasted for three days, and then it faded away. There have been many other instances of Mother's presence and her help in dreams and with her words simply appearing in my mind, but none that demonstrated the amazing power of the love that she has become after leaving this world, as in her "angel darling" visit. -- L.W.


Kimberly's Grandmother Kimberly's Grandmother

Growing up, I was extremely close with my grandmother. She truly was the only person I felt a true connection with, even now in my 40's. I have never felt that with anyone else. She eventually developed Alzheimer's, leaving no choice but to have her in a nursing home. For months, I would go see her every other day, and for months, it was definitely not grandma there. Anyone who has seen someone suffering from this disease, especially the last stages, knows exactly what I mean. There is no greater hurt than to see the only person you genuinely felt unconditional love from, look at you as if you were a stranger, having no idea who you are.

So on a Sunday, my sister and I went to see her, and as I barely got past the doorway, I was overwhelmed with this unexplainable feeling. She looked no different, she was acting no different, nothing had changed in months, however, I knew this would be the last time I would see her. I asked my sister to leave the room and just rested my head on her bed rail, sobbing. I had not picked my head up yet (for some reason I did not want her to see me crying) and said "Grandma, I think I have to say goodbye. I love you so much".

I picked up my head, her head was turned to me, she had tears coming down her face, and she said, "I love you too, Kim". She spoke my name for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. She passed the next day.

I have many stories that she is always around me, and always has been. Nobody, nothing will ever convince me differently. So for the last few months, I've had many struggles that are taking their toll on me, leaving me beyond emotionally drained and keeping everything to myself. Doing a lot of work at home for my job, I decided one day to bring her picture to set by my computer because it was always a comfort to me. She was 91 when she passed and it is a picture of her when she was 19, and in the frame, I also have the last picture I have of her, when she was "grandma Mary".

Cleaning my computer desk one day, which had just been done, maybe 3 days before, and still feeling very down, I got to the shelf with her picture, and as I picked it up to dust, a rose petal fluttered down. A rose petal that was not dried up. It was not 100% fresh, but not old. When she still lived in her home, she had every color rose bush in her back yard that was ever created. It was the most beautiful yard I have ever seen. And.... I have not even been in this apartment a year, and have never, ever had a rose in here. Not once. This was not the only thing that has happened since I brought her picture out of my room, where I have many of her belongings.

That rose petal she gave me will stay in that frame with her two pictures forever. I got that same warm feeling when it came out of nowhere, floating down, as I did when I would see her. I immediately knew it was from her. The leaf in the picture (if it came through with this) is from a similar incident. When I tell some people these stories, especially the rose petal one, they are shocked or "nervous", they have no idea how comforting these things are. -- Kimberly K.


Rudy's Yellow Roses
March 1, 2000

I walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries. I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years, Rudy, was still too raw and this grocery store held so many sweet memories.

Rudy often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy knew I loved yellow roses.

With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different since Rudy had passed on. Shopping for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two. Standing by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how Rudy had loved his steak.

Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was blond, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she picked up a large pack of portabello mushrooms, dropped them in her basket, hesitated, and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the pack again. She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband loves portabellos, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know." I swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. "My husband passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the mushrooms and cherish every moment you have together."

She shook her head and I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and wheeled away. I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size milk I should buy. A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream section near the front of the store. If nothing else, I could always fix myself an ice cream cone.

I placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front. I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blond hair as she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer, I saw what she held and tears began misting in my eyes.

"These are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then smiled again.

I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears clouded my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know?

Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. "Oh, Rudy, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still with me, and she was his angel. --- Author Unknown -- Sent in by Caroline Dent, Wisconsin & Ruth Mack of South Dakota


An Angel Child’s Comfort

I am writing to tell you Angels do exist. I spent most of my working career in law enforcement, a detective in homicide, then many years as a Forensic photographer. In this type of work you see it all...almost anything you can name and every time you think you have seen it all, you are surprised by something new. This is the story of one thing that changed my life.

My position took me to a suspected arson in a small suburb of my city. Five children had been burned to death in that fire, it was my job to photograph the bodies as they were retrieved from the ruins. After photographing them one by one as they were found they were laid on white sheets on the porch of the house to be photographed one last time. This being done I retreated to my automobile so that I could get myself back together and ponder what I had just done.

As I sat behind the wheel of my car and thought about those children aged 1 thru 10 years I began to cry, something unusual for me, but I found myself sobbing almost uncontrollably for several minutes. During this time many things went through my mind including the thought I could not do this job any more, I had all but made the decision to resign.

Then it happened, I felt something touch my shoulder, I turned and looked in the back seat. There was this beautiful little blond-haired girl in a white dress, she said "Mister, don't cry, we are all ok," and in the blink of an eye she was gone.

