Excerpt #10 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

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Lessons Learned

I’m feeling that I have just had another lesson taught to me, one that I needed to witness. I belong to the loving Creator and I know that I’m on the right side of life, the good side. Before my NDE experience I really didn’t think that hell could exist. I now know differently. Though 99.9 percent of this entire experience has been good and has come from the heavenly realm, the other .1 percent has been a definite eye opener. Don’t be foolish–hell does exist for those who refuse to accept Gods existence, and who mortally sin and don’t turn to our loving Maker for absolution. I will never question the reality of hell again.

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Excerpt Post #5 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

Excerpt Post #5 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

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Awake and fully aware

 

Hearing the heavenly choir has sent my physical mind into despair. At the same time my spiritual soul is connecting to a loving power that is trying to calm all my fears. In this very moment I am of sound mind and I’m consciously aware of all my surroundings. I am fully awake. The only medication that I’ve been on for the past few days is an anti-biotic. I’m absolutely sure it doesn’t have these side effects. I’m physically alive but also experiencing the heavenly realm. The only way I can deal with this battle that is raging within me is to pray. I know that I must ask for help from God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. I need to ask for God’s will to be done. I need to put my will aside. Whatever happens to me now is all a part of God’s divine plan for me.

The Nativity by Federigo Barocci

The Nativity – Federigo Barocci

I will also turn to our heavenly mother, the Queen of Heaven. Mary is the true mother of us all; she knows our pain. She watched her son Jesus, the Son and Savior of mankind, hang and die on the cross. What a heart break for a mother to witness. She is the purest of pure and God holds her in very high regard.  I will ask Mother Mary to intercede and pray for me as well. I will pray the rosary and plead for guidance and wisdom from our Heavenly Father. The Creator  had chosen Mary many years ago to deliver our Saviour to the world. God knew she was a faithful servant. I now need her prayers to help me through this struggle.

Trent and I are lying side by side in bed holding hands. We pray the rosary together. We pray for my healing and for me to be allowed to stay here on Earth a while longer. I’m extremely distraught and I know that Trent is very worried about what all has been taking place. When we finish the rosary he snuggles up to me and I try once again to settle down.

 

The waking visions start…

1:30 AM, Thursday, April 4, 2013

I glance at the clock it’s now 1:30 AM. I have been in bed for about three hours and have not been able to sleep. I’m still very worried about what will happen to my family if I should pass. We are all dying—every day we are one day closer to our earthly death. This reality doesn’t seem to bother us on a daily basis until an incident brings our mortality to the forefront.  I’m facing this reality right now; I can hardly deal with this certainty. How can I be here in this physical form and be hearing heavenly music?  This almost seems impossible.

Young Boy Vision

I try to sleep again and before I know what’s happening to me a vision enters my mind. This vision is much different than my NDE while in ICU at the Victoria Hospital. I was sleeping during my NDE; this new vision has appeared in my mind while I’m still awake.Blog - Young Boy (a) My eyes are closed but my mind has been opened to see a picture. It’s similar to a dream but much clearer, plus its happening while I’m fully awake. In my mind I’m being shown a picture of an eight to 10-year-old boy. He’s smiling a bright, beautiful smile. He has big eyes and chin length blonde curly hair. He is surrounded by friends in the picture. The focus is on him and this whole scene is in color. He looks familiar to me but I’m not sure who he is.

Once again I wake Trent and explain to him what has just happened. I feel horrible waking him but I’m becoming more and more distraught. I can’t seem to stop what’s happening to me. I’m an emotional wreck. I’m wondering when this unfathomable experience will end. I’m tired and wanting to sleep but every time I close my eyes and try to relax the spiritual realm makes another connection with me. I’m exhausted; almost running out of tears. Through all this turmoil Trent remains calm.

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Excerpt Post #4 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

Excerpt Post #4 – Volcanoes, Butterflies and Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

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I enter our bedroom quietly, trying not to wake Trent. I slowly slip under the covers and try to get comfortable.  As I settle into our bed I keep thinking that maybe I should have stayed in ICU for a few more days. Then again I think, they wouldn’t have discharged me if my vitals weren’t in the normal range. The second the thought normal range comes into my head, I start to panic. It was only five days before that all my tests showed me in the “normal range” with exception of the CT scan, and then I was almost dead. What if that’s the case now? What if the tests done today were also far from accurate?

