As I was waking up this morning. I felt a tremendous amount of energy shift my whole environment, even as I awakened more, I would sort of pull myself out of the energy and feel my way back into it. Back and forth.

Thats when I realized that my mother (deceased) was at my head and holding her hands over the crown of my head pouring energy in. SHe told me to stop moving around. I reached up and held on to her hands(just to be close to her) and then I laid still so the energy could move in and around me. I eventually feel asleep again for a few moments.

It was really powerful and I can still feel it, hours later. It was really nice.

Patti

What a wonderful experience.  Had you been aware of her presence before this?

Yes, several times. But since her death in 1999, it was always me going to her or her not really progressing anywhere beyond fullfiling her fantasies and such since she passed away. This was the first time that she was so strong and focused energetically and her coming to me in my envirnoment more. Its like I reach through and go to her before. So, it really tells me that she is aiding others and is a helper herself now. Bravo to Mom!

pattiz wrote on Mar 22^nd, 2011 at 2:10pm:

Yes, several times. But since her death in 1999, it was always me going to her or her not really progressing anywhere beyond fullfiling her fantasies and such since she passed away. This was the first time that she was so strong and focused energetically and her coming to me in my envirnoment more. Its like I reach through and go to her before. So, it really tells me that she is aiding others and is a helper herself now. Bravo to Mom!

What an amazing experience!  I love that she told you to keep still...that is a true mother.

When I had my one verifiable experience with my mom, about a year after she passed, after a while she told me to "pull myself together", and get on with it.  I had to laugh, because that was definitely her talking.

Bardo wrote on Mar 22^nd, 2011 at 2:48pm:

When I had my one verifiable experience with my mom, about a year after she passed, after a while she told me to "pull myself together", and get on with it.  I had to laugh, because that was definitely her talking.

The closest I come to being in touch with a lost loved one is my maternal grandmother.  She died at 97 because she had gotten sick for the first time in her life and was "tired, all my friends have died (the nerve of them to leave her alone!) and no one should have to live this long!"  She was present at my birth, my graduation from college and from law school and attended my wedding...I grew up in Florida and she lived in California...I was her first grandchild and she would always pinch my left cheek, initially because I was a chubby little boy, and later because that was always what she would do...a tradition if nothing else, but it was customary from her and comforting to me from the earliest I can remember.  I attended her 90th and 95th birthday parties and her 75th class reunion...Cal Berkeley class of 1924...and she was one of 17 alumni remaining.

After her death, she had no funeral or memorial service as all her surviving friends or deceased friend's heirs simply held a wake in her memory at my aunt's house...which was an amazing party and three psychics/mediums assured everyone Grandmother, and many others, were there and enjoying the fete. 

Since then, in quiet moments I get a pinching feeling...almost a twitch, in my left cheek, in the same place where my grandmother would say "oooh, chubbums" and pinch my left cheek with her right hand.  When asked, my guidance simply smiles when I ask if that is my grandmother, they also let me know that she is a real cutie and making them all laugh...apparently she hasn't decided what she's going to do next, but she is watching me regularly and is apparently more satisfied with me now than when she could only see me after transcontinental trips...my lack of wearing socks was a particular pet peeve.

I was always amazed at the ease with which she dealt with a kid raised in the sixties/seventies, then my kids born in the nineties, when her perspective began in the San Francisco earthquake/fire, dray horses killed by falling bricks, her father bought the first car available in SF, the beginning of manned flight, the advent of radio, then television, etc.  With grace and aplomb and an understanding and open-minded soul, she made the transition from a three-mile-an-hour, wood/iron/leather world through breaking the sound barrier.  Her honeymoon was a 78 day cruise to Sumatra from San Francisco (stayed at the Raffles Hotel and drank real "singapore slings"), and her last trip abroad was the supersonic Concorde from NYC to London on an around the world tour.

This life, our lives, the lives we have right now are a gift; an opportunity to live a life with loved ones from the other side with whom we have had innumerable previous lives and with whom we share an incredible and incomprehensible level of love and caring and compassion...we all return to the Source where all is clear, but if we can live with this understanding of love and constant attention and faith, this opportunity would be so much more fulfilling.  Dammit...my tears are running...thanks Grandma! 

What a neat experience Patti.   :)

I've felt my dad around a few times since he's passed.

That is a great experience, Patti - if all of us could have one such experience, there might be many more people convinced about the existence of the afterlife. 

You were truly blessed.


Matthew

Thank you all. I have indeed been very blessed. Last week it was my grandmother with me. I guess they are taken turns.! Fine by me! I have time for all of them to visit!!  ;)

usetawuz: what a touching post. Thank you for sharing.