My Life After Death Experiences

MY SPIRITUAL JOURNEY - AFTER THE DEATH OF MY ONLY CHILD...

YOU ARE DEAD PHYSICALLY, EMOTIONALLY, OR MENTALLY; THEN WHAT?

Three months after Trevor left this world I began experiencing some activities that both shocked and scared me.  As the events were happening I frantically wrote and shared incidents of paranormal activity with my grief support group and in this website.   Strange feelings, sensations, and visions were happening that I could not explain, other than that 'Spirit' or 'Spirits' MUST be with me.  I never heard of this type of thing before (other than in science fiction books and movies)...but undeniably, spiritual events I could not explain away were happening to me at a rapid rate.  

I learned very quickly, as you will see in my story, that we are eternal spirits (that means not dead after we leave this earthly body). As I was moving along in this strange new world of Spirit I found myself uplifted, full of faith and life - ready to understand what my purpose could be during my time here. Why did Trevor die? Was just one question I had.

Hello From Heaven!

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience – Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

Three months after Trevor died I was in bed in the wee hours of the morning when I felt the impression of someone sitting down at the bottom of my bed. I jumped up and looked but saw nothing. I have never been exposed to ghosts or spirits and never really gave it a thought but this instance gave me a moment of pause. Then I went back to sleep.

The very next morning the same thing happened. Something or someone WAS sitting on the bottom of my bed! I jumped up and intuitively knew it was the energy of Trevor. I called out his name and felt the bed go back up as if he left. I was shaking so hard I couldn’t wait to tell my grieving parents group of my strange experience. I learned I was not alone. About 10 percent of my support group also had experiences of their loved ones coming back in one form or another. The message they felt aware of from their child was always the same, “I am okay.”

One gal in my group suggested I purchase the book, Hello From Heaven, by Bill Guggenheim and Judy Guggenheim. This paperback was a detailed study of over 2000 people who claimed to have had afterlife experiences where they saw, heard, or felt their loved ones – after they died! What amazed me by the time I bought and read this book is that I shared almost all of the same identical experiences as the people in the study. The most common types of afterlife communication are sitting on the bed sensations and electrical nuisances in addition to other signs.

My most common experience was the electricity within our home suddenly acting up. In my depression after returning home from the hospital I did a lot of reading in my bed; beside me was my lamp which constantly flickered on and off to the point of total annoyance. I had Gary check out the wires and light bulb, which he changed. However, the same flickering occurred over and over again. One night I was so agitated by the off and on light I changed rooms to read. The lamp beside the guest room bed began flickering off and on! At that point I knew it was Trevor playing games with me. I couldn’t ignore my new reality anymore.

Trevor’s wife, Ximi, told me her alarm systems at home were constantly going off for no explainable reason. She walked into her bedroom one night and her room became illuminated with a pale blue light and she felt a sensation of complete and pure love. This sign lasted for over five minutes!

In a later chapter I will talk about my visit to Guatemala in 2004 to visit Trevor’s wife, Ximi. For the purpose of this chapter I will tell of my many, many experiences in her home. One night I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt beyond a doubt someone tucking in the blankets all around my bed. I thought it might be Ximi’s maid (she comes from a wealthy home and so it didn’t seem too far-fetched that a maid would tuck me in. I guess.) Anyway, I sat up and saw no one! No one was tucking me in yet I will swear that is what happened as I was about to go to sleep.

More mysterious events continued to occur. Ximi and I were watching some DVD’s on her computer in her bedroom when suddenly the television turned on by itself! The remote was far away from both of us and so it could not have been either of us sitting on it to make the t.v. turn on. Ximi and I stared at each other for a moment when the air conditioner made a noise and turned off! (It turned right back on minutes later).

I do not have enough space in this chapter to go on but needless to say when I was with Trevor’s wife at her home we were bombarded with signs from whom we knew to be Trevor.

Meanwhile back at home I continued to experience supernatural events. My telephone would ring and I could hear white noise and a faint male voice but nothing else! One night I was tucking in my granddaughter who was staying with us (she was 2 ½ at the time) and she asked who the man in the mirror was. I looked behind me where my dresser and mirror were and saw nothing. But *Amanda (named changed in book this was copied from) saw something that made her ask me about it! Amanda received a lot of subtle messages, especially feathers. She would bring me feathers everyday that she found outside. I never saw one feather in all the years we lived there and was shocked at the numbers she was bringing in. One day we were visiting my aunt and all of us were sitting out on her patio and Amanda was standing nearby. For no particular reason I looked over at her and saw, like in slow motion, a feather drifting down in a semi-circular fashion and land right on her head! All of us at the table witnessed this and thought it was a very strange event, the way it floated down. That was the last feather Amanda ever brought to me.