Blog - Rosary Photo All I can do right now is try to fall asleep. My body is screaming for rest. One of the best ways for me to relax and calm down in the past has been to meditate and pray.  I slide my hand under my pillow to find my rosary. I have slept with a rosary under my pillow for many years now. I feel very safe and protected when it’s near. Praying the rosary is like putting the calm in my storm. Nothing else can ease a stress-filled day like the prayer of the rosary.

I’m lying on my back, still very agitated. The room seems darker than it’s ever been. I’m trying to lay still; I don’t want to disturb Trent. I lay here for about five minutes and I’m finding it difficult to close my eyes. I don’t like how dark the night is right now. I’m also noticing that my heightened state of awareness is preventing me from relaxing. I feel that Trent and I are not alone. There’s an unknown spiritual force in the room. I feel like there’s a battle going on inside me. I have never encountered this type of nervousness before.

I gently touch Trent’s shoulder to get his attention. I tell him that I’m having problems getting to sleep. I ask if it’s okay for me to turn on the bedside lamp for a while. He doesn’t mind at all. I’m hoping that the light in the room will help me relax and send away any negative energy that might be here.   I explain to Trent that I’m very scared that I still might be dying. I also tell him that my body is feeling very different since my NDE. I can’t seem to shut off my thoughts. I feel very wound up. I’m almost certain I won’t make it through the night. Death seems to be the answer to my dilemma.

Trent snuggles up to my body and once again I try to fall asleep. Within seconds of me relaxing and closing my eyes I start to hear singing. This singing is unlike anything I have ever heard here on Earth. It is the heavenly choir and they’re performing a heavenly chant beyond our human perfection. The music sounds like something written in a previous century. It reminds me of something Beethoven, Bach or Chopin might have written. It’s extremely classical but not snobbish, very welcoming and loving in nature. Both of our children have taken years of piano and theory exams. This music reminds me of something they might have played while growing up. However, this music has instruments in its orchestra that we don’t have here on earth. They are singing a very calming piece. This melody is perfectly timed and tuned; there is no room for improvement. The composer of this piece has every aspect of music mastered. It is overwhelmingly refined and fascinating to listen to. I know that this music is being performed by the heavenly choir.

I sit up quickly in hopes of stopping the music; I fear that my soul might be slipping away from Earth again. I ask Trent if he’s just heard the angels singing and he says he hasn’t. I start to cry. I’m so afraid to leave my family behind. I’m not worried about where my soul will end up because I now know that heaven does exist and it’s waiting for me.  I just never dreamt that heaven and earth were so close together, and that I could experience both of them at the same time.

(To be continued – Excerpt Post #5)

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Spiritually Woven – The Pink Notebook

The timing of events in our lives couldn’t be woven more perfectly. We fall into each other’s lives at the exact moment we are required to; there are no mistakes when we allow the universe to take charge. This perfect timing is set in motion once we send a request out to the universe, and at that time we may not have even realized that we’ve made a request for help. What I’ve come to recognize, however, is the universe knows us better than we know ourselves. The universe knows our true soul’s desire and it acts on our appeal.

Blog - Woven PictureMy perfect weaving started from the moment of my conception, and throughout every stage of my life, the right people have entered the scene. It is only in the past couple of years that I’ve figured out just how perfectly intertwined our lives are with one another. I have also learned to let go and allow the Divine to take charge of the wheel, thereby allowing people that have been placed on my path to add extreme value to my journey. When we embrace our life path and place our controlling ego aside, we give the universe the permission to guide us into unfathomable spiritual growth.

Immediately after my near death experience (NDE), I surrendered to controlling my life. The NDE awoke in me the trusting quality that is required to fully let go and believe in a loving Creator that only wants the best for me and all of creation. I also started noticing all the little things in life were truly the big things in life. I started paying very close attention to signs from above, signs that I generally would of sloughed off as just a coincidence.

