Episode 133: Love is All Around Us!!

On each episode, we'll discuss the reasons we now know that our loved ones have survived physical debt, and so will we. Welcome to Shades of the Afterlife. Do you ever feel like a hamster on one of those hamster wheels? You keep running, running, running, running, running, But what are we accomplishing. Doesn't it seem like there's a lot of doing and tough times. But where is all this pleasure?

Where is all this joy? Yes, I know we have some of that, but our day to day lives can feel like they're filled with pressure and next thing you know, the day's over and it starts again. Sometimes it takes taking a breath and recharging our batteries. Somehow I'm in the same boat. Life isn't always easy, and I thought

today we can do some story time. Just some time, get yourself a cup of tea, or if you're out for a walk, just listen, listen to some real people with their stories and see if it makes a difference with you, if it can give you just that little bit of a recharge to let you know that there's

a bigger picture going on here. I'm going to start out with a story by a woman who uploaded this to our friends at ians dot org, which is the International Association for Near Death Studies, and this is titled Suicidally depressed young woman has near death experience during minor surgery. This happened in nineteen ninety two when I was forty and living in California. I was in a clinical depression, just one of many I experienced every year so far.

Antidepressants hadn't helped, and I had tried them all. I tried eating better and exercising more. I read inspiring books on how to reclaim my life. Every year. I had a new theory of why this kept happening. I had a wonderful husband and my kids were my world. So what did I have to be depressed about. I didn't know yet about the symptoms of depression, chemical imbalances of the brain, or bipolar disorder, so I blamed myself for it all. I was so mentally exhausted and couldn't imagine

a future with more of the same. I was thinking about suicide all the time. At the same time, my doctor was watching a swollen lymph node in my neck. Finally, after a CT scan, he called me to schedule a biopsy, as he feared it could be a cancerous tumor. Ha. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I thought God was answering my prayers by letting me die with dignity instead of the suicide I was thinking of. So I went into surgery. After surgery, I heard the doctor say, wake up,

now everything went fine. The tumor was benign. She's not waking up, said the nurse, who kept tapping on my face. The anesthesiologist replied, I told you to leave her alone. She's paralyzed and won't be waking up anytime soon. We'll all be here for a long haul today. Get her down to ICU STAT. I listened to this conversation in an unconscious state and found it very interesting. I tried to move my arms and my legs, but I couldn't. By darn, he's right, I thought to myself. I am paralyzed.

I wasn't at all alarmed, but instead became wrapped in a cocoon of complete well being and peace. I heard thoughts, but not mine, spoken in my mind. Somehow You're going to be okay. It's just a matter of time. We'll keep you safe in here until you wake up. Then I entered a blacker beyond black pyramid like tunnel, much like an iron lung. The blackness brought me even more comfort. It seemed small but also large at the same time. Hours later I started to awaken. Gone was the peace

I felt, replaced by confusion and helplessness. Loud alarms were sounding, and people were moving all around me. Seemed like the whole room was filling with chaos, and I didn't want to be any part of it. I've since read noise is amplified after exiting a peaceful place during a near death experience, I wanted to go back to my comforting cocoon. My arms were tied down and an X ray was being taken to make sure my breathing tube was in place.

I couldn't breathe. I fought with all of my will to free my hands, cry out for help and gulp in air, but I couldn't. I was a deer frozen in the headlights of a blinding light that would not let it escape its imminent danger. I have never wanted to live in my life so much. The need to breathe seized me and created a frenzy of wild panic. Get her husband quick. Un nurse yelled. Suddenly his face was above me, saying, Denise, you had a reaction to

the anesthesia and it paralyzed your body. It doesn't feel like you can breathe, but the machines are doing it for you. Try not to fight it. You're going to be okay. Then I was cradled in an all encompassing love and peace. It permeated every pore and cell of my body. The love was the most exquisite emotion I have ever felt. I just rolled and basked in it.

