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Thank you for opening the Soul
Kisses Newsletter. Today, March 29, is my dad's
birthday. Had he chosen to stay here in the
physical world, he would have been 71, however
as most of you know, he transitioned home last
year. This issue is shared with all of you in
his honor.
The article below is rather
lengthy, I hope you have the time to read it in
the spirit it was written...
Where Do Dead People Go?
They ride through the universe on a
red and silver chrome Harley - no
helmet, with a black dog and a skunk
as travel mates, eating all the
Kentucky Fried Chicken they want…
Roaring in to check on loved ones,
exciting the physical world puppy
and leaving a trail of peace and
well being that only hugs and love
from spirit can do…
At least this is what my dad is
doing…
The expiration of the physical body
is not the end… it’s a continuation
of the beginning - a continuation of
the spiritual growth of the spirit.
It is a change in the blink of an
eye from physically breathing in the
human body to experiencing complete
freedom of movement, of knowing, of
understanding… of love… as spirit.
As humanoids, living on the physical
planet of earth, we learn to fear
death. What is it? What happens? Is
death all there is or does the
spirit continue to live? In not
knowing, fear is experienced – fear
of the unknown.
When the physical body ceases to
breathe and the heart stops, the
etheric cord is severed and the
spirit leaves the body for the final
time. The soul/spirit is met by
angels, spirit guides and previously
deceased loved ones to help them
transition home to the spirit world
of the angelic realm. No one is
alone. We say that we come into this
world alone and we leave it the same
way – alone. This simply isn’t true.
Because we can’t see the angels,
guides and loved ones who help the
spirit transition does not mean they
aren’t there.
As children of technology, we trust
that when we put our coffee in the
microwave, close the door, push a
few buttons and open the door when
we hear the beep, the coffee is
going to be hot. We push the numbers
on a cell phone, hold it to our ear,
listen for the signal of ringing and
expect someone to begin speaking.
Can we “see” these things? If we
traveled back to the 1700’s with our
microwave and cell phone how would
we be perceived?
Our transition home ignites a love
celebration of such a magnitude that
our mere human minds cannot
comprehend. If we think of the most
amazing love filled experience in
our human life, it doesn’t even come
close to the love of the angelic
realm – of God.
Fear can and does spoil events and
situations for us. To reach a place
of understanding and allowance will
alleviate fear and anxiety and give
us peace. In my dad’s case he had a
grip on death. Three days before he
was scheduled for open heart surgery
we had a phone chat (we lived a
thousand miles apart). It was Friday
morning, October 28, 2005. We
discussed things going on in his
life, his friends, my mom, my
brothers and his Harley. If the
weather was warm enough, he was
going to ride his Harley that
afternoon and Saturday and Sunday as
well. On Monday, he was scheduled to
check into the hospital for his
surgery and he wouldn’t be able to
ride the bike for a while, so he
needed to make good use of his time
between now and then. Daddy was 70.
As we chatted, we discussed my work
and I brought up communicating with
deceased loved ones and angels.
Daddy always listened, and would
some times comment that I always was
different… On this day, he told me
that anyone who would believe in
“Stargate” (a TV program) should be
able to get there – where I am in my
beliefs – but he just couldn’t quite
do it. I suggested perhaps he is
actually an alien – this cracked him
up… It was then that he shared with
me this spiritual encounter.
Twelve years before, he had a heart
attack and the doctors performed
angioplasty. While under anesthesia,
he said he found himself in a
hallway. In the hallway, were two
doors - one was the door of death
and one was the door of life. Behind
the door of death he was being
contacted by beings who told him
that if he chose the door of death,
he would find things more wonderful
than he could imagine. He told me he
didn’t feel afraid, that it was
quite comforting and peaceful. The
beings on the other side of the door
of death were quite insistent that
he would be very happy should he
choose to come through their door…
He chose the door of life. Because
of this experience, Daddy told me he
wasn’t afraid of death.
I knew then that if Daddy found out
they have Harley’s in heaven, he’d
be out of here…
I sent out emails to my spiritual
friends asking them to keep my dad
in their prayers during his surgery
and recovery. One of them shared
with me that open heart surgery
statistics are exceptional – only 2%
of patients don’t make it. All my
spiritual friends felt my dad was
going to be “fine.”
October 31, 2005 started out like
any other Monday…
About eleven o’clock my time I
called my mom. She and my brother
had just been told that everything
was going great in the surgery so
they were getting some lunch.
A few hours later mom called. She
was panic stricken... there was
something wrong. The surgery was
over, everything went well, but
daddy wasn’t responding. The doctors
were trying to save his life… She
would call me back.
I was a thousand miles away, what
could I do?
I called Adele.
