Nobody's Dead

Nobody's Dead, nobody dies

This is my last blog post on Nobody's Dead for awhile, perhaps forever.   I want to thank those of you who have been faithful readers,  especially those of you who have taken time to email me directly.

I began this as a way for me to gather my observations of the dead, as well as to honor those who are grieving and their loved ones in the afterlife.  The process has been a slow unfolding for me, a lotus emerging in all its beauty from the muck. 

After several hundred readings, here are a few of the things that I have learned about the dead. I intend to write a short book one of these days where I will share more of my experiences.

First, the obvious, nobody is dead. Nobody dies. Death is not a real occurrence in the world of spirit.  Like many things in the physical world, death is a bit of a trick to teach us the gift of letting go and the challenge of creating something new and perhaps better.  The body sloughs off and we, in spirit, continue. Here in the physical, most of us are not able to see the dead and therefore imagine our loved ones no longer exist. Our physicists have shown us life continues; energy never dies.

The dead are not in one place or another, i.e., either heaven or hell.  Initially,  I wasn't sure that either of these two words represented an actual place of being.  Currently, I believe that both heaven and hell are one more construct of our mind to explain the unexplainable.

We live in a physical world of the third dimension, the dimension of the physically obvious, the dimension of duality.  The dead live in a dimension of the non physical. I have yet to hear what to call this place, but it is one where we appear to exist without a bodily form.

Dancing in your dreams

Angela  asks about her stepfather, who passed away last year.  Angela and her "Poppy" were always very close. They have had many lifetimes together where they have watched out for each other.  Her adopted father was a sweetheart of a guy. His gift to Angela was his supportive love that got her through her childhood and remains with her today.

Poppy endured several bypass surgeries as well as losing a leg.   Still he remained her rock. They were special gifts to each other during their long friendship.

He's showing me another lifetime where he and Angela are waltzing together.  The music is beautiful and he is twirling her in his arms. Together they were the couple to watch  - young and handsome and very much in love. 

Poppy wants Angela to know that he no longer has pain anywhere. He is whole.  He holds this love for her that remained unexpressed in the same way, during their relationship of father and daughter.

Angela laughs and shares that in her dreams, Poppy comes to her dancing!