There aren't words to express the complete well being I felt, the stark opposite of emotions from just a moment ago, Gone was the excruciating need to draw the next breath. I wasn't aware of having a body, only consciousness. I didn't question where this was coming from. I only knew I was having a heavenly experience. I never saw anyone, but I could feel at least two presences. I still had thoughts of my own and ones that weren't mine but were spoken into my brain. Somehow, there was a

distinct difference between these thoughts. Then I was filled with a saturated gratefulness for the love of my husband Ken and his care of me. Surprisingly, those emotions encompassed the family I grew up with but never felt very close to. I loved and belonged to them and felt lucky to have been part of their lives. I relished memories and knew that that was the family experience I was supposed to have for my youth. I felt a connection with every human being in the universe, as if a fine

silver thread was sewing us all together. An image of that appeared above me. I couldn't see how that many people could fit all around me, but they did and surrounded me in oneness. I felt how fragile we all are, how much our actions affect one another, and how important it was to try to be our best being on earth and having the experience of life was meant for me, and I belonged, truly belonged here. You are part of everyone and belong here on earth. All of your lives

are difficult and full of trials. You are struggling. It's important to live your life well so you don't create any hardships for others that will make their uphill climb any harder. You can never know what someone else has been through. Do not judge too quickly how easy you think other people's lives are. These words were spoken in my mind and with a gentle rebuke to slow down

my self centered thinking. Meanings of some of my difficult challenges were revealed to me and how they were helping me to live my life well and grow and learn and I did. I wanted with all of my heart to live and do well. Though I can no longer remember all they told me, I feel the revelations are placed somewhere in my soul, helping me. The love, peace,

and contentment just continued to glow. I wanted to feel this way forever and stay with them, but I knew I had been told and shown all there was for me to see and hear. Still, I tried as hard as I could to follow them in my mind wherever they were going. They didn't say anything, just gradually faded away. Their last thought to me was, you are a spirit having a human experience. Once again. I was aware of my discomfort in my body. Ken was wiping tears from

my face and trying to console me. I couldn't tell him the tears were from having the most sacred experience of my life that I wanted to last forever. I couldn't believe something this wondrous had happened to me. Later, I asked Ken if I had drifted off during the first time he was trying to encourage me to when he was trying to comfort me, to any account for time gaps in between. He said no, and wondered how

long did this encounter last. I don't know, but it felt like at least thirty minutes, But it must have been like a blink of an eye. That blink gave me more insights about the meaning of my life. I am more compassionate now and less prone to believe that I have the hardest challenges in life. I lost some of my fear around people, but still struggle to heal that part of my life. I used to have a paralyzing anxiety around the fear of death. I am no

longer afraid. I now believe our individual struggles are ours alone, but we don't always have to struggle alone. Regardless of our different challenges, we are one family of humanity and each life is important. My life didn't sail along in calm waters because I had that experience. Now, being diagnosed with bipolar has been the biggest challenge of my lifetime. But now I have this experience, I view as an intervention whenever I need it and whenever I need a

message of hope. Mental health is something to be taken very seriously. And when I did all the research on grief many years ago, I hadn't realized that we lose so many of these healthy neurotransmitters that run our beings, things like dopamine and serotonin, and they're responsible for us feeling good. And I don't know much about bipolar and some other things, but if you feel unstable in any way, it's always good to talk to someone. We humans think

that we can handle anything. And just a reminder at the bottom of the page. At my website, we Don't Die dot com, you can join my mailing list and you'll get a free copy of my book. Chapter ten is How to Survive Grief and it goes into much greater detail about the chemistry changes within us when we grieve. This episode is about stories that let you know you're not alone, whether it's family members, guides, or just beings in that unseen world letting you know that you are loved.

So let's go to the break and we will hear some stories, some signs and more. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM paranormal podcast network.

anniversary of her passing. My twin sister, Sue, just forty one years old, had died suddenly, leaving her children and her husband Bill. Just yesterday, while chatting with my friend I mentioned Sue's upcoming anniversary. Mary, who knew first hand the heartache of loss after the passing of her ten year old son John, offered me an idea for John's birthday. We write messages to him on balloons, and then we released them. I headed for the store and bought three

purple balloons, since purple was Sue's favorite color. Now Here I stood watching the balloons leave the little hands that held them so tightly privately before liftoff, I read many of the messages, I miss you, mommy, to my loving wife, all my love, we love you, Aunt Susie, and and when I added, using her nickname, I miss you twin pop. Filled with anticipation, we watched as the balloons were released. Immediately, they drifted down onto the driveway.