Over time, I’ve learned that there are numerous ways the Creator is able to gain our attention. Some of these include repetitive numbers, words in a song, smells, thoughts that won’t go away, people that we keep running into, feathers on our path, and coins in very odd places. I consider these coincidences as ways the universe knocks on our door.

Meaningful connections

One so called repetitive incident for me started with my good friend, Arlene Shields. In the summer of 2013, I had shared my NDE with Arlene and she immediately knew of an editor/publisher that could help me share my story. Arlene repeatedly mentioned Suzanne’s name to me over a course of about six months, and would not let me rest until she knew I had booked and appointment with her. Arlene was definitely instrumental in guiding me to my editor/publisher, Suzanne Paschall, and ultimately the conduit for the direction I needed to take to help create my writing skills. At the time I had no idea how much of an impact Suzanne would have in my life. The surprise for both Suzanne and I was that we actually needed each other at that exact time in our lives. Arlene helped ignite a fire in each of us.

In the fall of 2013, upon meeting Suzanne, I realized that she was the only person that I could fully trust with my NDE story. We made an instant connection, and I shared all kinds of details of my life with her and she reciprocated. Suzanne had told me that she had just starting working with a nun by the name of Sister Val Leibel who was writing a book which had Suzanne rethinking her take on God. The name “Sister Val” immediately had me sitting up in my chair. We had a Sister by the name of “Val” in Melfort many years ago. Suzanne confirmed that this was the same woman. Was this another coincidence? I think NOT!

I was the second person to enter Suzanne’s life in a matter of a few months, and I also was bringing God and our spirituality to the forefront. These two little coincidences (Sister Val and myself) were a sign for Suzanne to open up to the possibility that God didn’t just reside in church, and that being upset with God over a man-made church doctrine was not going to help her move forward.

The Creator that I gave control to is all loving and forgiving. Mankind tends to make all kinds of rules and regulations. Many of these laws are not of God and in turn it becomes very easy for us to judge each other because of these man-made rules.  In effect, it is as if we have taken the role of playing God, whom we are not, when we really should be focusing on our own personal connectedness with the Divine.

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Our Creator is a loving maker that is trying to bring Suzanne back underneath the proverbial wing.  She had been asking for help and within the next couple years her loving Maker would show her the true meaning of her existence. One must only ask for help and it shall be granted.

With the universe in total control of Suzanne’s request, Sister Val, Arlene and myself have all aided her into a new chapter of life. She has embarked on a writing journey that is far overdue. She has been an instrument in many authors’ success and now it is her turn. Suzanne is putting her knowledge of writing and editing to use for her own soul’s growth. She has learned that life isn’t only about serving others; it must also be about helping herself.

Please check out my dear friend Suzanne’s new site, The Pink Notebook Project. She is taking “asking the universe” to a much greater level, and following her blog will most definitely warm your heart and help your soul soar.

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Excerpt Post #3 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

Excerpt Post #3 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt Post #2)

9:00 PM, Wednesday, April 3, 2013, Zwingli Farm

Blog - Water dropletBranelle sits with her back towards me in the washroom. She’s my safety net. I step into the warm shower and instantly feel a different sort of water hitting my skin. This water feels like living water, it seems to have life within it. I glance down at my body and watch the water trickle down my skin. It’s creating little pathways that look like river streams of color. I feel every drop of water land and it feels intensely refreshing. I have also observed that every water droplet is holding a little rainbow within its self. All these water droplets are awake with a flickering brilliance of color. I don’t mind this new-found awakening; I’m just struggling with how my senses seem to be overloaded with this super-clarity of everything in sight. This sensory awareness doesn’t seem to be letting up…if anything, it’s becoming more intense.

I was just about to share what I have observed in the water with Branelle, when I stop myself. I don’t want to burden my family with all of these details; the NDE was almost too much for them to handle.  I decide to keep some of these realizations to myself. I know deep down that something has drastically changed within me. I will just try to sort through it on my own. Maybe once I get a good night’s sleep under my belt I will wake to a new day, my normal life will resume and I will feel like my old self again.

