The Death of Loved Ones

 

The Death of Loved Ones

Human hand and artificial hand touch each other

Only a thought and feeling away

The death of loved ones, pets or anything we really care about are not gone from us, they are all only a thought and feeling away.  The same applies to the living.  Our loved ones, alive and who have passed, sense and know each time we think and communicate with them at some level. When we understand, are open to this knowledge, we can receive messages and respond to them. The most reliable way to know the truth of their presence is by feeling their presence within your heart space. You feel them and know it is they! We are each a medium and communicate and have an effect on each other and all that exists.

When you are alone sit and remember how it felt to be with this person, or pet, sitting next to them.  Don’t just think of them.  FEEL THEM. FEEL THEIR PRESENCE. BE WITH THEM. What we feel is spirit, the real of us. Enjoy them. Think to them; visualize visiting, as though you were with them, and listen/feel from within your heart space for the communications taking place.

You can sense visitations, in many different ways: a glimpse out of the corner of your eye, an unexpected feeling or thought of them comes to you. Dream visits also occur and endless other ways. Immediately when a thought or feeling comes, pay attention to the name and impressions coming to you. First impression is usually correct. Feel It. We are impressed through the senses, using direct word, impressions and symbols. Interpreting the communications may be difficult at times, but know by feeling you are connected.

Each of us, whether alive or dead are able to and do communicate with each other through thought directed and fed by our desire to connect consciously and unconsciously. Communication is always taking place. It is energy in motion, life in action. Energy follows thought. Where our attention is, energy follows.

Peace Within, Betty Ertwine

The following from, Canon Henry Scott Holland, is so true, please share:

All Is Well

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Canon Henry Scott Holland