Slowly it began to creep out of its trap, bobbing along the prickly branches until it made its way to freedom. Go, Go go, the kids shouted. We let out a collective sigh as we watched the balloon finally edge its way around the trees, miraculously not popping. It then took off to catch up with the other two balloons and sailed out of sight. Thank you, I offered silently. I looked around at all the smiles, and I knew somewhere in heaven, Sue was smiling too. A week later, my youngest Caroline

was upstairs. She looked out her bedroom window and then called to me, Mommy, there is a purple balloon out back. Is it the one we sent Aunt Susy. I glanced out the kitchen window and spotted a purple balloon bouncing on the grass. I walked out the back door to take a closer look. As I approached, the balloon took off through my neighbor's yard, with me in my pajamas chasing after it. Finally, I grabbed the purple balloon. It looked identical to the ones we sent the messages. Hmm,

I thought, what a coincidence. I brought the balloon into our house. Caroline asked, Mommy, did Aunt Susie send you that balloon?

calls to nursing homes, agencies, and family. After one particular phone call ended with an abrupt no, tears filled my eyes. I was exhausted between with the loss of my twin sister and now the concern I felt for my mom. I was overwhelmed emotionally, physically and spiritually. Wiping away my tears, I grabbed my coat and called to my kids, I am going for a walk. It had started to snow. As I walked, the snowflakes mingled with my tears. I talked to my sister and I prayed to God, Please,

God help me sue. What am I going to do? I thought about the past two years and wondered how much more I could handle. Where would I get the strength to continue. As I turned the corner, I noticed the snow and wind beginning to pick up. But it was not all that I noticed. On my neighbor's front lawn, one purple balloon gently bobbed up and down in the snow. I couldn't believe it. My heart lifted the purple blo again. I knew the days ahead would be tough, but I

was encouraged knowing I was not handling this alone. On Christmas morning, my mom had a seizure and was admitted to the hospital. Ten days later, she was stabilized and scheduled for discharge. She was now blind in one eye and could no longer feed herself or walk. In addition, she was confused most of the time. Mom needed round the clockcare. The hospital found a temporary placement for her

fifteen miles away. After she was admitted, I gradually realized it was a terrible nursing home once I found her asleep with her face lying in a full plate of food. She often looked disheveled, unclean, and isolated. At first, I thought maybe they are just understaffed today, or perhaps the staff is still getting her into a routine. But soon it became clear that I had to get her out of that place. I was filled with guilt. I could not physically care for her myself. At this point, I

couldn't even lift her again. I begged God, please find her another place, Sue watch over her. Then I began my search for a new nursing home. On my birthday, I drove over to see my mom. I thought back to happier days and all the celebrations with Mom that Sue and I had shared on this special day. Turning into the parking lot, my joyful birthday memories were soon clouded with concern for Mom. Saddened, I entered her room. There underneath her shabby metal framed bed was a single

purple balloon. I was stunned. Mom, where did you get that purple balloon? I asked in astonishment, I don't know. She answered, someone gave it to me this morning. I smiled. A few weeks later, later at work, my boss asked, how are things with your mom not good? I responded, she is still on waiting lists for a better nursing home. My grandmother lived at Pembrooke for years. It was great. A coworker chimed in. I had never heard of Pembroke, but I made a call. Miraculously a room was available.

My mom was being transferred by ambulance. I planned to be there when she arrived. Driving up the pike, I was so nervous. Is this a nice place? God? I kept watch for the new nursing home, but it was very easy to spot. Tied to the post just across from the Pembrooke sign was one lone purple balloon. Oh, that story just gave me goose bumps. I'd like to read you another one. This one is by Wendy. She's its both of my parents in a tragic car accident when I was five. Fortunately, at that age a child

doesn't comprehend the finality of such an event. Many years later, at the age of twenty three, I was planning my wedding to Shelley. His name was actually Sheldon, a wonderful twenty eight year old who came from a complete, loving family, the type I envied. Shelley and I had purchased our first home with a spacious, beautifully landscaped patio and yard, perfect for an outdoor celebration. As the date grew closer, we took ownership of the home. We began to clean, arrange, trim,

and discard inside and out. However, neither of us had any expertise in landscaping. We only knew how to cut grass, so we learned pruning, trimming, and plant care. The day before our wedding we were putting the final touches on the yard. Flowers had been planted, the grass cut, and the hedges trimmed. We were so pleased with the neatness

of it all, but one plant perplexed us. A rose bush located just outside our front door, obviously carefully chosen for such a place of prominence, was completely barren of leaves or buds. It looked like it might be dead, but since neither of us could be sure, we reluctantly decided to keep it for the time being. That same evening, after the traditional rehearsal and subsequent dinner, I was too

excited to sleep. Instead, I needed some quiet time to reflect on the next day, I got up and retreated to the backyard and sat in the warm, clear, star filled night. It was there I realized the only thing missing from my wedding would be my parents. There had been no time to think of this up until now, and the thought filled me with sadness. After all, every girl dreams of having her father walk her down the

aisle and her mother there to comfort her nerves. Overcome with emotion and alone in the yard, I began speaking to my mom and dad, just as if I knew they were listening. I asked them for a sign, something I had never asked from them before, but now felt compelled to do so. Please give me a sign on my wedding day to let me know you're with me. The next day, Shelley's excited voice repeatedly called my name, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy.

