A few people have contacted me to connect with their deceased loved ones, and the experience has been beautiful. It is a joy to feel the love pouring in from the other side from these family members. My hope is that I might give others a way to feel this connection themselves. I am not certain if I will offer this as a service, but I believe in following one’s bliss and joy. For me, communicating with the other side is heavenly (smile) and a reminder of how much love is available to us all any time we wish to connect with it. If we choose, we can remain connected to this source.
If you are interested in my other posts about opening to communication from the other side, here is the first and second post. I realized I can talk to my father on the other side when I met someone who gave me messages from him. These messages felt inaccurate didn’t capture my father’s essence at all. The reading was more about the reader’s ego, and I could feel my father waving his arms and shouting at me to listen to him, even going so far as to say, “The only purpose of meeting this person is so that you will begin to listen to me and realize how clearly you can hear these messages.”
I’m stubborn and rational. It took a near-death experience to knock me out of my agnostic ways. I’m a reluctant participator in spiritual events and an even more reluctant medium.
Last night, I thought about what I wanted to communicate from my father. I thought about the initial months after his death, and how it felt like he was participating in an extended life review and then a review of the workings of the universe. I wanted to call this part of his experience purgatory, but he snapped back, “Don’t tell people that. That doesn’t have a nice connotation. Tell them they might have to go to Universe School for a while.”
The idea of Universe School made me chuckle and sounded like a loving way to describe the experience. NDEs are most likely only glimpses into the afterlife, and the extended stay offers much more to learn. Universe School sounds more pleasant—a classroom full of stars with benches and couches made of galaxies, a perfect place for one’s understanding to expand. If you have ever seen a baby’s eyes and realized that the eyes of this child seem to contain all the mysteries of the universe, you are probably right. You are most likely encountering a recent graduate of Universe School.