On my first visit with Rosie, a psychic, Gate Keeper was mentioned in a life after death communication with a friend who had died in 2006 in a bike accident. Panda was a gate keeper for children. He had a witty charactor, allways telling jokes. It was explained that he had to explain to the children that they had died and he had to explain what they had to do and that they can't go back. A lot of children die in accidents like Panda had done and they find it hard to except thay have died.
On my second visit with Rosie Geoff also mentioned that he was now a gate keeper for the elderly. He had met all his family and friends and now had a job, and this job was as a Gate Keeper
This was a new term for me, I did not understand untill it was explained, so I did a search for the term. The term Gate Keeper is mentioned in Islam related sites, in old Egyption related sites, but it was not simply put the gateway between physical life and death to the non physical life for want of a better discription.
People think it is the gate way to heaven, but all the life after death communication I have had goes not mention heaven or hell.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Life after death communication can be a strong heart felt feeling
There were times after Geoff died I would burst into uncontrollable tears. On one occasion I was sitting in one of the armchairs in the kitchen when I got a message to get out of my chair, and I instantly changed chairs. Life after death communication can be a strong heart felt feeling which I knew was Geoff. I put the foot rest up and I talked to him, not knowing if he heard, but I felt so much better knowing he was there. Soon after I settled down, the presence had gone from the room.
I had almost forgot about the event by the next time I seen Rosie. This was the second time I had been to this psychic. When Geoff spoke, he mentioned being in the kitchen that night and hovering above my bed especially on the nights I cried myself to sleep.
I dont get these strong presence feelings all the time, but when I do there is no question it is a life after death communication. It is such a strong change you feel around you.
I had almost forgot about the event by the next time I seen Rosie. This was the second time I had been to this psychic. When Geoff spoke, he mentioned being in the kitchen that night and hovering above my bed especially on the nights I cried myself to sleep.
I dont get these strong presence feelings all the time, but when I do there is no question it is a life after death communication. It is such a strong change you feel around you.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Life after death communication said take your camera
There were times after Geoff died that I had trouble containing my grief and on one occasion when I was disturbed about events from the scattering of the ashes one life after death communication from Geoff said take your camera. I told my son what was said to me as we both needed to go back down to that spot. Geoff's ashes were released off the boat ramp at Trial Bay, a beatiful spot along the shore where he used to fish many years ago with his Dad and brother Tim. It happened to be the same area where Tim's ashes had been released years before.
We headed down to Trial Bay and of course I forgot the camera. I said to my son I should have taken the camera, but I don't know why. When we got there, laying in the same place the ashes were released was a large black and grey stripey fish with side fins floating in the shallows. I had never seen a fish like it, and it just sat there waiting to be photographed. We fetched a forked stick and gentally raised the fish to the surface. It hit the surface of the water, then lasily swam off into the ripply water out of reach. My son managed to get a picture on his phone, but if I had only taken the new camera as I was told, I would have had a great photo.
This life after death communication said take your camera, which I forgot, made me go back to a spot that was causing me a lot of grief, but after that fish I have no longer had that grief. The significence of the fish is that Geoff was a top fish filliter and he knew every fish that we have in Tasmania.
We headed down to Trial Bay and of course I forgot the camera. I said to my son I should have taken the camera, but I don't know why. When we got there, laying in the same place the ashes were released was a large black and grey stripey fish with side fins floating in the shallows. I had never seen a fish like it, and it just sat there waiting to be photographed. We fetched a forked stick and gentally raised the fish to the surface. It hit the surface of the water, then lasily swam off into the ripply water out of reach. My son managed to get a picture on his phone, but if I had only taken the new camera as I was told, I would have had a great photo.
This life after death communication said take your camera, which I forgot, made me go back to a spot that was causing me a lot of grief, but after that fish I have no longer had that grief. The significence of the fish is that Geoff was a top fish filliter and he knew every fish that we have in Tasmania.
The one thing that caused me to believe in life after death communication
The one thing that caused me to believe in life after death communication, was the events leading up to and after my partner and best friend Geoff's death.
Only a week or so had passed from when we discussed what we wanted from our funerals , we often spoke about such events, when a picture I had on the wall outside my office fell off the wall. There should have been no way this picture could have dropped, but it did. I was about to walk out the door for my afternoon bus run, so I left it until I got home. I could not get the event out of my head. The picture was called "the calling", an american indian picture with the four directional grandfathers blending into the sky and I could not help wondering if the grandfathers were trying to tell me something. When I returned from my bus run Geoff was home and he was also taken by what had happened. We picked up the shattered pieces of glass and pondered on why the picture would fall over a hot drink, then we both fell into a deep sleep, in the arm chairs, not waking untill well into the evening.