(Adele is a metaphysical teacher who
has become my spiritual mentor. Our
relationship is proof that there are
no coincidences. Her guides told her
earlier in the year to contact me to
build her website – that I could
help her. I built her website and
she has helped me to part the veil -
to clear my communication with
Spirit – to identify more clearly
who I am and my divine life path by
looking within myself. Adele's
website:
www.angelicwiseones.com)
Adele answered the phone. I
explained to her what was happening.
She asked for my dad’s full name –
she was going to try to connect with
him. I waited patiently. With the
help of her guides, she made the
connection. She asked me if my dad
was in the military. I told her yes.
She said he was explaining to her
that the problem was a “cross over”
like when you’re in the military and
orders get “crossed over.” She
explained that there was cramping on
his left side, near the arm pit. She
assured me my dad wasn’t feeling
this. He kept telling her, he was
“Fine.”
Then she told me to hang up the
phone and meditate. Adele wanted me
to try to connect with my dad and
she would call me back. I hung up
the phone and sat there – my brain
flipped over... How was I going to
connect with my dad in surgery a
thousand miles away? This was no
time to be skeptical of my
abilities... I needed to act! I
began to meditate and immediately…
amazingly… I connected with my dad.
He was waiting for me. He had told
Adele to send me.
It was as if I was over the
operating room. I could see and feel
the sterility of the room, it wasn’t
gory or scary. My main focus was on
my dad’s spirit – not his body or
what the doctors were doing. My dad
was ecstatic to be free of his
physical body – he was FREE! But he
was annoyed that the doctors weren’t
seeing what the problem was – not
angry, but annoyed – my dad had this
way of being annoyed that was his
and his only. He explained to me of
the cross over that was the issue. A
few weeks before, he had added some
new lights to his Harley and the
wiring diagram was wrong. It took a
long time for him to get the “cross
over” of the wires straightened out.
He was using this example to explain
the “cross over” situation to me –
it was something I was familiar
with. Then I heard a flat line… I
was so hoping they were just working
on him…
These few minutes with my dad were
precious…
Adele called me back. I shared with
her what had happened. Adele asked
her guides if Daddy was going to
make it. She asked them in several
different ways to be clear. Then she
asked me if I knew he may not decide
to stay. I understood this. As she
examined the functionality of his
physical body, she discovered there
seemed to be some paralysis. I knew
then that if my dad couldn’t ride
his Harley, he would not opt to stay
in the physical world…
Just before it got dark, my mom
called. Daddy didn’t make it.
I already knew this in my heart to
be the reality of this day.
I called Adele back. Archangel
Michael and Archangel Raphael were
with my dad as he transitioned home.
When he asked them if he could ride
his Harley in the transition and
they said yes, his decision was
made! With Archangel Michael and
Archangel Raphael at his side, my
dad rode his Harley into the light
of God…
He was, indeed… better than Fine….
Being the spiritual person that I
am, I knew then and I know now that
my dad is in a much, much better
place. Being a humanoid, I feel the
physical loss of his earthly body
expiring. So, back here in the
physical world… shock set in.
It was Halloween – my dad has such a
sense of humor – he transitioned
home on Halloween. As it grew dark I
sat there at my desk in my office
crying and pondering and thinking
and rejoicing in the experience of
his transition. Imagine… to ride
into the light of God on a Harley
with Archangel Michael and Archangel
Raphael at your side… what an honor!
What an experience! The love I felt
was more awe inspiring than mortal
words can describe - there simply
are no earthly words… What a blessed
gift I had experienced with my dad
through Adele and her guides!
My significant other, Fred, had left
to run an errand and buy Halloween
candy for Trick or Treaters just
before my mom called to tell me
Daddy had crossed. My daughter was
Halloweening with a girlfriend and I
didn’t want to tell her until she
was home. Majik, my four month old
poodle puppy and I were alone in the
house.
Majik was so sweet. He sat with me
as I digested all that had happened.
As the sun disappeared behind the
mountains, darkness began to creep
down the hallway toward my office.
The invasion of the retiring day was
halted by the light over my desk.
Without warning Majik jumped up and
marched to the door. As he stood
there in the open doorway, peering
into the darkened hallway… he
growled. He was now Protector Dog
showing his full intent of
protecting me by growling for the
first time in his young life.
I knew my dad was here.
