There was a time I feared death the article. As stated in one of my "Transition and grief after the death of a loved one:" I have seen many funerals and memorials. The pain that I witnessed the other taught me that death was a terrible thing. I was born one to survive, that is, they are very sensitive to others and the smallest changes in temperature, light and noise. I used that bothers me think most of the other problems thatthey did. Until I learned to defend myself, I'd like to experience the feelings of others. Therefore, funerals and memorials have been very painful time for me. I took the pain of everyone around me.
I experienced the presence of those on the opposite side. As a child I was afraid of the dark. My bedroom was very busy at night with the movements of the shadows. When I was 10 or 11 years ago, I woke up a male figure hovering over my bed. I thought it would come throughWindow above my bed. I jumped up and ran into my parents' bedroom, woke up my mother and told her about the people. He said it was impossible that someone could enter through the window and I was again rejected in the bed. But I'm so scared that I slept on the cold floor of my parents, two single beds that night. Fortunately, my father often worked in the office late into the night. After knowing the light in my bedroom and wake up that it helped me feel more secure and maintainbetter sleep. But even after I was married, my husband next to me, it was still activity. Now I have to just smile when I see the work of the Spirit. I know you are in peace and love. I do not know what was the experience of a man in limbo. It is possible that he be a spirit guide or angel. At that time there was no where to turn answers or support.
As an adult I began to study transitions death as the body, the experience of others andvarious philosophical thoughts. The reading was the works of Psychic Sylvia Browne me the most comfort. They, along with many others, believes that our loved ones, not somewhere up in the blue sky. I'm in a different dimension with a thin veil between their world and ourselves. I think it's a nice place where everyone is surrounded by peace, good health, and love. They have fun, do what it is they like to do and all you is, theyFinger tips. We are not, because they can see each other whenever they want and the time for them is not the same in our time.
E 'was Monday, and I had spoken with his mother on Sunday evening, but for some reason there was a nagging voice that told me to call it. I went to work and was at the end of the day tired. The voice kept nagging and I drop. On the afternoon of Wednesday and I received a call at work from a policeman called to the home of my mother. His letter carriernoticed that her car was on the street and she was not picking up the mail. He looked out the window, discovered his body, and called the police. My brother reached his house before me and not let me into the house. His body was not in good condition and would not be my last memory of her. The mother had often said that he did not want people looking for his body. He also said: "When I die I just want to close our eyes to sleep, go and wake up in heaven."It seems that both requests were met. All indications suggest that has spanned more than a few hours after our phone call on Sunday evening.
I cried, while two women from the wheel mortuary bag outside the body of the mother, to my house and put it in the car. After closing the car door, the woman turned, put his arms around me and said, "Do not cry, she's happy." Later I found out that my friend knew these women and they were on passingthe news of my mother.
When my brother and I worked together for the proper completion of the mother, I felt her presence around me. Once the property was settled came to me. In this life I had the painful knee and was limping. During this visit, she walked around with a big smile glowing, beautiful skin, and he said his pain was gone. E 'was great to see them so happy and I felt so honored by his presence. I could not complain about the loss of my mother because she was so happy. You are in myThoughts every day and still visits from time to time.
Mom was suddenly and unexpectedly passed. However, they had to give everything away for a few years. He said he no longer had the use of certain things and others wanted to have fun for themselves. Giving away things can end a sign of acceptance that they approach). (Please note: As can also be a sign of someone suicide and worn to be shown. This seriously my mother was his will and papers together andI find everything. The last thing he did on Sunday, speaking before me, worked all day in their backyard. I remember she told me she was really tired. It was a sunny day in March and had a lot of energy. Mom loved the flowers and digging in the dirt. However, he had not done much in recent years. Since our mother's day gift for her, my sister, brother, friend / spouse, and I would a load of powdered bark, gardening, collecting gloves, etc. and to beautify your garden. My brother andI am amazed how much work he had done that day. I learned that a large surplus of energy is common only before moving on. Often people wake up from a coma looks good, sounds good, and then in a few minutes pass.