The next day Geoff returnes home from work early with a tight thoat and explaining he had trouble driving home. He didn't want to go to the doctor, so I made him a coffee. I had an alarm set, so I knew when to get ready for my bus run. As I turned it off, and turned around, Geoff said to me I don't feel too well, I offered to call a doctor, but he said maybe later if it got no better. I had to get ready because my boss was due to pick me up any moment. When I came back out from the bathroom Geoff was reclined on the couch and he was in a fitting spasum. I sang out to my boss as the buss pulled up in my drive, and started CPR as Brett rang an ambulance and organised the other drivers. For the next 20 minutes we kept up the CPR, I could not stop even though I knew it was too late. The ambos started his heart, but we were later to find out that 2/3 of his heart had died and he was brain dead bar the last functioning areas at the base of the spine.
The family was called in from the mainland, and the last plane was running late. All life support had been removed earlier that day, and it seamed that Geoff was hanging in there untill the last person had come to say good bye. It was not possible for the phyical body to know, but there was an intelligence in that room that knew when we all walked out, Geoff had said to me the week before that he would wait untill everyone had gone before he died. I was called back into his room but by the time I got there it was too late, all that was left was a shell, but in that room was such a warm unexplainable feeling. I went back in after the family had seen him and I could feel Geoff around me. I was not sad anymore.
Over the following weeks I had to move and as I tried to settle into the new flat I had the over whelming need to go to a psychic, this is not something I would normally do. A dear friend had told me about one just after the death, but I was in no condition to do anything for the first several weeks. This message to go to see Rosie had become so strong that one day I rang and the next day I had a meeting.
Just to get it straight, Rosie had never seen me before and she had no idea who I was but she told me so much about my life I was taken back. There was no probing, it was just flowing information. Then the process was interupted by a man who was so desperate to get his message accross that he could hardly contain himself. Geoff introduced himself and the conversation flowed, there were things mentioned that we talked about those weeks before, he was constantly apologising for drinking and he mentioned talking to family and friends who had died years before. He asked if it was still ok to find me that perfect man that deserved my attention, one who didn't drink. The outstanding thing was that Geoff had mentioned this during our conversation before he died. There was lots more said, but this was the one statement when I knew that he was alive, if not in this world, in a place that is so close that he could obsurve me and I can sence his presence.
I just know there is life after death communication, because if I had not followed up on my feelings I would never have heard from Geoff again. He needed to talk to me even more than I needed to talk to him.
Only a week or so had passed from when we discussed what we wanted from our funerals , we often spoke about such events, when a picture I had on the wall outside my office fell off the wall. There should have been no way this picture could have dropped, but it did. I was about to walk out the door for my afternoon bus run, so I left it until I got home. I could not get the event out of my head. The picture was called "the calling", an american indian picture with the four directional grandfathers blending into the sky and I could not help wondering if the grandfathers were trying to tell me something. When I returned from my bus run Geoff was home and he was also taken by what had happened. We picked up the shattered pieces of glass and pondered on why the picture would fall over a hot drink, then we both fell into a deep sleep, in the arm chairs, not waking untill well into the evening.
The next day Geoff returnes home from work early with a tight thoat and explaining he had trouble driving home. He didn't want to go to the doctor, so I made him a coffee. I had an alarm set, so I knew when to get ready for my bus run. As I turned it off, and turned around, Geoff said to me I don't feel too well, I offered to call a doctor, but he said maybe later if it got no better. I had to get ready because my boss was due to pick me up any moment. When I came back out from the bathroom Geoff was reclined on the couch and he was in a fitting spasum. I sang out to my boss as the buss pulled up in my drive, and started CPR as Brett rang an ambulance and organised the other drivers. For the next 20 minutes we kept up the CPR, I could not stop even though I knew it was too late. The ambos started his heart, but we were later to find out that 2/3 of his heart had died and he was brain dead bar the last functioning areas at the base of the spine.
The family was called in from the mainland, and the last plane was running late. All life support had been removed earlier that day, and it seamed that Geoff was hanging in there untill the last person had come to say good bye. It was not possible for the phyical body to know, but there was an intelligence in that room that knew when we all walked out, Geoff had said to me the week before that he would wait untill everyone had gone before he died. I was called back into his room but by the time I got there it was too late, all that was left was a shell, but in that room was such a warm unexplainable feeling. I went back in after the family had seen him and I could feel Geoff around me. I was not sad anymore.
Over the following weeks I had to move and as I tried to settle into the new flat I had the over whelming need to go to a psychic, this is not something I would normally do. A dear friend had told me about one just after the death, but I was in no condition to do anything for the first several weeks. This message to go to see Rosie had become so strong that one day I rang and the next day I had a meeting.
Just to get it straight, Rosie had never seen me before and she had no idea who I was but she told me so much about my life I was taken back. There was no probing, it was just flowing information. Then the process was interupted by a man who was so desperate to get his message accross that he could hardly contain himself. Geoff introduced himself and the conversation flowed, there were things mentioned that we talked about those weeks before, he was constantly apologising for drinking and he mentioned talking to family and friends who had died years before. He asked if it was still ok to find me that perfect man that deserved my attention, one who didn't drink. The outstanding thing was that Geoff had mentioned this during our conversation before he died. There was lots more said, but this was the one statement when I knew that he was alive, if not in this world, in a place that is so close that he could obsurve me and I can sence his presence.
