Morning, James. Take a nap from your snowplowing. You need it.
I had always been skeptical about faith, God, and the afterlife, up until something that I experienced back in 2015 that changed me forever.
It was April 10, 2015, and I was awakened by a dream about my estranged brother Rick, whom I hadn't had words with for the last 4 years, because of many factors irrelevant to this story. When I sat up in my bed at about 2:30am, my wife rolled over and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was startled by a dream about Rick that made me quite upset. Since Rick and I hadn't spoken for years, and my life went on as usual, I couldn't have known anything about anyone, considering I had nearly zero contact with my family after my mom's passing, and subsequent bogus lawsuits against me, by my family members.
I told my wife that I recall being at Ricks home, he was lying in his hospital bed, in his bedroom, where he was suffering from the cancer that had spread through his body over the last several years of his fight to save his own life. Considering the cancer, and his fight was true, when in the dream, he looked up at me, and then passed away, the dream itself sent an overwhelming, powerful surge of emotions, which at the current moment sitting on my bed, confused me as to why ?
My wife said, "go back to bed, as it was only a dream. You haven't spoken to him in years, and it was probably just on your mind."
I followed her instructions, and we continued on with life, unimpeded.
About a week , or so, went by, and I received a text from my nephew Sean, (who's father -my brother Steve) had sent me this message:
Did you hear that uncle Rick died ?
I replied back, no I hadn't. I knew Rick had cancer, but being estranged from my entire family (other than Sean from time to time), I knew nothing of what was happening to anyone, once my mother passed, and the lawsuits began. I asked Sean when he passed.
Sean replied, it was last week about midnight. I looked at the calendar, and it just so happened to be the same day, or early morning, I woke up to this dream about Rick, April 10, 2015. I felt sick to my stomach, realizing that it was the same day I woke up at 2:30am, discussing the dream I had with my wife. I didn't know what to make of it at the time, but it definitely made an impact on my thoughts of spiritualism, and death. I was never the same after that moment in time, I realized that Rick had come back to say goodbye, thanks, or whatever it was he wanted to say.
Since Rick was 800 miles away, I had zero contact with anyone regarding anything in my family, other than Sean telling me of Ricks passing, and somehow I knew that Rick died, that night, I guess there was something more to life than just being here, on this earth, with nothing else but life, death, and empty space. It was that moment in time that I knew that it was no coincidence, but some sort of electrical transference of spirit entity materials from Rick to me that night. Again, I haven't felt the same since, now knowing there is more to life than just here and now.
On a footnote, my nephew's dad, my brother Steve, committed suicide the very same day, around the same time of night, that Rick died, 35 years to the day. I had spent nearly a decade hating my brother Steve taking his life on my 13th birthday, and it was Rick who calmed me down, on one phone call, in the middle of the night, in my mid 20's. Both of them died the very same day, around the same time, which I thought was really strange at the time, and still do.
Today, I know, both of them are waiting up there for me, along side my mom, and all my other passed relatives, friends, in laws, and pets I've had over the years. I do no longer fear death, but look at it as a venture into the next realm of my existence. I guess that's why I'm such a curmudgeon at times, and don't really give a shit about anyone's opinions, other than those I care about, or love.
Peace brother James. Enjoy this Saturday morning, after snowplowing. Give SImba a big hug and kiss, and give the wife a nice head-scratch from the both of us.
T, for some reason I was scrolling through the comments and came across yours. As you know now, the physical divide has no limitations for the Spirit. I have had at least six dreams with assorted friends, clients and family that I have been able to follow up on the validity of the message. The dream life is better than science fiction!
Amazing story T. I think there’s definitely connections that we can’t see. The strange thing to me is the connection to family and good friends. You’d probably say of coarse you family but why? It’s amazing!! When I saw the three dear I thought it was my brother and my parents..
Morning, James. Take a nap from your snowplowing. You need it.
I had always been skeptical about faith, God, and the afterlife, up until something that I experienced back in 2015 that changed me forever.
