Going to quote a very recent post that people apparently didn't like very much ;) oh well, concerning how I've learned for my own self that the afterlife is real, and expand on that with another random anecdote.
Flashback to July, 2019. When I learned at about 2:30 in the afternoon on a Monday, in the middle of my work day, that my "mother" had passed away. O.o
Was sitting at the front desk of the high end digital marketing agency that I worked at as a Front Desk Coordinator, dressed to my usual nines, in a lobby that looked like it was part of an art museum due to its style and artistic decor. Cold, but very chic and stylish. Very Boca Raton. 44 years old, but looked early 30s, with the high end expensive blonde salon dye job from my favorite Japanese master colorist; either some Ralph Lauren or Calvin Klein get up, purchased from Macy's; the Coach leather handbag that retailed somewhere between $400-$600 (but was purchased discounted ;) ) high heels, the whole nine yards, at this high end gig, making bank. And everything calm and peaceful. The afternoon outside hot and sunny and blue skied, full of Florida palm trees and expensive Boca Raton landscaping. Sitting there, enveloped in posh, feeling relaxed.
Suddenly my phone went "DING!" next to me. A notification popped up. I glanced down, seeing the words "your mothers passing" looking back at me.
I hadn't seen her since August of 1998, but the words slammed into me like a gut punch. Not because she mattered to me, but because my "biological relations" had been cut out of my life for so long - I'm talking decades, leaving me effectively as an "orphaned foster child almost entirely alone on an island" in this reality - that it was just shocking to have such a foreign world slam into my current world. My brain had a hard time wrapping itself around both what the words were saying, as well as the convergence of worlds.
Another part of the "!!!!" slam punch to my system was because in that moment I believed I hadn't had a single intuitive indication whatsoever that this had happened. THAT'S how disconnected I was from the deranged demon creature. I'm EXTREMELY intuitive (that's very INFJ right there.......massive desire for a lot of materialistic high end lux whatever you want to call it, due to the suppressed "S"/Sensing that got forcibly re-routed into "F"/Feeling, while simultaneously extremely psychic on all fronts) but later realized.....nope, not true. There were indicators. But in that moment it was a truly unexpected "WTF???" shock, with zero foreshadowing. (Continued in the comments
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Flashback to July, 2019. When I learned at about 2:30 in the afternoon on a Monday, in the middle of my work day, that my "mother" had passed away. O.o
Was sitting at the front desk of the high end digital marketing agency that I worked at as a Front Desk Coordinator, dressed to my usual nines, in a lobby that looked like it was part of an art museum due to its style and artistic decor. Cold, but very chic and stylish. Very Boca Raton. 44 years old, but looked early 30s, with the high end expensive blonde salon dye job from my favorite Japanese master colorist; either some Ralph Lauren or Calvin Klein get up, purchased from Macy's; the Coach leather handbag that retailed somewhere between $400-$600 (but was purchased discounted ;) ) high heels, the whole nine yards, at this high end gig, making bank. And everything calm and peaceful. The afternoon outside hot and sunny and blue skied, full of Florida palm trees and expensive Boca Raton landscaping. Sitting there, enveloped in posh, feeling relaxed.
Suddenly my phone went "DING!" next to me. A notification popped up. I glanced down, seeing the words "your mothers passing" looking back at me.
I hadn't seen her since August of 1998, but the words slammed into me like a gut punch. Not because she mattered to me, but because my "biological relations" had been cut out of my life for so long - I'm talking decades, leaving me effectively as an "orphaned foster child almost entirely alone on an island" in this reality - that it was just shocking to have such a foreign world slam into my current world. My brain had a hard time wrapping itself around both what the words were saying, as well as the convergence of worlds.
Another part of the "!!!!" slam punch to my system was because in that moment I believed I hadn't had a single intuitive indication whatsoever that this had happened. THAT'S how disconnected I was from the deranged demon creature. I'm EXTREMELY intuitive (that's very INFJ right there.......massive desire for a lot of materialistic high end lux whatever you want to call it, due to the suppressed "S"/Sensing that got forcibly re-routed into "F"/Feeling, while simultaneously extremely psychic on all fronts) but later realized.....nope, not true. There were indicators. But in that moment it was a truly unexpected "WTF???" shock, with zero foreshadowing. (Continued in the comments
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So, how did I learn the afterlife was real, and which carried me through my Skeptic Atheist phase?