Branelle and I head upstairs after my shower. I’m finding it very difficult to climb this many stairs. It was just 10 days ago when I was running up and down these levels without any effort. Now it’s taking a great deal of energy, and I don’t have much get up and go. I will just keep telling myself that tomorrow will be a better day. Every day I have made progress and I will keep thinking positively.

10:30 PM – Will the Morning Come?

Trent, Branelle and I visit for a few more minutes in the living room. It’s been a long day for all of us. Trent gets up and gives both of his girls a kiss, he then heads upstairs to bed. Branelle and I stay up for a few more minutes. I share with her how scared I am of going to sleep. I’m worried that I might not wake up in the morning.

Blog - Excerpt #3What I have seen is far too real. I have been shown a glimpse of the afterworld and even though I love where I’m headed when I pass I still don’t want to leave my family yet. I also haven’t been very truthful with Trent and Branelle when it comes to how my body has changed since the near death experience. I haven’t told them everything that I’m feeling and visually seeing. I don’t want to freak them out. I will just keep praying privately for some help and guidance. Hopefully all this will pass and I will be okay.

Branelle and I head upstairs for bed as well; I tuck her in and ask her to pray for my continued healing. I know that God hears our prayers and answers them all. I also realize that the answers may not be the answers that we want. The Maker is in control of our destiny. I just hope that this is not the end of my life here on Earth. I hope there are many more pages to my life story. I kiss my girl goodnight and head down the hall to our master bedroom.

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Excerpt Post #2 : Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

Excerpt Post #2 : Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

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7:15 PM, Wednesday, April 3, 2013, Zwingli Farm, Melfort, Saskatchewan

I enter the house on the lower level and Trent greets me at the base of the first set of stairs in the basement. He gives me a warm kiss and hug. I share with him my concerns; he knows that I’m not the same person I was before my surgery. My whole being has shifted. I’m very worried about my future:  Will I still be here tomorrow, or will I be in heaven?

Once again I share with Trent how my spirit left my body. My crossing over into heaven was an incredibly beautiful event. I wouldn’t trade what I have seen for anything on this planet. Trent and I hold each other and cry together. We realize just how fast our lives can change. I’m so thankful for his understanding. Many men would have thought I’d lost my mind, but Trent knows me better than that. Through the tears and the soft tone in my voice he knows my heavenly trip was exactly as I describe it, a life altering encounter with our loving Creator.

Back home, but not like it was before

Trent and I are a couple with similar spiritual beliefs and we know that trust is the foundation of our relationship. We are certain of each other’s credibility beyond a shadow of a doubt. He knows that I’m an honest person, and what I have experienced is as real as him standing right in front of me. I will always see him as trustworthy and rational. He knows to never doubt me in a critical situation, as I will only speak the truth.

Trent and I make our way upstairs to the kitchen. Earlier that day Branelle had made a fresh pot of homemade chicken soup. The three of us sit down in the dining room and enjoy our meal together. Nothing beats homemade cooking when you’re sick, and no one can make a pot of soup like our daughter Branelle. This is exactly what I have been craving for the last couple days.

It feels great to be back home. The three of us visit for a while after supper but as we discuss the weekly events both in and out of the hospital. I’m finding it very difficult to stay focused on the conversation. My mind keeps taking me back to what I had witnessed just a few hours ago. I’m finding it very hard to concentrate on anything other than that divine experience.

I keep pulling my thoughts back to their dialogue but I just can’t seem to hold my attention firmly on their discussion. I have never been so agitated in my life. I keep wondering, how long will this sensation last? It’s incredibly challenging to act normal when deep down inside I know that I’m teetering between life and death.

I get up from the dining table and ask Branelle if she would stay in the bathroom with me while I take a shower. I really don’t need any assistance once I’m in the shower but I don’t feel comfortable being in the bathroom by myself.  In the course of the past week I have lost 12 pounds, I’m very weak and worried that I could slip and fall in the shower. I would love to have a bath but that to presents a problem; there is no way that I could get myself in and out of the tub without the help of a couple of people.  The shower seems like the safest bet. I will feel safe knowing Branelle is right there, just in case I need her.

