Nobody's Dead

Still an alpha male

Sherrill's 15 year deceased Grandfather still commands attention. Even his first name, T.E., demands to be noticed. T.E. embodies the alpha male, "the boss" energy of another generation. He is the one who analyzes every situation and expects his decisions to be followed. The challenge for Grandfather is that he believes it is his dutiful right to think for others. Respect is a virtue he insists on, even when he doesn't deserve it.  

T.E. barks at Sherrill that she would have to find someone desperate to seriously date her! Sherrill ignores the insult. She's an attractive and well-respected physicist who is looking for a mate with similar interests and intelligence. She smiles knowing that Grandfather hasn't learned that respect is something you receive when you share it.

Lisa's beauty

Lisa and I were doing a long-distance healing together when her dead Grandmother appeared. Lisa had just mentioned her loving Grandmother, when her energy shimmied up my legs.

Through the Angels, Grandma noted that Lisa had given herself an unusual path.  Although exceptionally beautiful and sweet, Lisa was so uncomfortable with herself, that she was often ill and hid at home rather than be out in the world.

Lisa's beauty led to child molestation that left her scarred and shamed.  Adding to this package of disaster, were religious teachings that taught her not to appreciate her beauty and that she was to blame for her molestation in some unfathomable way.

In no uncertain terms, Grandma explained that Lisa was empathic, picking up every thought from others that scrambled her ability to maintain both emotional and physical health for herself. The Angels showed her how to protect herself and encouraged her to begin to appreciate her natural gifts so that she could move back out into the world, knowing she is safe and supported.

Still together after all these years

My psychic friend, Becky, and I were in the middle of a two-napkin, burrito-messy lunch when she mentioned that her deceased father-in-law, John was "around" all weekend. She first noticed him while she and her mate were watching the Memorial Day parade.

John died in his sleep two years ago. He was in his mid-seventies. Now he's showing me he's dancing in the streets with the parade. He's as young as Becky and is tickled by her joie de vivre.

John is the father of Becky's ex-husband, Larry, an unemotional, rule-bound man. Larry used his extensive power and money to remove their daughter from his adoring wife, except for Tuesdays between 5 and 8 and a short visit on alternate Saturdays.  Becky has found it in her heart to forgive her ex and to embrace what time she does have with her daughter.

The interesting part is that John and Becky are long-time buddies, not in this lifetime as much as in many others. These two have supported each other in whatever way they could through many challenging situations.

As Becky and I left the restaurant, I turned back to glance at my friend as she crossed the street. John was right next to her, his arm draped around her shoulder as the many-lifetime friend that he is. 

Don't mess with me

Georgia wants to talk with Dad's second wife, Sylvia.  Sylvia had an interest in the paranormal but absolutely no interest in, or respect for, Georgia. She remains resistant, even defiant. This woman was not easy to live with and certainly didn't think much of her husband's daughter.  

Sylvia has a "nobody's pushing me" attitude. She's so uncooperative that she's saying to Georgia, "You're not doing me any favors honey, I can do this myself." What she means is she knows how to connect with us if she chooses, and she doesn't. 

Both Sylvia and Georgia's Dad, who is living, had major control issues in their relationship. My fingers are clenched into a fist with my nails grinding into my palm. This was their relationship!

The Angels are teaching that it is time to release anything unlike love.  It is easier to do this while in a body. The emotional issues that haunt us today, cling to our spirit into our "death" life. 

Fate takes a young man

Allison asked about her best friend's brother, Jake, with whom she had a strong bond of friendship. Jake died in an avalanche while pushing his physical limits. Warnings didn't apply to him.  He felt infallible. Confident in his competence, he played his young life full out.

Now he's surrounded in sadness.  The frustration of sudden death left him unable to move on. The people he loves can't see him;  they don't recognize him. He's traumatized not by his death but because he's no longer the center of attention. The game was called and he lost.

There's a mutual healing process going on.  Jake wants to rage, "I'm alive, I'm alive!", but no one hears.  The grieving is intense but gradually, he will learn to connect telepathically, the same way he mastered the physical in his short life.

A Physician of the Soul

Kristy asks to talk with her deceased boss, a physician, known affectionately as Dr. George.  He's showing me an old transistor radio, a big box that crackles and pops when you first turn it on. He feels the same.  He's not sure what's expected of him with this reading.