I rushed to join him at the front door. I can't believe what I'm about to show you, he said. He stood aside the baron rosebud had two huge roses in full bloom. There is no doubt in my mind we were witnessing a miracle, a miracle of love. Have you ever witnessed a miracle? I'd love to hear and let me know if I can share with other listeners. You can email me Sandra Champlain at gmail dot com.

My dad always said, anticipate miracles. Let's do it. Let's go to the break and we'll hear some more stories. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM Paranormal podcast network.

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story is from Sally, and she calls it buckets of pennies. Betty, how can I go on? I said, pleading for an easy answer. Sally, just keep putting one foot in front of the other every day. It is not a destination, but a journey, she counseled me. My mind drifted back to that ugly day when this journey had begun. Paul, my husband of forty six years, had died suddenly at the age of sixty nine. I was set adrift in a sea of grief. My days were filled with sadness

and crying. I longed for his touch, his laugh, and his presence. My children had grown up and had families of their own. They were scattered in far off cities. I also missed the way we ran our household as a couple. Paul took care of all the outside and all of the maintenance, while I was inside the home taking care of it. I missed this stability in my life. Broken sprinklers, dying, dishwashers. Big purchases such as garage doors

and home repairs were so foreign to me. I was swimming as fast as I could to cope with not only my loss, but also my new duties as head of the house. Everything was upside down in my world, and my spiritual side was shaken too. How could a just and loving God take my sweet husband from me. We had known each other since high school. He was my rock. We were supposed to be together into old age and beyond. I wanted him back and longed for

him every single day. In desperation, I turned to an eighty year old friend and spiritually wise woman named Betty. I asked her if I could drop by for some tea and sympathy and words of wisdom. She had lost her grown daughter years before, so she under stood my grief. I was begging for some reassurance that Paul was still around me, just outside my realm and reach. Betty's words brought me back from my reverie. Sally, are you listening to me?

the strangest thing happened. I started to find pennies everywhere I went. There were pennies in the apple bin at my health food store, pennies under the clothes rack, at the boutique, pennies where I walked to the dog, pennies in the garden, pennies, pennies, pennies. I doubted they were from Paul. I mean, come on, really, everyone finds pennies. I called Betty. Betty, I keep finding pennies all over the place. It's so simple. But could it be a

sign from Paul? Of course, Betty replied, I find pennies from my daughter all the time. They are pennies from Heaven, letting you know your loved one is with you. I continued to doubt, but I guess Paul wanted to be sure I understood the message. You see, I am a cynic sometimes, so he delivered the message a loud and clear.

That following week, I stopped at my local pharmacy. I was in a hurry to get home because I was expecting a package to I stepped from my car, and I looked down to make sure that in my haste, I had parked between the lines. When I returned to my car no more than five minutes later, it looked like someone had emptied a piggy bank in front of my door. I stared in awe at the pile of pennies. I opened my car door and crumpled onto the seat, sobbing.

How could I have ever doubted that Paul wasn't nearby. I gathered all the pennies and went home to call Betty. Betty, it's true, Paul is with me. I just found a bucket of pennies in front of my car, I sputtered out excitedly. I know, Sally, she said, isn't it grand? The pennies keep coming, And I talked to Paul every day. Thanks, Honey, I know you're there as my special angel. I love you forever. I have an earthen wear jar that I

put my pennies from heaven in. Some day soon I will buy a tree to plant in Paul's garden to honor our love, and at the base will be a plaque in his memory. At the rate I'm going finding pennies, it won't be long now. This next story is from Tammy, our thirteen year old son, Nick, who had been battling cancer for several years, had a seizure on Thanksgiving Day of two thousand and eight. I feared that I would never hear his voice again as I sat on the