I’m still noticing that something has shifted in my physical and spiritual realm. It’s as though an awareness and clarity has opened up my vision to see physical objects totally different.  My physical body is looking and feeling very mortal. I visually see the brokenness in my physical self. It’s as if I’m looking at my body for the first time and really noticing every detail that it holds with extreme definition.  I have never noticed all the wrinkles on my hands before; my hands look very leathery and old. I’m shocked at how dark my freckles seem to be, they are jumping right out at me. I’m sure they’ve never looked like this in the past. Visibly to me my body has aged about 30 years in the past seven days.  I feel as if I’m standing outside my body and that a part of my being has become a bystander. At this very moment I’m realizing my spiritual consciousness has been opened. My perception of the physical world has been altered and I’m not sure how to return to my normal state of reality.

This is a very beautiful awareness that I’m experiencing, but because it’s so far away from the normal state of consciousness it’s also extremely frightening. I keep hoping and praying that this will all settle down soon.

(Continued in Excerpt #3)

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4:00 PM, Wednesday, April 3, 2013 – Victoria Hospital, Prince Albert, Saskatchewan

Branelle and I wait patiently for some news on my discharge.Blog Pic Excerpt VB&J I share with her what had happened to me earlier that afternoon. The near death experience has shaken me up. The reality of what I saw has her concerned, too. Branelle knows that I would only speak the truth. I want to go home more than ever now, because if I’m still dying I don’t want to die in the hospital. I can’t share the near death experience with the staff because I believe they will never discharge me after hearing about my experience. They may even think that I’m mentally unstable, which I know I’m not.

5:30 PM

The doctor walks into my room. He and the head nurse have decided to let me go home. He makes me promise that I will consume 2000 calories daily until my weight is back to normal. I want to go home to heal, so I give him my word. I thank him for all that he has done for me; he wishes me a speedy recovery. I hold back the tears as he walks out of the room. He’s an amazing doctor. I owe my life to him and his colleagues.

I call Trent to share my good news; he had just been leaving our house to head to Prince Albert to stay with me. Over the next 30 minutes Branelle and I gather up my belongings and pick up an antibiotic from the pharmacy and then we are homeward bound. What a great feeling! I’m silently hoping with any luck a good night’s sleep will help restore my body to its normal state.

Ever since I crossed over I’ve noticed my senses have been heightened. Upon leaving the hospital and going outside, this is even more noticeable. My sight has never been so clear, colors are extremely vibrant and objects are more defined than before my NDE. I almost feel as though I’ve had corrective eye surgery. This change in vision has me somewhat concerned about my future–my heightened awareness has me very nervous.  My hearing has also changed; all noises seem to be intensely loud. On a scale from 1-10, with 1 being quiet and 10 being extremely loud, my scale has increased by about five points. This audible heightening is not enjoyable, I feel as though the people around me are almost yelling when they talk. I find myself turning down the volume on the car radio, even though Branelle says it’s not at all loud.

We are halfway home when our trip is interrupted by a phone call. Brennon has called me from Costa Rica and it‘s great to hear his voice. I share with him a very short version of my NDE, and tell him that I’ll share more detail with him when he returns from his holiday. I don’t want to alarm him.

Branelle now makes the final turn off the highway onto our gravel road. We are getting closer to home and I’m hoping that my release from the hospital was the right decision. I don’t want to discuss with her how I’m feeling. This heightened state of awareness has me panicking inwardly. I keep my thoughts to myself; I don’t want to cause her any extra stress.

Blog Picture - Crisp PrairieAs we head north down our country road I glance across the prairie landscape and wherever my eyes travel I get a very defined image. I’m witnessing a country scene that I’ve never really noticed before. I have lived down this country road for almost 30 years and today the hills, trees, and farmyards have more detail than I remember. In every direction I look I see things that I’ve missed in the past. I’m also noticing my entire body feels different. I feel as though a part of my body is missing, but in a good way– somewhat carefree, I have a floating sensation. I know that my body is still physically alive and grounded in this car seat but the rest of my being, along with my senses, seems to be weightless. The colors and scenery that I’m noticing are much more appealing than ever before. I’m enjoying the crisp hues that clothe this early spring landscape.