I just know there is life after death communication, because if I had not followed up on my feelings I would never have heard from Geoff again. He needed to talk to me even more than I needed to talk to him.
The Opposite Of Life After Death Communication
I know that it is strange to say the opposite to life after death communication, but let me explain. My fathers Uncle Jimmy was a man we had lost contact with due to his bad habbits and drinking. I had not seen him for years, never even thought about him, then one afternoon I remember being in my kitchen and out of the blue, I get these visions of my Great Uncle. Clear constant visions of him. I had no idea why or what it ment. Then at about 4pm they stopped and I have never seen a picture, or do I remember what he looked like from that day.
Later I was to find out that when he was drunk, he had tumbled into a well on another Uncle's property and the report stated he had drowned that afternoon, after a struggle to try and pull himself from the well.
I often wondered if these visions were his way to reach out to anyone who could listen but I had no idea what was happening.
A few months later I had a simular event happen, but this time it was my Uncle Joe, who was acually a cousin to Uncle Jim and my Grandmother. I got lots of visions, nice pictures of Uncle Joe, then nothing. This was a man who played the roll of a grandfather to us, we spent a lot of time with Uncle Joe and his family and then after a life time of pictures, they all disapeared.
Till this day I have not had one vision return of either man, so that is why I say the opposite to life after death communication.
Later I was to find out that when he was drunk, he had tumbled into a well on another Uncle's property and the report stated he had drowned that afternoon, after a struggle to try and pull himself from the well.
I often wondered if these visions were his way to reach out to anyone who could listen but I had no idea what was happening.
A few months later I had a simular event happen, but this time it was my Uncle Joe, who was acually a cousin to Uncle Jim and my Grandmother. I got lots of visions, nice pictures of Uncle Joe, then nothing. This was a man who played the roll of a grandfather to us, we spent a lot of time with Uncle Joe and his family and then after a life time of pictures, they all disapeared.
Till this day I have not had one vision return of either man, so that is why I say the opposite to life after death communication.
Friday, August 24, 2007
How do I know there is life after death communication
My experience with life after death communication goes way back when I was a child, but I didn't recognize what it was until this year.
The first time that stands out for me, is as a child of about 12. I was heading along the lane towards my uncles house. He had removed an underground fuel tank which left a hole that had collected some water and frogs had taken up residence in there. As I started to walk towards the spot, I got vivid clear visions of snakes, danger and I had not in the slightest way been thinking of snakes before. I mean, I had played in the fuel tank hole many times and I felt safe doing so. The visions were strong and constant, but I kept going and jumped into the hole as I had done many times before, and I jumped out just as fast, because there was a snake in the hole. I instantly thought I had imagined it, as I had been thinking about snakes, so I peared over the edge of the hole and shure enough there was a snake gleeming back at me. I was so lucky and that event has stood out till this day.
The second realy strong event was many years later, when I had my first three children. The youngest was a little over one year old and the other two were 18 months apart from there. They were playing in the yard where I could watch them from the kitchen window. I was washing up when I got this vivid picture of water and danger, I knew the feeling and instantly I ran out to check the children. They had gone and I knew that the only water we had was the dam. I ran so fast, I don't know where the energy came from and as I reached the dam, my youngest was stuck in the mud and she had the wobbles up with the other two holding each arm. I grabbed Teresa, and left her little plastic gum boots stuck there in the mud and sat her on the bank, then I pulled Adrian and Karen out of the mud and water.
If I had not listened to the messages I got that day from who ever I would have lost Teresa and may be all three children. I lived in an isolated area and no one would have just come across the children, so this message had to have come from someone beyond this life, another life after death communication.
The first time that stands out for me, is as a child of about 12. I was heading along the lane towards my uncles house. He had removed an underground fuel tank which left a hole that had collected some water and frogs had taken up residence in there. As I started to walk towards the spot, I got vivid clear visions of snakes, danger and I had not in the slightest way been thinking of snakes before. I mean, I had played in the fuel tank hole many times and I felt safe doing so. The visions were strong and constant, but I kept going and jumped into the hole as I had done many times before, and I jumped out just as fast, because there was a snake in the hole. I instantly thought I had imagined it, as I had been thinking about snakes, so I peared over the edge of the hole and shure enough there was a snake gleeming back at me. I was so lucky and that event has stood out till this day.
The second realy strong event was many years later, when I had my first three children. The youngest was a little over one year old and the other two were 18 months apart from there. They were playing in the yard where I could watch them from the kitchen window. I was washing up when I got this vivid picture of water and danger, I knew the feeling and instantly I ran out to check the children. They had gone and I knew that the only water we had was the dam. I ran so fast, I don't know where the energy came from and as I reached the dam, my youngest was stuck in the mud and she had the wobbles up with the other two holding each arm. I grabbed Teresa, and left her little plastic gum boots stuck there in the mud and sat her on the bank, then I pulled Adrian and Karen out of the mud and water.
If I had not listened to the messages I got that day from who ever I would have lost Teresa and may be all three children. I lived in an isolated area and no one would have just come across the children, so this message had to have come from someone beyond this life, another life after death communication.
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