November 9, 1993. That's when the first evidence happened.
November 9th is my birthday. But that was 1974. 1993 was the night my Grandmother died, 3,000 miles away, in New York, when I was turning 19 in SoCal. I hadn't seen her since the summer of 1991, in Midway City (Orange County) California, where she had been living. When my parents divorced and my "mom" moved my brother Joe and I to SoCal during the summer of '91 we moved in with my Grandma, who was living in Midway City. It was only a couple of streets over from her brother/my great uncle Buddy, on Riata Street, and his wife Irene.
On 11/9/93 I was worked my evening hostessing shift at the then-Reuben's Steakhouse in Laguna Hills, CA. As usual a customer had a birthday. So all available servers, hostesses, busboys, etc. were rounded up to sing Happy Birthday.
As I stood there, in front of the booth with the elderly female birthday recipient, singing the Reuben's Happy Birthday song, and clapping along with the other other employees, I watched as the woman's face morphed.
Suddenly I was looking at my Grandmother. I literally watched as one old lady's face morphed into my Grandma's. Taken aback I stopped clapping, in mid-clap, just staring back in disbelief.
Today was my own birthday. I had just turned 19. Nobody knew though, as I was already out of the house, living on my own. Years of very vicious verbal/emotional/physical abuse and neglect had trained me to keep quiet about anything to do with me. I didn't matter. I was an extremely hated/neglected/physically abused piece of shit as far as my "mom" was concerned, who never should have existed, and whose life my "mother" said she would undo, if given half the chance. So it wasn't in my way to "be about my own self."
But I watched as this stranger whom I sang happy birthday to, on my own birthday, morphed into Grandma, right before my eyes, shocking me. When the song was over I watched as my Grandma's face left this woman's face, and she was back to looking like her real self. Another elderly woman, yes. But not my Grandma. She looked confused/disoriented for a few seconds, trying to "come to" from whatever had just happened. Then forced a smile, going along with her family.
A few days later I would learn that Grandma had died. I was living on my own. After I learned this I hung up the phone and prepared to settle in for a cry. Except.......I immediately heard from my Grandma.
It's everything that medium Matt Fraser says it is when contacted by the dead. Instant telepathic communication, and feeling/knowing the physical sensations they want to convey. It's not long, strung out "verbal communication sentences."
I was about to start crying, but I was interrupted unexpectedly by my Grandma. Conveying, No!! Don't cry!!.....followed by exactly why she was SO-FRICKING-HAPPY! to finally be dead
and out of that physical body. A feeling of LIGHT! BOUNCY! freedom. Flying all over the room. No more sickness! No more heavy physical body!! So light!!! So free!!!!
I looked around at the air above me, surprised, tears halted, hearing and feeling the message, loud and clear. "Okay" I agreed, nodding to myself. All crying ceased immediately. There was no way to feel sad anymore after feeling how "death" felt for her. It was NOT a sad thing, that's for sure. She was glad. How could I be sad if SHE wasn't sad??
The next year, '94, I finally had my own car, after a long struggle. And my first designated place to travel? The last place my Grandma had lived in Midway City. Before her and my mom had yet ANOTHER falling out, and my Grandma had secretly up and moved back East, unknown to us. Which is where she'd died. It bothered me that I'd never been able to visit her after she and my "mom" had fallen out, and my "mom" had moved Joe and I down to Mission Viejo. I was only 16, 17, 18, in 11th and 12th grades, with no car.
So I was going to "make things right" now that I was 19, with a car, making her former apartment my first designated place to visit. Of course I knew that my Grandma wasn't still there. She was full on DEAD. But it was going to somehow "make things right." I can't explain it.
After driving up there from Aliso Viejo one afternoon, where I rented a room in a condo, I finally sat on the curb outside my Grandma's former quad-plex apartment buliding on Park Lane, where we had lived with her for 3 weeks in '91.