floor next to him, holding his hand. At the very same time, our neighbor, Sandra's elderly mother, Myrna, was nearly two hours away under the care of hospice. Sandra and her husband were spending Thanksgiving with her and did not know how sick Nick had become. They have not discussed his condition with Rna. Sandra's mom in over for six

months because Nick's illness upset her deeply. She had once lived in our town and had watched Nick grow from a cute little baby into a handsome, sweet, young teenager. Hospice workers had given Sandra a book to read that instructed family members to listen to every word their dying relatives spoke, because many times they were sharing deep and

meaningful messages. The book shared how it was not unusual for dying loved ones to have supernatural experiences in their last months as they visited with those who had gone home before them in audible conversations. In many ways, what they recounted was often a last gift for the family. Little did Sandra know that Myrna was leaving a last

gift for our family too. As Tim and I were facing terrifying moments within our home, Sandra was sitting at her mom's bedside over one hundred miles away, listening closely in case her mom said anything significant. miRNA would often speak of seeing her husband, and this always made Sandra smile. However, on the evening, Nick had had his seizure Sandra, who had no idea what was happening at our house, was not expecting to hear any words from her mom, as

she had become much, much worse. Imagine Sandra's surprise when her mom reached out after days of silence and grabbed her arm. miRNA looked straight into Sandra's eyes and said, tell Tammy not to be scared. I've got Nick. Nick passed away forty eight hours later. Sandra shared this story with me for the first time two months later, as we stood in the church sanctuary at her mom's visitation. She had been afraid to tell me the story when it happened because she did not want to upset me.

Hearing these words brought me incredible peace and even a sense of joy. As I reflected on the fear I had felt during those last days of Nick's life, I suddenly realized that while Nick seemed to be alone in his sleep, he was not Rna, and I am sure many others were right there with him. They were taking him home, cheering him on. I do not know what I would do today if it were not for all those supernatural words from Rna. I was allowed a message of hope and peace, even as she was dying, unaware

of our situation. Her words reaffirmed the closeness of heaven and continued to give me strength to face my past as well as my future. Here's one more short one. One day at church, as I sat in the pew listening to the pastor became increasingly difficult. I continued to push back scenes from that horrible day. It had only been a few weeks since the accident, and honestly I was exhausted. I tried to focus, but flashes from that

day kept pressing in. When Max, my husband of just two years, was killed in a car accident, I didn't understand why it happened, but thought God must be in control. I continued to listen as I held my ten month old sleeping daughter, Brianna, and prayed for peace from the terrible memories. As I sat praying, those memories were replaced by a nudging to open my Bible to the sixteenth chapter of the Book of Luke. I wasn't sure what I would find new in the Book of Luke, as

I had read it many times. Nevertheless, I decided there must be something that God wanted me to see, so I flipped through the pages to the Book of Luke. I cried and I laughed when in the right margin beside Luke sixteen in my husband's handwriting were the words I love you, Lisa Max. I'd like to leave you with this quote to think about during the break. This is written by Norman Vincent Peel, the great writer and clergyman.

He says, the late missus Thomas A. Edison told me that when her husband was dying, he whispered to his physician, it is very beautiful over there. Edison was a scientist with a factual cast of mind. He never reported anything as fact until he saw it work. He would have never reported it is very beautiful over there, unless, having said seen he knew it to be true. The hereafter is closer than you think, and so are your loved ones.

Let's take a break and we'll be back. You're listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM Paranormal podcast network.

speaks through him. This very question was just asked, and I think you'll enjoy the answer. I understand our loved ones who have transitioned are with us and can hear our thoughts. But there are some very personal thoughts I wish to keep private. Is there a way to maintain privacy from those around me?

is personal to oneself. That is the natural law. We do not see what your physical body may be doing at the time, because, my friend, if you allow me to extend upon this, our world walks within your world. We just choose not to tune in at that moment. If one has no garment on, we will not pay any attention. But remember, my friends, and we have lived

a life, and we have lived even further. And now, if I was to say this to you, you are listening to my thoughts that are being transmitted through the one we love. You owe me hear what we wish you to hear, even though there is more the conversations that we have with others of my peer that surround the link to maintain it. Understand this, my friends, we only wish to listen if there is the need for us to listen. Of course, my friend, you know I am very fond and close to the link, but I

choose to ignore him when he uses the profanities. It is something of his nature which I wish he would grow out of, but I must respect it is of his life, his decisions. And if you think the profanities are painful for ears, what he thinks is even more disturbing. But my friends, as I've said, I choose to change