Once again I reach over and turn down the radio; I don’t want my thoughts to have to compete with this unnecessary noise. My body is wound up and it’s craving silence at this very moment. I think back to the experience that just happened a few hours ago. I begin to silently pray to God for some help and understanding. I’m pleading for a little more time here on Earth. As Branelle and I pull the car into our yard a thought enters my mind:  Will I live through the night, or will God take me home? I know perfectly well that my body is not in a fully recovered state, and with my senses all on high alert I’m struggling to make sense of this mystifying body-soul experience. I know without a doubt that my soul has just returned from heaven and even though I have loved what I was shown I’m still very fearful of leaving my family behind if I am to pass away in the next few days.

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Messages from Beyond – A Beautiful Confirmation – Part III

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Lori’s playful answers

 

January 13th 2015 – The Connection

Tracy was relaxing into the reading and the psychic had made the contact with Lori. Tracy had assumed that Lori her sister would come through with a reference of purple pansies, and that’s where Tracy’s mind focused.  The medium, however, kept mentioning the word “willow.” This had Tracy puzzled; she couldn’t understand what willow could mean.  Leoralea mentioned the words “willow tree” and this still had Tracy questioning the connection. The medium then glanced down and closed her eyes. She said that Lori was showing her a vase with “pussy willows” in it. Tracy began to cry. She had forgotten the pussy willows.

The family had lived in northern Manitoba when the girls were little. These three sisters looked forward to the pussy willows in the spring. The pussy willows gave them more joy than Christmas or their birthdays.

The February before Lori passed away Tracy had gone down to the farmer’s market for her weekly shopping. Danny, a local farmer who had a stand in the market handed Tracy a bunch on pussy willows and said, “You need these, Tracy.” Tracy had shopped at Danny’s stand many times. This was such a kind gesture and the timing was perfect. Tracy knew immediately that she would forward them onto her sick sister Lori. Tracy attached a note encouraging Lori that with the spring season approaching there would be something to look forward to—more pussy willows.

When Lori received the package she called Tracy in tears. She was so thankful for the gift. Lori placed the willows on her kitchen table and that’s where they stayed until her passing. After Lori passed Tracy put the pussy willows in a beautiful wooden box and placed them in the casket. Her final gift to her sister.

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Lori, Tracy & Heather

The medium provided Tracy with many accurate insights to Lori’s life as it was on earth. She was spot on in regards to Lori’s two sons and her marital issues. She knew things about Lori’s nieces and nephews, parents and Tracy’s current life situation. Tracy now realized that Lori had been with her all along. Lori had been watching over her ever since her physical death. Lori had answered almost all of Tracy’s questions and did it without judgment. But there was one question she had asked Lori that still needed answered.

In Tracy’s meditations prior to the psychic reading Tracy had asked Lori a question which involved me, Shelley Zwingli. Tracy had asked Lori if she had seen me in heaven, and if she had, Lori was supposed to give reference to a dime. I was surprised that Tracy would include me in such a test of faith. As the time ticked away with the reading Tracy had forgotten the question about me. But Lori had not!

What follows is the word-for-word transcript of what happened next:

Medium Leoralea:

“She says yes, I’m done for now. So I just want you to know I am with you. I plan on watching over you for a very long time, until you are done here. So trust those little things that I am doing to get your attention. You are not going crazy, I am really with you.”

<Pause>

Medium Leoralea:

“Hmmmm, the other thing Lori just showed me, she just went like that (medium makes a motion of flipping a coin in the air.) I am seeing a dime go up in the air and land on the ground. Lori says “Okay. That’s her answer.”

After Tracy shared this event with me she asked me if I had seen Lori in heaven. Unfortunately I didn’t see her at close range. The only place I truly feel Lori may have been was in the pond of water at the base of the waterfall swimming. There were many happy souls there the day that I crossed over.  The laughter I remember hearing was joy beyond our human understanding.  Lori could have very easily been there swimming in that heavenly pond. Someday we will know the answer.