(Continued in attached comment.....)
So, how did I learn the afterlife was real, and which carried me through my Skeptic Atheist phase?
November 9, 1993. That's when the first evidence happened.
November 9th is my birthday. But that was 1974. 1993 was the night my Grandmother died, 3,000 miles away, in New York, when I was turning 19 in SoCal. I hadn't seen her since the summer of 1991, in Midway City (Orange County) California, where she had been living. When my parents divorced and my "mom" moved my brother Joe and I to SoCal during the summer of '91 we moved in with my Grandma, who was living in Midway City. It was only a couple of streets over from her brother/my great uncle Buddy, on Riata Street, and his wife Irene.
On 11/9/93 I was worked my evening hostessing shift at the then-Reuben's Steakhouse in Laguna Hills, CA. As usual a customer had a birthday. So all available servers, hostesses, busboys, etc. were rounded up to sing Happy Birthday.
As I stood there, in front of the booth with the elderly female birthday recipient, singing the Reuben's Happy Birthday song, and clapping along with the other other employees, I watched as the woman's face morphed.
Suddenly I was looking at my Grandmother. I literally watched as one old lady's face morphed into my Grandma's. Taken aback I stopped clapping, in mid-clap, just staring back in disbelief.
Today was my own birthday. I had just turned 19. Nobody knew though, as I was already out of the house, living on my own. Years of very vicious verbal/emotional/physical abuse and neglect had trained me to keep quiet about anything to do with me. I didn't matter. I was an extremely hated/neglected/physically abused piece of shit as far as my "mom" was concerned, who never should have existed, and whose life my "mother" said she would undo, if given half the chance. So it wasn't in my way to "be about my own self."
But I watched as this stranger whom I sang happy birthday to, on my own birthday, morphed into Grandma, right before my eyes, shocking me. When the song was over I watched as my Grandma's face left this woman's face, and she was back to looking like her real self. Another elderly woman, yes. But not my Grandma. She looked confused/disoriented for a few seconds, trying to "come to" from whatever had just happened. Then forced a smile, going along with her family.
A few days later I would learn that Grandma had died. I was living on my own. After I learned this I hung up the phone and prepared to settle in for a cry. Except.......I immediately heard from my Grandma.
It's everything that medium Matt Fraser says it is when contacted by the dead. Instant telepathic communication, and feeling/knowing the physical sensations they want to convey. It's not long, strung out "verbal communication sentences."
I was about to start crying, but I was interrupted unexpectedly by my Grandma. Conveying, No!! Don't cry!!.....followed by exactly why she was SO-FRICKING-HAPPY! to finally be dead
and out of that physical body. A feeling of LIGHT! BOUNCY! freedom. Flying all over the room. No more sickness! No more heavy physical body!! So light!!! So free!!!!I looked around at the air above me, surprised, tears halted, hearing and feeling the message, loud and clear. "Okay" I agreed, nodding to myself. All crying ceased immediately. There was no way to feel sad anymore after feeling how "death" felt for her. It was NOT a sad thing, that's for sure. She was glad. How could I be sad if SHE wasn't sad??
The next year, '94, I finally had my own car, after a long struggle. And my first designated place to travel? The last place my Grandma had lived in Midway City. Before her and my mom had yet ANOTHER falling out, and my Grandma had secretly up and moved back East, unknown to us. Which is where she'd died. It bothered me that I'd never been able to visit her after she and my "mom" had fallen out, and my "mom" had moved Joe and I down to Mission Viejo. I was only 16, 17, 18, in 11th and 12th grades, with no car.
So I was going to "make things right" now that I was 19, with a car, making her former apartment my first designated place to visit. Of course I knew that my Grandma wasn't still there. She was full on DEAD. But it was going to somehow "make things right." I can't explain it.
After driving up there from Aliso Viejo one afternoon, where I rented a room in a condo, I finally sat on the curb outside my Grandma's former quad-plex apartment buliding on Park Lane, where we had lived with her for 3 weeks in '91.
(Continued in attached comment.....
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