Is My Loved One, Ok?

With the year coming to a close and the holidays approaching, I thought it was a good time to speak about what happens after we die. Through the many readings I've done a question comes up a lot and that question, "Is my loved one ok?"

What happens when we die? Well, I guess we won't actually have the answer to that until we take our last breath. There are many books and thoughts on this subject. Those who have had near death experiences have had a small taste of the other side. But until we actually leave this human experience, we don't have the exact answers.

I will share with you my thoughts, the impressions I have received from speaking to spirit. I would first like to share some confusion I dealt with several years ago. The Bible says that our last breath here is our first breath there. But it also says that when the rapture happens the dead in Christ will rise first. This confused me. If I have already passed, have I not already risen? Am I not in the presence of God? This baffled me until I received a better understanding through speaking with Spirit. It makes sense in my head so hopefully I can explain it to you. When the body dies the soul goes to rest and your spirit moves on. When the rapture happens, the soul connects to the spirt and rises. I believed there are different layers (floors) of Heaven (of consciousness) and as the Spirit (energy) completes their tasks the Spirit advances higher and higher. Till one day it meets with the soul to complete its final task. I do believe that the Spirit is in the presence of God but until that final day when the soul and the Spirit connect are we in the highest presence of our Lord and Savior.

Let's get back to the most asked question. Is our loved one, ok? I feel as if we ask this because, let's face it, we are not ok. We have a lot of unanswered questions. How do I go on without them? Did I do enough? Did I say everything that they needed to know? And if your relationship was not great, are they upset with me? Can they forgive me? Maybe they passed and you did not get a chance to say goodbye. Do they know I love and miss them? Were they in pain? Why did they die alone? Let me just clear up the last question. No one dies alone. There are teams of angels and other family members in spirit with them during their transition. Some of you stayed by their side day and night, left for a minute to get a cup of coffee or take a phone call and when you returned, they were gone. I want you to know, you were not supposed to be there if this happened to you. They did not want that to be your last memory of them. Some of us want our families around us when we pass, others do not. It is not meant to be something that was taken from you. It was meant to protect you from that last impression of them. 

Their soul knows when the end is coming, and it is preparing them to transition. As difficult as it may be, allow them to express their feelings, record their voice or take a picture of you holding their hand. If you are given a chance before they pass, allow them to speak about what they are experiencing. In the event that this is not the case, your loved one knows that you did everything possible to honor them. They see and feel your love emanating from you in the things you do for them. 

We sometimes fear death, because it is the unknown. We fear leaving behind friends and family, not completing things. We may wonder if it is painful. I mean, what does death feel like? My thought process, a feeling of floating. Imagine carrying something heavy for a long time. When you put it down your arms feel light and like they are floating upwards. We've all done the experiment when we were kids, you stand in a doorway and push your arms as hard as you can on the doorway for a minute. Then when you move out of the doorway your arms magically float upwards. This is what I believe death feels like. Leaving behind the heaviness of the world, of a diseased body and feel like you are lighter than air. If you question the amount of pain they may have been in, I want you to think about the labor process. Labor can last hours but the end result is the birth of a child. If it were too painful to bare there would be a lot of only children out there. But the birth of this new life outweighs the pain.  If death is painful, at the end of the pain is rebirth. The pain is not remembered only the rebirth of what is in front of you now.

Once they pass, I do feel as though their Spirit stays around for a little while. They are transitioning and so are you. I absolutely believe that they attend their funeral and hear and see everything and they feel your love around them. You may sense them around you or see a sign. After a while you may not feel them as much, but they are not far. Believe it or not, they have things to do. Tasks to complete. But when you need them, they will be there. Talk to them, they are only a whisper away. Do things to honor them. Ask them to show you a sign and they will send you what you need when you need it.

When trying to wrap your head around what just happened, I want you to imagine standing in a warm glowing light. The air is sweet with your favorite scent. You feel the best you've ever felt. There is an over abundant feeling of love an acceptance so much that you tingle. The things around you are beautiful and perfect. You are surrounded by those who love you.  No human feelings of worry, anger, pain, illness. Just the purest love and grace flowing over and through you. Having a life review of all the thing you did right and seeing the lessons of you did wrong. All the questions answered because you are home.  This is how I interpret transitioning from this life to the next to be. It's not the end, it is what our journey on this earth represents.

Echo Bodine wrote a book called "What Happens When We Die?" It is a great read and helps to put some things into perspective but again, until it is our turn, we can only imagine.

In saying all of this, make sure you are ok because that is what they would want. Talk to them, ask for signs then thank them for the signs, tell stories about them and keep their traditions alive. And have faith in knowing that you will see them again one day.

Here is a poem I wrote that is in the book, "My Head Knows...But My Heart Still Hurts"

We'll Meet on the Mountain

You taught me to love

how to care and forgive

I look at your picture

to memories relived

I learned from your death

not to take life for granted

I've blossomed and grown

from the seeds that you planted

What you left in my heart

will never die

though you're not longer with me

This isn't goodbye

We'll meet on that mountain

beneath the moonlight

I know you'll be waiting

for my angel flight

Blessings

Stacey