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

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

(Continued from Excerpt Post #1)

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)

Ask, Listen and be Watchful

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Summer of 2012 – Heavenly Creatures

A few months prior to the summer of 2012, I started reading a series of books. Over the course of a few years this series literally changed how I view love, faith and the possibilities of real miracles. The series that I’m referring to is The Angelic Letters by Henry K. Ripplinger of Regina, Saskatchewan.

These books are written directly from the writer’s soul. Henry’s gift of writing has helped me come to realize that the power of God’s love has no limits, that a love that is meant to be between two people will always find a way—man cannot stop God’s plan. If we try to interfere with the Divine’s plan for pure love to grow and flourish, we will not win the battle. God’s plan is full of good intention. Good will always conquer evil if purity of love is the intent. This series is a must-read for all adults. It taught me many life lessons. Most of all it taught me just how deeply we are loved and guided by our Creator.

Blog 7aThis type of reading also helped guide me to better understand the spirit world. The more you trust and believe in its existence the more it’s willing to share with you the secrets it holds. The connection that I’ve made with our Creator is alive and well today. I’m also very aware of how nature and the spirit world work hand in hand to keep our connection real and physical.

Because we are still in physical form we need to see the connection; that’s how we humans justify reality. By seeing signs we are able to agree on the possibility of another life. Paying attention to nature is a sure way to connect to the Creator and the spiritual realm. If we take the time to slow down and focus on nature, it will show us many beautiful sights. Stop and watch a rabbit nibble on a blade of grass, or listen to a song bird chirp, or feed a squirrel some nuts. These beautiful little creatures are definitely the Divine’s messengers. Through Henry’s books we are shown how the power of human love has no limits, and through believing in our guardian angel(s) and butterflies as messengers from heaven we can remain on the path that God has placed before us. After reading the first couple of books in Henry’s series I started to pay close attention to these heavenly messengers.

I’m sure you will agree with me that there isn’t a better place to connect with nature than surrounding yourself in it. My husband and I spend a good part of our summers up at the lake and that’s where the fun begins. After I finished reading the first book in Henry’s series I was more aware of the very special purpose these creatures have on this planet.

Our first encounter was with a tiny little monarch butterfly. My daughter Branelle and I had just nicely settled into our lounge chairs down on our dock one sunny hot July day when we had an unexpected visitor. A butterfly had joined us and it was somewhat unsettled. It flitted here, there and everywhere, never landing for any length of time on either of us. It would first land on our toes and after it felt safe there it moved up to our fingers. This monarch had Branelle and I thoroughly enjoying its playful nature. It would fly back and forth taking turns visiting each of us, and it appeared to have no intention of leaving anytime soon.

Blog 7bbA few weeks earlier I had explained to Branelle what I had learned in regards to Henry Ripplinger’s Angelic Series and how butterflies are spirits trying to connect with us. That being said, we both knew who this heavenly visit was from. Branelle had lost a friend earlier that year to a sudden death and she knew that it was him visiting. He loved the lake and hanging out with friends. He would generally show up unannounced and leave the same way: One minute he was here visiting and then the next he was gone. He was a free spirit and this butterfly definitely had his personality. The fluttery creature spent the entire afternoon with us down by the water, and then, when we least expected it, it was suddenly gone.

The one understanding that I’ve gained since my NDE is that spirits will seek out a person who believes their existence is real. They won’t necessarily search for a person they were close to here in the physical world, especially if that person is a non believer. Spirits look for humans that have an understanding of the spirit world. If you want a spirit to connect with you, you must have total trust and faith in an afterlife. If you have an encounter with nature and you think it’s a spirit trying to connect with you, STOP and LISTEN to your thoughts. Spirits will deposit thoughts in our heads. If you think, Oh, that’s probably Grandpa, or, That reminds me of my cat, it’s likely that spirit put the thought there for you to receive. Whoever or whatever pops into your head first is usually the spirit that wants to make itself known.

I’m so thankful that my soul has been opened up to this awareness and I have Henry Ripplinger to thank for it.

(To be continued)

Ask, listen and be watchful

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