It was April 10, 2015, and I was awakened by a dream about my estranged brother Rick, whom I hadn't had words with for the last 4 years, because of many factors irrelevant to this story. When I sat up in my bed at about 2:30am, my wife rolled over and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was startled by a dream about Rick that made me quite upset. Since Rick and I hadn't spoken for years, and my life went on as usual, I couldn't have known anything about anyone, considering I had nearly zero contact with my family after my mom's passing, and subsequent bogus lawsuits against me, by my family members.
I told my wife that I recall being at Ricks home, he was lying in his hospital bed, in his bedroom, where he was suffering from the cancer that had spread through his body over the last several years of his fight to save his own life. Considering the cancer, and his fight was true, when in the dream, he looked up at me, and then passed away, the dream itself sent an overwhelming, powerful surge of emotions, which at the current moment sitting on my bed, confused me as to why ?
My wife said, "go back to bed, as it was only a dream. You haven't spoken to him in years, and it was probably just on your mind."
I followed her instructions, and we continued on with life, unimpeded.
About a week , or so, went by, and I received a text from my nephew Sean, (who's father -my brother Steve) had sent me this message:
Did you hear that uncle Rick died ?
I replied back, no I hadn't. I knew Rick had cancer, but being estranged from my entire family (other than Sean from time to time), I knew nothing of what was happening to anyone, once my mother passed, and the lawsuits began. I asked Sean when he passed.
Sean replied, it was last week about midnight. I looked at the calendar, and it just so happened to be the same day, or early morning, I woke up to this dream about Rick, April 10, 2015. I felt sick to my stomach, realizing that it was the same day I woke up at 2:30am, discussing the dream I had with my wife. I didn't know what to make of it at the time, but it definitely made an impact on my thoughts of spiritualism, and death. I was never the same after that moment in time, I realized that Rick had come back to say goodbye, thanks, or whatever it was he wanted to say.
Since Rick was 800 miles away, I had zero contact with anyone regarding anything in my family, other than Sean telling me of Ricks passing, and somehow I knew that Rick died, that night, I guess there was something more to life than just being here, on this earth, with nothing else but life, death, and empty space. It was that moment in time that I knew that it was no coincidence, but some sort of electrical transference of spirit entity materials from Rick to me that night. Again, I haven't felt the same since, now knowing there is more to life than just here and now.
On a footnote, my nephew's dad, my brother Steve, committed suicide the very same day, around the same time of night, that Rick died, 35 years to the day. I had spent nearly a decade hating my brother Steve taking his life on my 13th birthday, and it was Rick who calmed me down, on one phone call, in the middle of the night, in my mid 20's. Both of them died the very same day, around the same time, which I thought was really strange at the time, and still do.
Today, I know, both of them are waiting up there for me, along side my mom, and all my other passed relatives, friends, in laws, and pets I've had over the years. I do no longer fear death, but look at it as a venture into the next realm of my existence. I guess that's why I'm such a curmudgeon at times, and don't really give a shit about anyone's opinions, other than those I care about, or love.
Peace brother James. Enjoy this Saturday morning, after snowplowing. Give SImba a big hug and kiss, and give the wife a nice head-scratch from the both of us.
T, for some reason I was scrolling through the comments and came across yours. As you know now, the physical divide has no limitations for the Spirit. I have had at least six dreams with assorted friends, clients and family that I have been able to follow up on the validity of the message. The dream life is better than science fiction!
Amen to that.
Merry Christmas to you, and your family, DD. Wishing you nothing but wonderful experiences throughout.
Thanks for the personal wishes, I am cooking up the best lasagna today, even tho Jesus wasn't Italian! Peace to you and your family too.
Amazing story T. I think there’s definitely connections that we can’t see. The strange thing to me is the connection to family and good friends. You’d probably say of coarse you family but why? It’s amazing!! When I saw the three dear I thought it was my brother and my parents..