Excerpt #14 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #13)

A Butterfly Vision

Branelle and I hash over the details of my last vision. We both are still puzzled with this whole ordeal. I ask her if she feels up to me describing another vision, she agrees. I close my eyes once more and the black canvas in front of me starts to come to life. This time all the little sparkly white dots slowly form and old weathered wooden deck. This deck immediately reminds me of the deck we have down by the water at the lake. It too is a deck that is unfinished and is weathered from the elements. This vision is in black and white, similar to the horse vision. A little butterfly slowly enters the scene. It has a small body and delicate wings and is doing a slow dance just above the weathered deck surface. It lands on the deck and remains there for some time.

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Excerpt #13 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #12)

No end in sight…

I ask Branelle to keep praying for me. Our hearts are heavy. With no end in sight of this experience ceasing this supernatural challenge is almost more than we can bear. I keep wondering, why is this happening to me? I keep willing it to stop. I do however notice that this journey is not just about me. It’s about the truth of an afterlife. What’s being shown to me is a teaching from our loving Guide. It’s revealing to me just how close the next life is. I have always hoped that heaven did exist. I just never imagined it could be so close to our physical existence.  I now know the beautiful reality of heaven is right here on earth. The veil that stops us from seeing heaven is very thin.  I’m also certain that our core being or soul has never had a beginning and it will never have an ending. We are made in the likeness of our Creator and in doing so we always have been and always will be in existence.

I think back to the previous night and take note of the visions that we’re shown to me. These visions were not all about my life here on earth. Some of them were scenes of someone else’s life. I’m also certain that all these visions when put together form a storyboard, this puzzle will make sense to me at some point on my journey.

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Excerpt #11 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #10)

6:10 am – April 4, 2013

I’m finding it difficult to sit in one spot for any length of time. My body feels very unsettled and on high alert. I’m noticing the sounds in the house are amplified. The sound of the compressor cutting in on the fridge has startled me, and it sounds much louder than before. I glance out my dining room window to the east. The sky brightens up and a new day is cresting on the horizon. As the sun slowly rises over the field, the colors of the sunrise turn into an artful masterpiece.

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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 #9 – Volcanoes, Butterflies & Jesus – Shelley Zwingli

(Continued from Excerpt #8)

I reach under my pillow and find my rosary once more. I start to pray it again in silence. I know Trent needs some sleep, his work day is fast approaching and I have kept him awake for most of the night. I can’t tell him everything that’s happening to me. It’s not fair for me to expect him to understand it all. I don’t understand it. I don’t want to overwhelm him, even though I’m sure I already have. I lay here wondering if I’m going crazy, and just as quickly as that thought enters my mind the angels start to sing again. I now know that I’m not going crazy, this is all so beautiful and holy. I know it comes from our loving God. I’m just struggling with how is it’s possible for me to be in this physical world and also be experiencing the spiritual realm, all at the same time.

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Messages from Beyond – A Beautiful Confirmation – Part III

(Continued from Part II)

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.

Ask, Listen and be Watchful

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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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Om – I Will Hold You

May 2013 – The Zwingli Farm

Proof Of HeavenI placed the book down on the counter in front of me and I let the tears fall. Brennon, our son, has been  home visiting for a couple days. He walks over, gives me a kiss on the cheek and gently rubs my back. My emotions have been like a roller coaster for the past month. I’m still struggling with what I’ve been shown and I’m so glad my family is supporting me through this life-altering experience. I’m feeling absolutely overwhelmed and I’m searching for the answers to where I was, what it all means and what I should be doing with what I’ve learned.

I have just had an aha moment linked to a book I started reading a couple days ago. The book is called Proof of Heaven written by Eben Alexander, M.D. The near death experience (NDE) I had has me reaching for all kinds of resources to read about the afterlife as I try to figure out what exactly happened to me.  In Proof of Heaven, the author mentions the term “Om” in place of the name God or Creator. This word alone has hit me like a ton of bricks.

Ever since I’ve crossed over I’ve been experiencing a strange but beautiful sensation while falling asleep at night. Just before my body becomes totally relaxed, and even before I’m sound asleep, I feel myself gently lift off the bed and a soft rocking motion begins. It’s at this stage of relaxation/sleep that I speak out loud the word “Om.” I don’t remember anything that happens after I have said this. I wake the next morning after having an amazing sleep and I’m somewhat puzzled as to why I keep saying “Om.”  Why am I saying this word on the cusp of sleep?

I have heard the word referred to during yoga sessions. I do realize that it’s a mantra that helps people connect to their inner loving source during meditation. I’m just not sure why it’s coming out of my mouth just as I fall into the unconscious state of sleep. This has been happening every night for the past month. I asked my husband, Trent, if he hears me say something just before I fall asleep. He says he does, but he’s just not sure of the word that I’m saying. He says that I’m saying it very quietly and he can’t make it out. I, however, do know the word I’m speaking and before reading Eben Alexander’s explanation I was unsure of what it could mean to me.

I glance down at the book and realize that Eben has just explained another meaning of this word to me, and I’m blown away. Tears continue to run down my cheek because the explanation is almost more than I can grasp. I now realize that I’m softly calling our Creator’s name as I’m falling asleep. I realize how beautiful it is that my soul, just at the onset of sleep, is acknowledging its maker. My soul is very much aware of what I’m doing but my physical body doesn’t have a clue why this is occurring.

Blog - Heavenly HandI think back to the previous night when I whispered Om ; at the time I was hardly conscience enough to realize it. I also understand now that the rocking motion that I’m feeling as I drift off to sleep is Om holding me. I think back to a spiritual picture my parents had hanging in their home. The following verse was inscribed over Gods hands in this picture: “I will hold you in the palm of my hands.” I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt – this is what I’ve been experiencing. An absolute peace comes over me and I wipe my tears away.

This is the first time Brennon has seen me since my surgery. He’s home for a weeklong visit. Trent and I love the time he spends with us. Over the course of a week he has listened to the entire NDE, and I have explained to him everything that has happened to me. It’s been a real eye opener for all of us.

I know over the course of the next few weeks, months and years Om will continue to share the secrets of the universe with me. I have been crying tears of joy for the past few weeks; I’ve been given the chance to learn more about this life we’re living. I’m more than grateful for this favourable outcome.

I still have the opportunity to hold my babies and sleep beside my husband. I do also realize that when their time comes and they are called home, they will be held in the palm of Om’s hands, and the spirits on the other side will welcome their arrival with unconditional love. We need to find solace in knowing that as we mourn the loss of a loved one on earth, heaven and all the angels will be cheering on their arrival.

Ask, listen and be watchful,

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