my vibration along with many who surround each of you. Remember, my friends, if it is to keep a secret from a parent who has come to our side of life, the parent who only listen to what it needs to listen to, because, my friend, the vibration will change and they cannot tune in so easily. Sometimes in private moments, if we know it will serve a purpose in a

future days. For instance, if one is in the confinements of their room and they think of our world and question the validity and say, well, if you exist, what am I doing now, and then you go and sit with a sensitive the media arm. May day the other day you were sitting quietly, you asked a question, and this is the answer which will help convince you that our world is reality. But as I've said, in your world, you act how you wish to act, you think how

you wish to think. We respect there. Do not think you have to guard your thoughts and be holy. Just be you. There are times you know, if you allow me to extend at the time of birth, our world surround all of you to assist in the ceremony and welcome in the soul into the physical world. Even though that certain language is not appropriate, and certain thoughts are even more not so appropriate. We are there for the ceremony and we do not judge, as we have no

right to. I have often said through the one we love God or thoughts well as you do not know who is listening, but I mean tongue and cheek with them, because I wish you to walk the spiritual path. But think the spiritual way. As your thoughts have power, you take it. It becomes a reality. As your thoughts are energy. Energy must either grow or it must dispend. So, my friend, I say this to you. Do not concern yourselves. Think in a spiritual manner, but also think in a physical manner,

as you must live in a physical world. But we will not judge and we will not pry. If you allow me to say one more thing to you. Nich young man sits on the prethe and he talks to our world. I choose not to engage. What one does in the prethe is to understand. It is a time of release, and I will play no part in a conversation when someone is doing that act. I will only address when it is appropriate. Young Daniel has just asked me to speak in a modern way. Privy is a laboratory.

Sorry to my friend. Is that pleasing for you? Yes?

this almost three years now. We have oh well over one hundred hours of these conversations. You're welcome to listen to any and all of them. Our home base, as you know, is we Don't Die dot com. If you go to the store page and scroll to the very bottom, they're called in the Arms of Eternity, so you can use coupon code free or sometimes it says what price do you want to give so you can leave a donation or just put in zero and you can enjoy these.

They're really good. I have witnessed so many great things, not just great words coming out, but also while Scott's eyes are closed, our friend mister Eric very often reads the questions that only I can see in the Q and a box on zoom. Highly intelligent. Also, sometimes he acts as a medium, so if somebody has a question, he may pause and say do you know someone who this or that? And give messages with evidence from their

loved one. It's wonderful to be part of it's wonderful to witness, it's wonderful to be part of the class. We have classes every Monday, just learning how to quiet your mind and blend with this unseen world that our loved ones live in. We are part of their world. Heaven or the afterlife is not somewhere far out there. That's why I love the term hereafter. It's all right here, just happening after our physical lives. They are very real,

our loved ones are. We will see them again. And to be living our life now knowing the reality of the afterlife is the message I want to get across to everyone. It is not easy to remember any of this, and I don't think as human beings we are meant to. Isn't it true that our greatest learning comes from a struggle,

not the good times. Through pain, through suffering, not only do we have the potential to go on our spiritual journey, but when we overcome, we are then able to serve another and help with our words in any way possible. And I think that caring for our fellow human beings is what it's all about. Being here on earth. We can add our pets and the planet as well. Not a single one of us is alone. Go back and listen to episode one point fifteen if you have some time.

That is the experiential journey that you learn a bit how to quiet your mind, and towards the end is a guided meditation to be together with your loved ones. If you could imagine now the smiling faces smiling at you, so you might as well put a smile on your face. They're here to love you, to support you. They've been here before. They know how difficult it is. Yes, you have your privacy, of course, but life, life matters, it truly,

truly does. Ask for their help, ask for signs. You might get an idea that comes out of nowhere, or something might sound like your voice, but you know it's not from you. You never know what miracles they can do from their end. As a reminder, atweedodie dot com, you can join our Facebook group and meet over seven thousand great people who speak this language. Also, you can listen to past episodes of this show and We Don't

Die Radio show. You can attend a free Sunday gathering with medium demonstrations, or you can take one of our fabulous medium courses, and so much more. Inclosing, my name is Sandra Champlain and a big time thank you for giving me your time. Really, thank you for listening to Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM paranorm Podcast Network.