Can’t sleep.
It’s unusual for me to share any of my life’s most deeply private moments out loud.
I’ve never talked about my phenomenal after death contact from my first husband, to a room of nearly all virtual strangers. (By the way, Bill recorded it and I might share it. I was emotional at the sharing of my phone call from the beyond…and as I cried, some of those around me cried.)
Sure, I’ve written this very personal moment down. I have also remembered that uber personal moment nearly every day of my life, but to reveal something so private and life changing is a giant hurdle for me to have leapt, after living a muted childhood.
I’ve only had one person sort of not believe me, but he’s a non-believer in God, and yet he’s here by the grace of God. He has survived a military tragedy in Beirut and he made it out of his childhood alive, and trust me that says a lot. It is not my job to help him see that he might not be here, if God was not watching over him during his life’s scariest moments, but I also understand his disbelief. He has his own childhood horrors that he wrote about, so we have that in common. Often I felt alone and like God did not care about me as a child, so I do get why he feels the way he feels.
But, tonight, the love I felt from all of those crying people, is confirmation that we all need this knowledge, my knowledge of there being a place we all go to after we die. We don’t cease to exist, we will see our loved ones again. It was asked by the host how many people there believed me, by a show of hands…I don’t believe I saw anyone without a hand raised.
I was approached by a lady, after we exited the venue and she shared a couple of her own paranormal moments, comfirming heaven existing. She thanked me for sharing my phone call and said it is exactly what is needed today. We need to know that God and heaven exist, many have fears about death and I can quite honestly say, that I don’t fear it at all. That does not mean I’m ready for it, it simply means that I have a date with someone to sit and catch him up on everything he missed out on or probably watched without me knowing.
Not many reach out to me after reading my memoir and let me know how they feel about my private moment with Tom and actually talking to him after he died, so tonight felt wonderful. Just a very few ever say that yes, they believe me and often when they do tell me, it is because they then share there own moment(s) of first hand knowledge about life after death. I love hearing those stories, because it’s then, that I happily discover the fact that we are in our own club. We learn that we’re both members of that unique paranormal club.
Often we live, have friends, and never really know one another. I told no one my painful secrets until Tom came along and I won’t stop now. He deserves to be known, his contact deserves to be known. He’s somewhere waiting for me and so are your loved ones. 💛

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