Showing posts with label spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirit. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 January 2023

Afterlife: The Complete Guide to Life After Death

My vary first book I bought myself after my son died in 2021. 
Good starter book for understanding the afterlife. 
Get your own copy here on Amazon 




My Angel Tarot Cards

My first reading with my new Angel tarot cards. It’s a 78 card deck & guidebook.

Graphics are beautiful to look @! Glad I chose this as my first deck of cards. 

Click here to get your own Angel tarot cards .



Monday, 10 October 2022

Nightmare

The night before the ice storm I had a nightmare that there was girls trying to hang me from the shower rod in our apartment bathroom.
That nightmare woke me up & in front of my tv stand I thought it was my son who was 8 years old at the time dressed in his hockey gear but the face was just black. There was no face just black space where the face should be. When I realized it wasn’t my son I tried to wake my husband up & it faded away before I could wake up the husband.
The next day the husband wanted to go with his friend to buy me a second hand computer & I didn’t want him to go because I was too scared after seeing that I didn’t want to be home alone.
Shortly after he left I heard sirens & had a bad feeling. He had been in a accident & his arm broke in 7 spots & had to be taken to hospital & have surgery.

Saturday, 17 September 2022

Glass door of clock was open



Lately, I’ve been reading books about spirit communication, and one technique kept coming up: say the person’s name 3 times, then ask your question 3 times.


I first tried it with my son’s name… nothing happened.


Then I tried it again — this time with my mother-in-law’s name. I was lying on the couch, my grandson sitting nearby facing the kitchen. I got up to use the bathroom, and when I returned, something stopped me in my tracks.


The glass door of the old wall clock — the one hanging directly above where we’d been sitting — was wide open.


This isn’t just any clock. It belonged to my mother-in-law.


I asked my 3-year-old grandson if he’d opened it. He just looked at me blankly. I asked him to try closing it, and his little fingers barely brushed the door. “Too high,” he said.


A shiver ran through me. If it wasn’t him… maybe it was her.

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