Jacob and his Fancy Rings

Jacob, today told me that his last name was either an F or an S. (I'm not Sylvia Browne!) He wanted to prove who he was so he said that he was fond of his rings. And he shows me two fancy gold rings on his one hand. If you were in the group and recognized him he would go on. This time he told me to tell his wife that he was so very sorry. That he had been so ill that he failed to see how the illness was affecting his wife's life. he says that he should have allowed them to send him to Hospice. I think he had cancer (maybe the throat.)

Sherry and Neil

While I'm in the shower this morning I am visited by Sherry who brings her young son, Neil. She shows me an auto accident and that it may have happened in a state that begins with a W-Wisconsin? Wyoming?

She says she just didn't see it. That they have crossed over quickly and that they are both fine. Sherry describes herself as average. She's pretty but not stunning, light brown hair.

She is reaching out to a male whose name may be Brett, or Brian, or maybe Bob. She's doing very well and is happy. She says there are books here to read that are so far removed from earthly books. She was a reader, and still is. She is a constant learner. Neil, like most children who pass over, has chosen to be seen as a young man and not a child. He's musically talented and spends his time in that arena.

They both send their love. She says "Undying love." And she's right!

This fine morning brings CARLA to talk with me. Carla is short and dark haired and is a lovely full figured woman. I think she's Italian, She says "I see the babies!" and she's thrilled about that. She comes with a gentleman named Bob who says he drove a fancy car. Carla laughs a lot. The name David is strong here. A relative?

Someone was unkind to Carla and she wants them to know it's OK, that it really doesn't matter "up here." Another gentleman says the fishing is so good here, he should have come sooner.

Carla asks about a man whose name starts with B. Sends her hopes for recovery. Says that death is nothing to worry about. It doesn't hurt to die. Every death is joyful to the person going home. Do all you can to live, but don't go nuts over it. Misses you, but is always around you.

Carla fades and Bruce come in. He's a thin guy who wore glasses here, but not anymore. He says don't worry so much. get it together and have fun. I think he left a wife behind. He mentions Steve and the baby.

Keith of the Red Hair

Now comes Keith who tells me that he has red hair and very white skin and is tall and thin with blue eyes. He looks to be about 19 or 20. His last name might be "W" or he may have given me the W for another reason. He has a beautiful smile.

I'll always be truthful with you. If I don't know for sure, I'll tell you that.

Keith says he coughed a lot. He says he puts his hand on his mother's shoulder and tells her "I'm gone. I'm not coming back, Mom."

He wants you to stop dwelling on his death, to know that he is fine and happier than ever. Life on the other side is wonderful and beautiful and FUN. They all want you to know this in your heart so that you will never fear what we call "death " again. Because THERE IS NO DEATH.

Like I tell my own kids-When our bodies get broken or tired or worn out we step out of those old bodies and go to another place (dimension) where we get a brand NEW body that never ages or gets sick. It's only the body that dies, not our souls/spirits.

If you know Keith, leave a comment.

Please don't comment that your husband died and you want me to contact him. I can't do that. Doesn't work that way. Tell your loved one out loud that you want them to visit me and leave a message with me. I'll post it here if they do.