Mother and Father Rejoined On the Other Side

In 1985 my mother was in the hospital dying of cancer. My husband and I were there one evening visiting her. She loved baseball so when she was tired of talking we would just sit with her and watch baseball on TV. At one point she looked toward the door of her room and smiled. I looked in that direction and saw nothing. Then a few minutes later she did it again but then she said "What?" Again I looked toward the door and saw nothing. I asked her whom she was talking to. She didn't answer me but said, "Monday, 5:00, OK Hon." Again I looked at the door and saw no one there but realized she called someone "Hon." - that was what she always called my father who had passed away three years before. I thought she was hallucinating so I just ignored it. Every once in a while she would again turn to the door and smile and appear to be listening to someone or something. She would smile and shake her head as if to say "yes" to someone. Five days later my mother died - it was as Monday at 5:10 P.M.. I believe she was talking to my dad who was telling her when she would be joining him on the other side.

The Key to Powerful Thoughts

We had to be out of the hotel and on our way to the airport by 5:30 am on Monday. All of the stress of the trip had built up in my father and I believe knowing that this was his final goodbye to his mother and the last time we would be leaving Stoughton was causing him pain. As he was loading the luggage into the trunk of the rental car he locked the keys inside. My father is the type that can handle an important crisis like a rock, but a smaller event with send him over the edge so to speak. This was one of those situations. He was beside himself and began looking for something to use as a crowbar to pry the trunk open with or to smash the window to try to get to the trunk from the inside. Peggy, my stepmother, went back inside to call triple AAA. And at that point Dad was convinced that there was no way we would make the plane in time and he would have to spend another $500-750 for new tickets.

There had been two other times in my life were I needed help concerning keys, so I thought I would ask for help again.. I had left all of my keys at home so I asked Dad for his own car keys (for the car in Florida). He asked if I was going to try to open the Buick rental car with his Jeep Cherokee keys. I said yes, and he went outside to try them himself. When the car didn't open he handed them to me and said gruffly, do what you want, then he went back to the room to see how Peggy was making out. I took the key and tried the trunk, it did not open. Then I went to the car door. I had a short conversation with the Universe and my guides and asked for help opening the lock. For my fathers sake I HAD to get it open. I focused my thoughts, drew in a deep, calm breath of the light energy, and began working the key in the lock. Within several tries, the car door opened. I began looking for a trunk release. About that time my Father came back down and was surprised to see me in the car. I told him to continue to look for a trunk latch, (which I had already figured out wasn't there) and I went to the trunk. I repeated my prayer and focusing with even more intent and belief that if I had been able to use the wrong key to get in the door I would also be able to get in the trunk.

Once again after several attempts the trunk opened. I smiled feeling a warm glow and thanked the universe for the help. (This had been lock number 3 & 4 that I have opened with wrong keys after asking for help) We reached the airport only 15 minutes after we had planned and we all agreed that we had received some special help.

Officer on Duty - William Kelly - Shield #55

I was on patrol one evening at the local police department where I am
employed. I routinely check the local cemetery when one night I was confronted with bright lights. I stopped and thought someone was in the cemetery. I got out and check, but discovered nothing. I continue to work there on Monday evenings and the lights have appeared on three nights since the first encounter. Personally I feel this is an encounter with the dead and possibly my deceased relatives buried there.

Loving Father Watches Over Daughter

We were sitting in a cafe in downtown St. Catharine's, Ontario, Canada. My friend began to speak of her father who had passed years earlier. She was going through a difficult time and wanted to know if she just imagined his presence or if her father was actually around. I told her I felt something also and that it wasn't over yet.

We left the cafe to walk to her daughter's house. While walking there we came upon an antique store. We approached two men in front of us carrying a piano out of the store. My friend said, "That's my father's piano." It seems it was the actual piano her father had owned. She hadn't seen it in years. This was very strange.

When we arrived at her daughters, they immediately asked my friend. Have you felt grandpa around because I heard his voice over the baby monitor last night? Not only had her daughter heard his voice but he used to leave candy under her pillow when she was a child. When she awoke that morning there was candy under her pillow. I did a tarot reading for her and told her that he was following my friend around trying to help her through this difficult time. It wasn't over yet.

We left her daughters to attend a spoken word event. I was a member of various poetry groups, as were most of our friends. While our friend was singing and playing the harp my friend suddenly began to weep. I tried to console her, she said she saw her father standing beside the person singing. All of us there began to feel something strange.

What happened next pushed this past the realm of coincidence? There were about 60 or 70 people at this event. A strange lady that none of us knew approached us and said "I'm not psychic or anything, but when the person was singing I saw a man standing beside them." That was what my friend needed as final proof to convince her that her father was truly there.

As far as I know a year has passed and no one has seen or spoken to that stranger who confirmed a daughters belief in her fathers spirit.