I went into the hallway with Majik
and whispered reverently… quietly…
“Daddy?” It sounded so loud in the
dark house. I wanted desperately to
see him standing there in the
hallway, yet I was afraid if I did -
it would freak me out… I sat down in
the floor with Majik, in the dark,
and waited for Fred to come home…
Somehow we all got through the
evening. Fred and Majik gave out
Halloween candy and I watched. Majik
really enjoyed the children – we all
did. It came time to pick up Jesse
and I did. It was so hard to tell
her Daddy had transitioned home. The
evening was surreal…
When tragedies/trauma affect our
lives we find release and relief in
sleep. For a short time our bodies
rest and our minds release the pain
for the tranquility of slumber. Upon
waking in the middle of the night,
it takes a moment or two for the
sadness of reality to come back to
us. In those few moments, those
fleeting seconds… all is well. Then
the remembrance of our pain fills
our mind and floods our body. I woke
during the night and this didn’t
happen. I remembered my dad had
crossed over, but I didn’t feel
those choking emotions of loss...
What was this???
Then I heard what woke me up. I was
hearing Barbara Mark reading to me
the Post Script from the Other Side
for the newest Angelspeake
newsletter. She had channeled with
Rosa Parks and Rosa had explained
how beautiful all the colors are on
the other side. Rosa’s words kept
repeating over and over in my head
about how incredibly beautiful the
colors are in heaven – over and over
and over... As if in a slow motion
movie, I heard Rosa’s words and was
able to see the most vivid,
beautiful, amazing colors. It was
then that I realized this was a
“direct message” from my dad – for
you see, Daddy had glaucoma and
hadn’t seen true colors for a very
long time. He had explained to me
that at one point everything was the
same color. Now he was “seeing”
everything and experiencing color!
He was so incredibly happy! I could
feel his elation, his joy. I was
grateful and went back to sleep.
The next morning when I woke, the
events of the previous day came
rushing back – as well as the visit
of color during the night. But
surprisingly, the pain I expected to
feel simply did not manifest. Was I
in denial? Shock? Or were my
spiritual beliefs protecting me? As
I dressed I clearly heard my dad say
in his charming, teasing way,
“you’ve put on weight!” I was
definitely shocked now. What a
personal comment, but so like him. I
responded, “Well, yeah, I’m 45…”
The days turned into weeks and the
weeks into months… There isn’t a day
that goes by that I don’t think
about him - many times because he
sends me a direct message. Daddy was
my hero spider killer, so in the
immediate days of his transition
many, many spiders came by to say
hi. Harley’s become present at the
most synchronistic of times… He
visits in dreams and meditations…
and sometimes… he just visits…
***In a phone call to Adele she said
I knew you were going to call – your
dad was here today riding around me
on his motorcycle. I asked her if
there are animals with him when she
sees him. She told me to wait…
“There’s definitely a dog…” Then she
started to laugh and asked, “Does he
have a monkey?” I laughed too and
told her to look closer… My dad had
a skunk (saved from certain death as
a tiny baby and raised with great
love) that sat on his shoulder as he
watched TV. Two beloved pets of
Daddy’s who crossed before him,
Snuggles the dog and Alvin the skunk
travel with him, reunited on the
other side - love never dies – even
with pets…
***Early one morning as I was
driving to Colorado Springs, I had
the thought, “I should call my dad.”
Duh… that hurt… The physical side of
me began to cry. I pulled off the
highway to get something to eat and
turned the John Denver CD down as
between sniffles, I gave my food
order. When I pulled away from the
window, I turned up the stereo… John
Denver was singing… “Lady, are you
crying? Do the tears belong to me?
Do you think our time together… is
all gone?....” In my minds eye I saw
my dad and John Denver slapping each
other on the back and doing that man
bonding hand shake hug – very happy
with themselves at sending me such a
VIVID indisputable message! I had to
laugh…
***My dryer was taking way too long
to dry my clothes so I went in
search of the manual to find the
model number for the heating
element. As I searched through my
archives of manuals going back as
far as 1978, I found a file titled:
Letters. I remembered I have letters
from my dad! With great excitement I
pulled out the file and opened it.
The letter on top was indeed from
him, post marked August 12, 1998. In
reverence I slowly pulled out the
neatly creased paper and unfolded
it. The words written so many years
before were so much more powerful
today… “Just a line to let you know
I’m still here…”
Continued connection with loved ones
who have crossed over is possible.
They will do all that they can to
let us know that they are ok and
that they are still with us. It is
up to us to have the eyes, ears and
knowing to understand, accept and
validate the connection.
It is up to us to cast aside the
conditioning of the physical world
and allow ourselves to have the
wisdom of spirit.
Peace, comfort and love is found in
spiritual wisdom…
The more we acknowledge their
presence, the more they will do to
let us know they are around. Accept,
acknowledge and allow love to live…
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I struggled with sharing this
with others, but the angels pointed out to me
that all things happen for a reason and the
experiences with my dad's transition will give
peace and comfort to others, my dad agreed.
Happy Birthday, Daddy...
In love and light,
Kate |