Five years before the death of my mother through, I sat next to the bedside of his father. Not aware that I was there, looked at the ceiling and a big smile on his face said: ". Oh, for heaven's sake" It was like someone had the welcomenot seen for a while. I looked into his eyes, and blue colors were the most beautiful I have ever seen. My husband said that the beautiful blue color is a sign of peace father was feeling. Since then I've read that the change in eye color spread. Papa stopped eating, which is a sign that the end is near. His life is implied that it will not be resuscitated or to feed the violence. As a mother, she closed her eyes and crossed.
I was not present when my father or mother Crossbeyond. However, many times I've heard that people set up a wake of death and if they step out of the room, their loved one will pass by. Many times you wait to arrive a few loved ones or close to some unfinished business before they happen. I had never heard my father say "I love you." Although I knew he liked me, I wanted to hear. About a year before he got sick I had mentioned this to my mother. He spoke to him and his reply was: "Youknow that I like. "I said," I wonder why we can not say the word love. "A few days before he died, as he sat beside his hospital bed, I whispered" I love you daddy "and he said:" I love you too. "He was full so I was
We get word that's paternal grandmother died Jon and we went to Portland, Oregon to Seattle Washington to see. She lay in bed and when we were in his room, he put his arms around us and take our hands in hers and said. "Goodbye" YouNot enough energy to talk much. When we were on half-way home, I told Jon that his grandmother was gone and that we call a phone. after his arrival at home the call was short. He said goodbye to all she did was worry about and his work.
My aunt passed on Christmas Day Berdini 2009th She was the young mother of four children. On Christmas Eve, his son, who lived across the street from her, went in and found her sitting on theSide of the bed. He just looked and could not speak. He called 911 and travel to the hospital. Many of us swarmed to the hospital. Each of us in turn to see them. At first they thought he had a stroke later said was pneumonia. By the time we arrived he could speak some, but could not say our name. But I smiled and said. "I know who you are," It is argued that it goes well, we left the hospital feeling grateful that he came to the hospitaltime. He lived in a very small town Brightwood Oregon and was loved by many people. There was snow on the ground, but the funeral was packed with people who had traveled from many states. I think things happened as they see themselves enough time for many of us, and tell her that his love before she wanted to be crossed.
I really think that it's a wonderful life on the other side. I believe that to get the other side and start the contract in this worldExperience, learn and love. It's like going to school, graduation, and live happily ever after. Sylvia and others say often get born again to a different experience with someone we knew from a previous life. For example, in a previous life, the mother can your parents' current or father have been. My husband Jon and I think we did together a few times before. A psychic told us that we admired and loved each other from afar, as the existence of circumstances which have preventedwe stay together. In this life we ??are born as beyond our years, which could be a signal that we are on our last life to be here.
When I have more of Sylvia's words, the other side, it was like I could come up with something that I once knew. Children are usually very intuitive. But as we get older we begin to forget and re-programmed, if we are lucky that someone who we have supported. When I was about 4 years my father would tell meHome of the car and I thought, "I'll remember this moment." At 4, I was under mental notes to remember things.
I feel the presence of my parents around me quite often. Mom and Dad is more than that, as it was when they lived in that time. Dad was always very busy and I think he is engaged on the opposite side. Dad was a workaholic and very dedicated to employers. However, provides for his family was his way of loving us. Perhaps it wasemulating his father, a busy pastor was. Mom was also very devoted to her employer. However, spending time with his family was of utmost importance for them. He came from a large family, spent much time for sewing, cooking, dance, celebrate, laugh and love.
I'm not afraid of death. Like my mother, I pray that when my time comes, will sweet finale. I close my eyes, wake up and go sleep at home (other side). II know that my loved ones who have gone before, is there to greet me. We will have a big party for my high school diploma of life on Earth.
In loving support,
Mel
Source: http://home-death-dying.chailit.com/the-process-of-dying-and-crossing-over.html
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