Nobody's Dead

What Do you do once you're dead?

While laughing at our Third Dimensional innocence, the Angels are saying, "Dear ones, What do you do now?  That's it!"   In some ways your life will intensify and in some ways it will be easier.

What they are showing me is that we come up against ourselves.  We get to see who we really are, without the fluff.  The abs are gone, if you were lucky enough to have them.  The boob and nose job are no longer necessary. There are no worries that our kids might be so drugged out they'll flunk school and they'll never leave home;  or that they will grow up with enlarged thumbs because they've been texting all day when they were supposed to be listening to the teacher.  Basic stuff.  You won't care.   These little physical life challenges will no longer matter.  Neither will the big physical challenges that plague so many.

What will matter is your spiritual transformation.  Your willingness to forgive.  To forgive yourself.  To forgive others.  If you choose to grow spiritually, you will have an opportunity to observe your behavior in this last life and play out a new path, like watching a movie with the same main characters in a new scenario.

Just as in your "alive" life now, you will have the choice to release your resistance to what is;  to change your attitude about the injustices of life;  and to choose to be an inspiration to others.

You will have the opportunity to feel true Love once again.  This is the love mentioned in the Bible, the "love that surpasses all understanding."  This love is what we search for in our "alive" life.  It is the purity of love emanating from the Divine, without human judgment and with complete acceptance of our human foibles and apparent weaknesses.

Talking with the dead

Even talking with the dead can get a little "ho hum" if you do it enough.  I stopped posting because I didn't seem to be coming up with new inroads into what was going on with our deceased.

The other day, though, I had fun with a charming woman who wanted to connect with her sister, who had passed on several months ago. She died from a painful and disfiguring disease that dragged on.

The dead woman, Muriel, was in her mid fifties, much loved and with a delightful sense of humor.  Muriel showed up immediately and was still very much connected to her sister, who was sitting on my couch. The living sister, Mary, had felt her often, so she was not surprised when Muriel popped in right next to her.

Here's the part that was different from most.  Once Muriel was anchored in and Mary and she were exchanging waves of love from their hearts, Muriel showed me she was in what I call, The Spa. 

The Spa, or the Virtual Reality Chamber,  seems to be a place where those who have been severely debilitated from the ravages of disease and the drugs to get through it, go to rest and rebuild. Often their spirit body appears fragmented as well, as if they need to regroup, to pull themselves together once again.  Muriel appeared to be in one of these places. Everything was just fine, but she wanted to get on with her life, body or no body.

Here's the fun part. Normally when someone is in The Spa, they tune in to their loved ones on earth and at the same time draw into themselves healing energy.  They go with the program.  Muriel had other ideas.  She kept showing me a fairy energy, like Disney's Tinkerbell. Fluttering her wings, she scissored her legs with her little green ballet slippers, to carry her up and out through the window into her new life, all the while giggling at her wonderful feat. With the exuberance she showed in life, she shared herself today, that same joy-to-know woman who died way too young for those who loved her.

The best part was what Mary explained after the reading.  I was a little baffled with all this fairy energy.  Mary was delighted.  A few months before Muriel died, the two sisters had gone to a Fairy Festival, where little girls dressed up in fancy dresses with their mothers.   Where else, but in Southern California where we live?  The two sisters had spent a joyful day together only a month or two before Muriel passed on.