My best friend, Rhonda, told me that her husband’s mother was coming to visit from England. It turns out she was a popular medium in Britian and Canada! She asked me if I wanted a reading from her and since I already had some afterlife experiences I agreed. Rhonda was sceptical of the whole thing and said she would tell her mother-in-law nothing about Trevor (except that I had a son who was in a car accident) so that she could see for herself if there was anything to what I was experiencing; the afterlife.

I met Barbara at Rhonda’s home. She had asked me to bring an item owned by any deceased person I wished to get a reading from. I brought Trevor’s favourite hat and a doily my grandmother crocheted for me years before she died.

I was not very open to having a person who did not know my son or grandmother give me a psychic / medium reading because I was still uncertain of my own encounters. In addition, I tried one of those online mediums and she was so far off base with everything it really turned me off of mediums.

I gave Barbara my items and sat beside her on Rhonda’s sofa. Barbara said there was an elderly lady with her. She was telling Barbara that my son was with her and was doing fine. She said a young man peered over the older lady and had a wide grin on his face (Trevor was always smiling). He was asking me something about a vacuum cleaner. I just about fell over on the floor when I heard that: just the day before I was vacuuming my stairs when I had a sudden frustrating moment and kicked the vacuum all the way down the stairs! No one knew about this incident and I began to listen to Barbara much more closely after she told me about that. She said a lady was in a car with him and he had an accident. Barbara paused for some time and then asked, “was there a fire?” As mentioned in an earlier chapter Trevor’s car did catch fire and he was very badly burned. She said it looks like it was a “posh” car (Trevor was driving his BMW). She said it was white with two long doors.

Barbara said Trevor was asking about a watch and a glove box. Again, earlier in this book I mentioned that Ximi retrieved Trevor’s watch from the glove box after the accident – there was no way for Barbara to know this either! She said Trevor was very concerned about the lady in the car. He was floating above and had no fear but was watching everything going on below him. He was attached to a silver string while hovering above. She said Trevor saw the medics put a neck brace on him and he wondered why. Trevor’s next comment concerned being at the hospital and overhearing a nurse asking the doctor if she should put a ‘wrap’ on him. I didn’t know what a wrap meant until I talked to friends later who said when someone is badly burned they put a burn wrap on the body.

The reading I received from Barbara was nothing short of shocking for me. She said many more accurate things about my son and grandmother but I’ll leave those observations for another book.

By this time I was use to getting many types of ‘signs and messages’ from Trevor and became a true believer that we are eternal and we can come back to our loved ones. I got a lot of flack from some of my Christian friends who said I was “playing with the devil” by encouraging this sort of activity. We are trained from our respective churches that once we are dead we head straight up to heaven or downward to hell. We certainly don’t hang around our ‘alive’ loved ones! I now believe this type of teaching is wrong and closes off our ability to really understand the universe and souls and how they function.

SYMBOLS

Another strange newness since Trevor died are symbols I am seeing over and over again. My symbols are usually the number 111, 1111, 1117, or 911 (911 happens to also be my birthday). I will see these numbers several times in one day. For no good reason I will glance at a digital clock and it will be 1:11, 11:00, 11:17, or 9:11. I will suddenly notice these numbers on a licence plate or outdoor sign as well.

One very eerie night I was in Florida visiting a friend who lost her 12 year old son, Justin, to an ATV accident. We had just returned from Pavo, Georgia where many of us from our online support group met up for a retreat. I decided to extend my visit to the south-eastern part of North America. Lorna lived in Orlando and we arrived very late. I went to sleep on Lorna’s sofa for the night. At precisely 1:11 am I woke up and my eyes diverted directly to a digital clock (I did not know where her clocks were but as soon as my eyes opened they were looking at the 1:11 on her clock). I watched in wonder for a few moments when I suddenly heard chimes coming from her back yard. It sounded like someone had an instrument and was banging on these chimes so loud, as if to get someone’s attention. BANG, BANG, BANG...the noise would not stop. It was far louder than the usual twinkle of chimes, even in a storm and there wasn’t even a slight wind that night. I decided to take a peek out her back door and looked into the complete blackness and saw nothing. I stared hard in the direction of what I assumed to be the tree with chimes on it; freakishly, in my minds eye, I saw a young boy banging the chimes with great strength. I was so spooked I ran back inside and locked the door behind me.

The next morning I asked Lorna if she had a tree with chimes on it, and didn’t she hear the banging going on the night before? She hadn’t. I could have been pushed over with a feather when she said she had over 50 orange trees out back and every single one of them had chimes on them! No, no NO! It was one tree and one set of chimes that I heard and saw in my minds eye. If one set of chimes could make such a racket then all of them should have been hammering!

To this day I see my symbols. Sometimes I will see the 1:11 and 11:11 morning and night for an entire week. Something spiritual is going on because these sightings of the exact same numbers are a complete scientific impossibly in my opinion.

WHAT ARE ORBS?

Scroll on back to the beginning of this page:  The photo shows myself at the computer, on Trevor's birthday.  In this photo, you can clearly see two Orbs around my shoulder area.  These guys tend to follow me around.

