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Word Gems exploring self-realization, sacred personhood, and full humanity
Hello From Heaven Bill and Judy Guggenheim
The following represents a sampling of after-death communications featured in the book. "On the third day after his death he made an appearance to me. My father was crying and asking for forgiveness. He told me that he was sorry for everything he had ever done to me. We needed to understand that as a child he had seen abuse and had been taught that way."
Editor's note: I too received a very similar message from my own father. While sharing a coffee with a psychic-friend at a bookstore, she suddenly interrupted our casual conversation to announce that my dad was coming through with a message. He explained why, so long ago, he'd been harsh and unfair to me, confessing that I'd "grown up so fast," with "so many new ideas," that I made him "feel inferior" - which made him angry, and he "didn't know what to do with me!" Dad would come through several times for me over the next few years. It seems that he'd had a very rocky start in the new world as he'd brought with him so many superstitious ideas from the old religion - he exclaimed, "Nothing here is as I thought it would be!!" The good news is that Dad is doing better, on his way to a recovery; a new life in a new world; this time, based on fact and not religious fairy-tales. But let me tell you one more thing about what Dad said in one of his messages. He raised his hand, according to the psychic-medium, and made a sweeping gesture over his head, in effect, pointing to the expansive universe. He meant to say, "I can't get over it! There is so much here to learn and know! I just can't take it all in!" I find Dad's comment here rather humorous - now he's starting to talk like his renegade son.
"I was deeply attached to my grandmother. The day after she was buried I was crying and really feeling terrible when my grandmother came to the end of my bed. She looked beautiful and was radiantly happy. She said, 'John, you've got to stop worrying about me. I'm alright now, and I'm in a wonderful place.' Then she turned and walked five of six feet away from the bed and disappeared."
"[After mom's funeral] we came back to [her] house. I laid my 5-week old daughter Kelly on the recliner, and I lay on the couch. I was just fixing to put my head down when I saw a glow come through the front door! It took form and became my mother! She radiated pure white light and was dressed in a long flowing white gown. I'd never seen my mother look so beautiful! She walked over to Kelly, reached out and stroked Kelly under her chin, and said, 'You're so cute!' Then Mom looked over at me and slowly disappeared."
There are hundreds of accounts such as these in Hello From Heaven. It's a book you'll want to own. Allow me to offer one more after-death communication, a dramatic story sent to me by a Word Gems reader:
"Hi, Wayne... I am going to share with you a mind-blowing encounter that I experienced with one of my good friend's boyfriends who passed away over 2 years ago... Here it is: My good friend, Sarah, had a boyfriend named Bruce, who had been ill for a number of weeks... The doctors told him that he had congestive heart failure. His condition continued to deteriorate until he succumbed to his illness. Needless to say, Sarah was devastated... Now for the mind-blowing part: I didn't know yet that Bruce had died, not until the next day. However, that very night that he passed away, I smelled cigar smoke VERY STRONGLY. I kept asking everyone around me, "Do you smell that cigar smoke?" No one else smelled it. Only me. I dismissed it as being "all in my mind, I guess." Then came the night of Bruce's funeral: Once again, cigar smoke filled the air, so strong that my eyes felt as if they were burning. And once again, NO ONE else could smell it. I was starting to get very spooked by this, but, again, I dismissed it as being nothing, since no one else could smell it. Then, two nights later, I was lying in bed, fully awake when Bruce appeared before me with a message: He said, 'I want you to tell Sarah how I REALLY died: But first, the reason you were smelling cigar smoke was because I wanted to give you a kind of hint: The hint is this: Take the word cigars and rearrange the letters from back to front, minus 2 letters, and then, well, you'll know how to take it from there. When you figure it out, tell Sarah that this was the cause of my death.' And he was gone. I did as he asked, and the word was ARSENIC. I was so shocked and taken off guard, but the next day, I told Sarah. It was very awkward to approach this with her, but I told her about this message from Bruce, and asked her if she knew of anyone who might have poisoned him. She said No, but she couldn't get it out of her head. Six months later, Sarah came to my house, crying, and between sobs told me that she found out that the person that she and Bruce had been living with for months (during his entire "illness") had killed her parents with arsenic, and that she was arrested for this. There was enough evidence to prove that this was true. Sarah said she then KNEW that this girl poisoned Bruce with arsenic. This girl had been preparing Bruce's meals when Sarah was out. Sad, isn't it? Anyway, that was ALL the proof I'll ever need that people can communicate with the dead. I'll never forget that night, the night of 'Bruce's message.' Just wanted to share this with you. There are very few people who know about this, but you are definitely one who could understand this."
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