I have only told this story to a very few people since I retired and to no one while I was working. The reason is I know many would say I was crazy, some would say it was just the moment, others would just look and maybe shake their heads. I would like to believe, and I do, that this little girl came back to comfort me when I needed it most.

In closing, I would like to add that I had never seen these children in life, but had the occasion to view a picture of the five all together and without hesitation I knew exactly which one's spirit sat in my car that dreadful day. I continued to work in my field until my retirement in 1996. -- Harry


Grandpa and His Granddaughter

In 1997, my husband Kent had developed lung cancer. He was very sick but we did not know how sick for awhile. Our oldest daughter was pregnant and due on August 12th. In July we took my husband to the hospital for a test. They told us he had 6 months to a year to live. He passed away on August 12th. My daughter was so devastated that it prolonged her delivery. On August 23rd I was sitting on my front room floor going over all that had happened to our family. Suddenly above me on the ceiling were two small circles of light spinning. I immediately got up and closed all the curtains and blinds thinking at first it was caused by sunlight. Even with the room dark, the lights continued. They traveled over the ceiling till they came to a stop over the family pictures on the wall. As they approached each picture, they would spin for a few minutes. Then they traveled back to the ceiling over my head spinning all the while. Then suddenly, they separated. One went one way and the other went the other way. They just disappeared.
        On Aug. 25th my granddaughter was born - a wonderful light in our lives from the very beginning. When she was two, she approached the family pictures on the wall in my front room and pointed out the early pictures of her mom, my husband and I. She even called him "Grandpa". She knew him. We feel he told her all about us long before she got here. He continues to watch over her and her brother...Thank you for this opportunity to tell you my story. -- Doreen


Sage's Story

My Dad was a character. I honestly believe he died on Father's Day for a reason. I was OOB (out of body) with him where he is. It is one of the higher levels of heaven, and he is going to school. I know it may sound crazy, but it is true that we can go to school in heaven, which I didn't know until I experienced this. Anyway, Dad was soooo tickled I was there, and boy, so was I. He showed me around and proudly introduced me to other students inside the school. Outside was beautiful. It was a lush green that radiated light and love. He insisted we take a train ride. We got in and within a split second, was where he wanted us to be. I'm not sure where that was other than it was a place my Dad really enjoyed. It too was very lush with greenery and trees with lots and lots of flowers. We strolled around and talked for awhile. Then we took the train back to his school. As soon as we arrived, I suddenly felt a tug and "knew" my time was up and that I would be leaving, though I didn't want to go. Dad somehow knew as well. We quickly grabbed each other, and he gave me a hug while I held him tightly and I started crying while telling him how much I loved and missed him. He tried to sooth me and told me everything was OK, and not to cry. As soon as he said those words, I felt myself being sucked away from his arms and crying out, "Daaaaaadddd...!!!!" as if I could holler my way back to him. I woke up crying bitter-sweet tears, yet so excited I could hardly contain myself! Then, I found myself grinning from ear to ear while still crying. Talk about mixed emotions! But, I felt so very, very blessed. I thanked God over and over, and still do to this day. Sage's website: www.spiritualenergyexchange.com/


Grandma's Love

Grandma was a tough soul. She had endured 7 major strokes and a quadruple bypass in her later years. Towards the end of her life she had developed dementia. My Mother and I placed her in a retirement care facility and visited her often. I enjoyed doing things for her like cutting her hair and bringing her flowers. It was sad to see her decline as she had always been very sharp mentally.         A few days before she passed I stopped to see her on my way out of state due to a relocation. I knew it would be the last time I saw her. A pivotal moment in my life as we had so much personal history together. She was not at all responsive. Could not speak to me and seemed to barely be there. Though I not an expert on matters of the afterlife. I sensed she was hanging on only out of fear. I tried to comfort her by telling her to not be afraid to let go. That it was like walking through a door into another room and we would see one another again some day. I asked if she understood what I had said and she weakly squeezed my hand. I also told her I knew she would find some way to let me know she had crossed over and was safe and happy and whole in spirit.         She passed three days later. When the call came I was alone in my new apartment. I didn't have any friends nearby. I admit I was feeling quite sorry for myself. I had taken the electronic diary out and was scrolling through it to find someone I could call to take comfort from. At one point I dissolved into tears and said out loud, "Oh Grandma, I love you so much"...that was when I looked down and saw the message on the electronic address book. I have considered it my own private truth that it was the special way she was communicating with me. I will keep it forever and treasure it always. - Sunny B.



Benjamin Franklin wrote this to his brother's widow:
"We are spirits! When these physical bodies become unfit...a burden instead of a blessing...God has provided a way in which we can vacate them...We could not all conveniently start together; and why should you and I be grieved at this, since we are soon to follow, and know where to find him."

Thomas Wolfe said:
"...to lose the earth you know, for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth."



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