'Google' the term Orb and you may find the same essential definition as what I am going to share. It took me a long time to understand what an Orb is, or why they appeared in photos from time to time without rhyme or reason. As the months and years and continued, and as I interpreted the many types of 'Afterlife' terms, I now believe I have a good handle on describing what an Orb is.

MY FIRST ORB EXPERIENCE ONLY ADDED TO MY NEW 'KNOWING'

I was at a grieving parents retreat in Chilliwack, British Columbia when a woman (who also lost her son in an accident) came out and said that the photo's taken that night are now loaded on the computer, and, she said I should come in because I may want to identify one of the orbs.  Huh?  Not knowing what she was talking about I decided to follow her and others into the house.  There, on Shari's computer, I saw numerous photo's of the garden outside - and each picture revealed a party of Orbs (round translucent balls of varying sizes and colours).


Shari's garden is special.  This woman, amazingly, lost three of her precious children at different times to accident, murder, and suicide.  One of Shari's ways to cope was to build a "Garden of Tears" at her home in Chilliwack, where people who have lost close relatives can come, share, put memorials up, and gather for retreats.  The home is situated next to a river, and Shari proudly grows many flowers and plants, angelic figurines, etc. in her special yard garden.  

When I looked at the photos of Shari's garden my mouth dropped open in awe. In every single picture, taken by different cameras by different people, I saw a mass of Orbs (balls) that seemed to have faces in them! Since this was the first time I heard of an Orb I was very skeptical, and a little put off that the girls would have me look inside some of these balls (by zooming in) to see if I can see Trevor's face! How absurd!!!

I was wrong. I now completely believe and understand that what I witnessed (and continue to see) are Spirit Orbs. In my research (and finding the occasional Orb or Orbs in my own photos), I now believe that as spirits we are free to roam earth - and often (but not always) have a protective bubble surrounding our new being. Some continue to house a visible face of what they looked like before their earthly-death. I read a book not long ago that also confirms my new knowledge: this book was about a man who had a near death experience, and as he felt himself floating toward the ceiling he had the distinct feeling he was in a bubble.

WHEN ORBS CAME ALIVE FOR ME

Until recently I always saw Orbs as 'still' figures. This is because I was viewing them in 'still' shots, I soon learned. A friend of mine sent me a video that was set up in a friend of hers home by paranormal investigators. That house was experiencing a lot of so-called 'haunted' activity and the owners wanted to capture the goings on with a video shot. They got what they asked for: Clearly, and without question, as the camera was focused in the laundry and kitchen, I saw the motion detectors go off, and two Orbs speedily dashed around the rooms! A voice was audible that sounded like, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." It was the voice of a child - boy or girl could not be determined.

Friends who knew I was still researching the Afterlife sent me photos to ask if I thought they were Orbs, and I am grateful to have many on file. Orbs come in many sizes and colours, but are always the same shape: round. The most common ones are clear-white, some are pale pink, green, or blue, and a few (very few) are brilliant purple or blue. It does not matter what camera is used, film, digital, video, etc. and two or more people often capture the same Orb(s).

If you like, take a look at the photo taken at my granddaughter's barn.  This barn is full of Orbs, all of the time - it does not matter when or who takes the photo.  At first I thought Trevor came with a bunch of his spirit friends to celebrate Kaitlyn's first horse show: Now I just wonder about the history of the farm land and what the hell went on there to cause so many to remain behind.

Do Spirits Always Come in an Orb, or Bubble?

My short answer is no.  As illustrated earlier, I have seen Spirits in a few common forms.  The first time was when I thought my husband had come upstairs to check on me - and turn around and go back down the stairs.  I went downstairs to ask my husband why he would do that, come all the way up, turn around and go back down...he didn't.  He had not left the sofa. Well, I know what I saw and I saw a spirit in almost completely human form.  It was not Trevor's full body, in reflection, but I know the top of a body when I see one, especially when it is staring at me in my doorway.. 


Another experience with a Spirit was when I was staying with a friend in Nakusp, British Columbia.  I couldn't sleep so got up to watch some television which was on the left of my view.   Suddenly, I had the strangest sensation that someone was standing beside me, to my right.  I slowly looked over (with the hair standing at the back of my neck) and three feet above ground was a 6 foot mass of what looks like cloud.  It looked like an unrecognizable bodily form - dissipating in white mist. 

Conclusion about Orbs and Other Spirit Visit Visuals

I have grown to know in my experiences and research that spirits visit us in many shapes: Orbs (in a bubble), human form, or in Spirit mass.   As a person who has bought and sold many homes over the years, I will not even look at a home I am considering purchasing when I see Orbs in the listing photos.  To me, those homes have unfinished business hanging around that has nothing to do with me. 

 I have enough of my own dead relatives and spirits to manage, thank you!