The night my dog Holly died, I felt her snuggle up against me while I was in bed. She had died that afternoon. When I reacted with fear, she disappeared. Much as I wanted her to return, she never has. That was in 1988, and I’ve always regretted allowing fear to take over instead of embracing her with my love.
Soon after Holly died, a beautiful friend with strong psychic abilities told me that because Holly loved me so much, she would always be with me in every new dog I would ever own. I have no proof if that’s true or not, but it’s my forever love for Holly that has allowed me to bear the heartbreak of loss by choosing to continue loving these wonderful fur babies who will leave, taking part of my sad heart with them.
Months after Holly died, I got Maggie, my first Golden Retriever. As soon as we brought her home, she went somewhere in our house and behaved as only Holly ever had. I took it as Holly’s way of letting me know she was here.
Almost twelve years later, Maggie died in my kitchen. My friend Eileen and I placed a black towel under her and used it to pull her body into a small room off the kitchen. As we stroked her lifeless body, an energy moved through her and pooled for a moment in her belly. From there, it seeped out, crossed the room, and exited out the window. Her life force now gone, her body was an empty, still container where her essence had lived.
After my stepson Doug died, my dear friend, Evelyn, sent a card with the most perfect sentiment:
Released from earthly bonds
this soul is now free to travel further. . .
I don’t know much about souls, but I do know that both my mom and Doug were there when I needed them.
While driving home from the desert with my two dogs, an insistent male voice loudly said, OPEN YOUR EYES NOW! My eyes flung open, and I realized I’d been asleep. I knew it was Doug. He saved our lives.
When my mother lay actively dying, I assumed when she died, I would feel her life force exit her body. That’s not what happened. From the moment my mother inhaled her last breath and never again exhaled, her body was empty. I believe she was so ready to go, she fled her body quickly. Her soul had traveled on before I had the opportunity to kiss her.
I didn’t feel Mom around me, and it wasn’t until the first anniversary of her death that she came to me in a dream. We saw each other from a distance and rushed into each other’s arms. I told her how much I’d missed her, and she said the same to me. I felt wrapped in more love than I had ever known. The warmth remained for days. Much as I wished for more dreams, she never came again. At least not in a dream.
A few years after Mom died, Bob and I were flying home from San Francisco. I thought I heard something odd, but when I asked Bob, he said the sound from the plane was normal. Since he’d traveled more than me, I figured he knew. Then I heard something again. I noticed a strangeness in the plane’s motion.
The captain came on over the intercom, and in a sing-song voice, speaking as an adult would to children going to camp, he said, “Some of you may have noticed that we’ve been circling. Well, a piece of our hydraulic system has malfunctioned and we’ve been getting rid of our fuel so we could land. Now, when we return to SFO, you’ll notice that there are lots of ambulances, fire trucks, and white stuff on the runway. Don’t let that bother you. They have to do that.” And with a click, he was gone, and we were all left with the silence of our own thoughts.
As I sat, stunned by what I’d heard, before fear could visit, my mother arrived and told me, without words, that I would be okay. I knew in that moment, even if we crashed and I died, I was going to be all right. I relaxed. And then her spirit, her essence was gone.
Obviously, I didn’t die. But as soon as the plane landed, it violently lurched and made a loud metallic sound. The hydraulic system had totally failed. I heard someone say that we were lucky because had this happened while we were in the air, we would have crashed.
My mother and Doug came when I most needed them. Although dead, something in them still existed and lived on. Was it their souls? I like to think so
Most people believe their souls go to Heaven. I don’t know where they go, but a recent study (https://l.smartnews.com/p-UyjV1/MMdO7Q) indicates there is proof souls exists and never die. We aren’t moving around with the familiar bodies which have carried us through this life, but we are free to travel further.
I think knowing this offers great comfort, not only because it means our souls will continue, but because it validates those feelings everyone has had that their loved one is with them. Yes, their soul may travel distances we can’t imagine, but their love is always with us, watching over us in ways we might not always recognize. My mother shows up in a special wave that sometimes appears in the front right side of my hair
Our Universe and all outer space are magical, and we often forget this as we live our daily lives. I smile when I think of the souls who have saved me and will be waiting to accompany me when I am released from this body and it is my time to travel further.
Now that I’ve shared my experiences, please take time to write yours down, and share some of them here.
We learn from each other.
And a fun little something for your enjoyment: Clint Black singing The Galaxy Song.
I, too, believe that certain souls continue to “look after” us and can basically be wherever they want. I’ve had many brushes with dear ones, including friends, who have moved on. In fact, I believe in reincarnation. Why else would a brilliant mind/soul like that of Mozart be snuffed out so young, only to be lost to mankind forever?
That song 😭I love The Meaning of Life. Although I haven’t known many people who have transitioned to the great wide open, I have been reassured by a visit from my sister, shortly after she departed her body. She reassured me, in my anguish, that she was safe and well. It was a beautiful moment.