Terethian
Ex Member
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Yesterday, July 21st 2009 will remain an amazing turning point of my life. It is the day that my completely skeptical mind went from a non-believer, a faithless one, and actually having faith. When I say faith I mean I now believe based on this experience that we do survive bodily death, even though science cannot truly explain it.
I contacted a service and spoke with a woman. Well, she was horrible. She did not give me the information I wanted at all but then I forgot to even ask/mention that what I really wanted was:
To talk to my dead loved one.
The second woman I spoke with, I told her right away. It was hard to get it out since it sounded silly to me. I said I want to contact someone that has passed. I told her my name. She said she sensed a female. I confirmed this as correct. Then she asked me for her name. I gave her the name, Cindy. She asked how she died. I told her that she died in a car accident. The medium said she saw a tree or a pole. This is correct, I confirmed that she did hit a tree.
Then things became serious.
The medium was confused. She said she had a strange word and she couldn't understand it. She specified the word was comming from Cindy.
Dashboard.
The medium asked me if I knew what it meant.
Yes. Tears filled my eyes. I know you are confused. You don't understand. So what, I mentioned a car and she said dashboard and cars have them. Truely this one word she felt so strongly would mean little to most people.
Our song. We sang. Every time we went ANYWHERE together.
Paradise by the dashboard light, by Meatloaf.
We would sing that one song together. Can you imagine the odds of this medium, which I spoke with over the phone no less.... to say the word dashboard just because I mentioned a car crash? I can think of no better way for Cindy to prove herself than with that one...single....word.
The medium heard Cindy call me her son. Yes she always called me her son. She was like a mother to me.
For no reason at all, the medium also felt the word kitchen. I was at first confused.
I was talking on my cell phone in my kitchen. There is no way the medium could have known as I was not making kitchen noises or anything.
Cindy wanted me to know she could see me.
I don't expect this to prove to you readers that there is life after death. This was for me. This was my proof. I believe. Cindy wants me to live my life. This is true, I have been so obsessed with my fear of death that I have not been living. I am not afraid. I will die someday and when that day comes I will meet Cindy again.
Love, Mitch
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