Over the years I’ve
been surprised, more than once, by messages that came to me from loved ones who
had passed away. I didn’t do anything in particular to seek out these
experiences. But, even when I’m not actively exploring the paranormal, my openness and curiosity about such things doesn't leave me. I believe that if a person is open enough, uncanny
things will probably happen.
There was an older
cousin of mine who died suddenly. A few months after he passed away, he
surprised me by showing up in one of my meditations. A brief impression of his
tall, lanky figure flashed into my mind, and I felt a definite sense of his
energy. Then I heard, conveyed as an idea rather than a set of words, that he
had come to say goodbye and to let me know he was proud of me.
I had a similar
experience after my dad passed away. At that time, as part of my meditations, I
would imagine myself walking along the water’s edge on my favorite stretch of East
Coast beach. One day, I felt startled to see my dad standing on the beach—surf-fishing,
wearing his goofy fishing hat and baggy shorts, just like he did when he was
alive. I stopped to talk to him, and he let me know he was watching over me and
supporting me. He continued to come to me that way for years.
My mother also
found a way to connect with me after her death. One night, a couple of months
after she passed away, I was sitting alone on the sofa in my living room. I
happened to glance over at the big armchair, and—I felt startled to see a brief
but distinct impression of my mom sitting there. The image was shadowy but very
solid, and I knew immediately that it was her. She had come to make contact
with me and to say goodbye, which we had not been able to do before she died.
I’m convinced that
the bonds we form with people in life don’t end when those people die. I’m glad that I'm open enough to recognize their presence, and to receive the messages
they have for me.
Author Ann Young
Fantasy,
Paranormal Fiction … and Fact