The souls that have gone before us want us to be happy and they will figure out many ways to connect with us to help ease our pain. We need to muster up the faith to ask the deep questions like Tracy did. You will be amazed at the answers that these spirits will reply with. It’s because of people like Tracy that the world will come to learn that eternal love is the answer to all of our questions. Love will never let us down. Love never ends.

Many thanks again to Tracy for sharing her amazing story.

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Messages from Beyond – A Beautiful Confirmation – Part I

(Part I)

January 13, 2016

Today we send our love and birthday wishes to you Lori.

Thank-you for this spiritual connection.

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Lori Jean McArthur January 13, 1963 – April 28, 2009

There are certain people that come and go from our lives. With these connections we evolve as humans and spiritual beings.  Some people enter our lives for a short period and others stay a while longer. Every connection we make is needed to help teach and complete a lesson we need to learn. Our soul is always in the classroom of life. Some of the lessons we learn from the people we encounter are taught while they’re alive and other lessons are taught after they have passed into the spirit world.

This blog post is of the latter. The experience I will share with you today has surpassed anything I could have ever hoped for or imagined. My human nature still struggles with the closeness of the spirit world and how willing they are to confirm that their existence is within our grasp. While my human nature questions, my soul knows better. It embraces and trusts the loving power that makes this connection divine.

I asked for, and received, the permission and collaboration of my friend Tracy (Nuttall) Towers to present this remarkable story to you.

An unexpected call

My cell phone rings and I glance down at the number. Oh for flip sake, I think, another telemarketer. I answer my phone with a somewhat rough, gruff Hello. On the other end is a soft-spoken voice. I’m pretty sure I recognize this person. Hey Shell, is that you?  It’s my friend Tracy that I had hung out with in high school. I apologize for answering so abruptly.  She is calling from an unlisted number that I hadn’t recognized. Tracy (Nuttall) Towers had just received my email in regards to the start up of my blog site and she sounded very excited for me. We chatted for a bit about my book project and the blog and then she asked me if I had a few extra minutes to talk. She had something serious to share with me. Tracy had regretted not calling me sooner. I told her I had all the time in the world to listen.

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Tracy and I have a connection that is so beautifully simple. We can pick up exactly where we left off. Whether it is three months or four years down the road. Our friendship has no expectations. We both know that time will not change our connection with each other. It’s a relationship based on love alone…no strings attached.

The last time I had spoken with Tracy was the previous summer. She had been in Melfort visiting family. I’m so thankful she had taken the time to visit me. We had talked about her older sister Lori and Lori’s battle with cancer. Ever since Lori passed their family has been heartbroken. We cried a lot that day but we both knew that the visit was also healing. We talked about my NDE and how it has changed my life and the life of my family. I also shared with her the miracle that just keeps on happening; since my father’s passing he’s lightened our heavy hearts by leaving us a trail of dimes. Sharing the dime connection with Tracy helped to lighten the mood and we did have a few good laughs that day too.  I really wanted to give her hope in an afterworld.  I know Tracy is a believer, but I also know there are times in our lives when everything seems to be falling apart and we question the existence of a loving Maker.

Tracy’s Story

Tracy lost her dear sister Lori to cancer in 2009. Lori was the eldest of three beautifulLori Nuttall School Pic daughters that Rod and Carol Nuttall raised. The Nuttall family had lived in Melfort, Saskatchewan for three years from 1977-1980. While living in Melfort, I had the privilege of calling the two older sisters (Lori and Tracy) my friends. The third daughter was Heather; she was a few years younger than us. Lori was full of life and always a pleasure to be around. She was stunningly beautiful to look at but that’s not where the beauty stopped; she truly had a heart of gold. She would do anything to help family or a friend in a time of need. Her smile and carefree giggle could light up any room. Back in my teenage years I truly wanted to be more like Lori.

After high school Lori married Greg McArthur. Through this union the couple had two sons, John and Todd. They had also moved out to British Columbia to be closer to family members.  Lori was a Certified General Accountant in Penticton, BC up until she took ill.   Sad news was given to Lori on her 45th birthday. She was diagnosed with Stage Four colon cancer.

In Part II next week, read about Lori’s final battle, and her sister Tracy’s search.

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