When Kristy worked in Dr. George's office years ago, he saw her as a sweet, somewhat fragile young woman. Now he's impressed with her inner power and the wisdom that she's owned for herself.  He notices how she's grown inwardly from the weak sapling into a strong, life-giving  woman in maturity. He says she's a lighthouse, shining her light for others to see clearly (Kristy is a psychologist in real time.)

Dr. George comes forward and puts a fatherly arm around her shoulders, giving her the affectionate respect that she often doesn't feel in real life. He says she's a frontier woman, a forerunner of the "new" way of living from the heart, while still living a balanced physical life.

Sometimes the "dead"  give us a picture of ourselves that we know is there but difficult for us to see.  Dr. George maintained his loving persona, only now he appears to have expanded into a physician of the soul.

Life beyond Death

To improve my own mediumship abilities, I attended another Medium's meeting on Saturday night. My Mom passed on some 30 years ago, and although there were 3 other people I would rather have connected with, Mom showed up.

From across the room, the Medium pointed at me. With a frown and an apology, she indicated a woman who wanted me to buy a new bra! Huh? Who could that possibly be but Mom? It became obvious when the Medium saw a woman behind me fussing with my hair, arranging my bangs into a more flattering position. Then she moved onto my shirt and sweater and yanked a little here and a little there to make me look more attractive in her eyes.

Obviously this was my Mom. Very particular. She meant well, but she doctored me like I was a show pony. I was a part of her that she didn't quite approve of. In her eyes, I never made the grade because, sadly, my physically lovely Mother didn't think that she did.

There are times when the dead are best left alone.  In the words of Dr. Len of Ho'oponopono fame, I'm sorry; Please forgive me;  I thank you;  and I love you!

I don't need more proof that life lives on. Do you? 

Smelling the dead

For the second time in a month, two friends have shared that they smell a horrible odor when the someone they know dies. My friend, Julie, shared that the smell was so intense that it startled her awake. The odor of strong cologne continued through the night and left her in the daylight hours.  After asking several psychics, and a week of smelly nights she determined it was her neighbor, Bill, who was attempting to give his wife, Betty, a message.

Betty was frantically looking for documents to help with the death settlement issues.  He knew where that information was located.  The problem was Bill and Betty were neighbors, but Julie didn't know them very well. After a week of this nightly smell which Julie but not her husband smelled, she finally went to her neighbor's house and told Betty that her deceased husband was trying to contact her. Would she be interested in hearing his message?

Julie believes that Bill wanted Betty to not only have this necessary information, but also to know that she had a friend next door whom she could talk to about the sometimes very strange events that occur when someone dies. Julie and Betty still share stories about her husband's after life tricks.

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Can my dead friend still hear me?

Olive and young Jessie took a liking to each other. Jessie would run over to her house to connect with Olive's cookies and her loving heart.  Now Olive has passed on and Jessie wants to know if she can see her? Can she hear me? Is she okay? 

The Angels explain that Olive can do all of those things and she's just fine.  These two neighborhood friends were very close. Young Jessie used to run over to say hello and see what Olive was up to. There was a genuine friendship between the two of them without the normal pull of expectations. They were free to enjoy each other's company.

 Jessie is especially interested in whether Olive can hear her  when she talks to her. The Angels explain that this works like  an old-fashioned tape recorder.  If either of you "tunes in,"  and  make an effort to really listen, you can hear.  Otherwise the  message is still recorded, but it sits in cyberspace. When  you're ready to receive, you do. Or not.

 As for Olive, she is not only okay but doing just great. She is  still connected to not only Jessie, but to her other friends. It's  spring and she's recreated the joy that she owned for herself in  Pennsylvania.

What did Grandpa die of?

Apparently no one in the Emily's family knew Grandpa was dying.  There was no drama. No Trauma. No hospital. How novel in our culture. Grandpa died in his sleep.  In his own bed.  At home.

He wasn't sick. His body was just worn out and he let it go. Grandpa didn't need to hold on because he intuitively read his body's signs. He knew his life in this body was finished. He allowed himself to die the way animals die, naturally. 

The Angels share that this Grandpa understood the cycles of nature, and applied them to his own life. He died of kidney failure. 

By offering no resistance, his acceptance allowed him to pass on into the next part of his life with ease. This humble Grandpa had discovered the secret to living in death.