It's hard when we don't have the right words in our language to explain what happened. I tried when I said we were in our spiritual bodies. To me, it's not an out of body experience but I guess that might be one way to think of it.
This has happened to me before. Five years ago, my friend Larry died (on 1/21/2002...eerily coincidental date). I had last seen him on December 16th and he was fine, so for him to be dead five weeks later was a terrible shock. A few days after he died, very early in the morning, we got together to say goodbye. At first, I had no idea what was going on. We chatted a bit and then I said, "Larry, can I ask you a personal question?" and he said, "Yes, sure." and I said, "Aren't you dead?" and he said, "Oh, yes, I am." And suddenly it all made sense. I was so grateful to have a chance to say goodbye to him, since I hadn't done it in "living" life. (I don't want to say "real" life, because the experience I had was real. We were just in a different place--what I have come to call a spiritual place, in our spiritual bodies).
Similarly, with Heath, I think leaving so unexpectedly, he has lots of goodbyes for lots of people. I am sure he is constantly with Michelle and Matilda right now, as well as traveling around to say goodbye to others. I just feel really special (blessed, even) that I made it onto his list! And even though I never met him in "living" life, obviously he knew me enough to find me and give me a chance for our conversation--in the spiritual place. This time, I understood what was happening, since I had learned from Larry.
As for his work not being done, I am only telling you what he conveyed to me. (I say conveyed, because not all of our conversation was in words.) I'm not asking you to believe me, I'm just telling you what I know.
For those of you who think I am crazy, fine. For those of you who understand, great. And for those of you who would like to learn more, I am happy to continue the conversation, either here or privately.
Hugs and peace,
L
xo
You are very blessed, indeed, Leslie.
It is my personal belief that time and space
on the other side is not the same as it is here, where we are, on planet Earth. It's a spiritual realm there, where there are no laws of physics to contend with.
I have no doubt that Heath visited you, Leslie, as he has visited many others, I'm sure. Whether or not they are spritually evolved enough to recognise his visit, however, is another matter.
By visiting others, it doesn't take away from the fact that I am sure he is also very close, constantly, to Matilda right now. And I'm sure he will always be close to her, for the remainder of her days. Matilda could live to be 100 and Heath will be with her all that time. Some might question this, contesting that if he does so, he is not able to spiritually progress on his own personal spiritual journey, either via reincarnation or to Nirvana / Heaven / whatever you prefer to call it. We must remember, however, that what's 100 years to us here on Earth is but
the twinkling of an eye where Heath is now. He loved Matilda so very much, I am positive that he will wait for her to join him on the other side, no matter how long that may be. Just as I know my mother is waiting to greet me, when my time comes.
I had a similar experience some years ago, Leslie. I vividly remember the incident to this day. I woke in the middle of the night with the overpowering feeling that there was someone in the bedroom with me. Someone else, that is, apart from my partner, sound asleep by my side. And the room was icy cold at a time of year when it's not normally cold. I spooned myself alonside George and soon fell fast asleep again. In the morning, I lent up on one elbow, looked down at George and said, "Mrs Van Rooyen visited us last night." George, a fellow believer, did not question what I had experienced.
Mrs Van Rooyen was the mother of Frank, a school friend of mine. Frank and I were still close friends back then. Several years earlier, Mrs Van Rooyen had been diagnosed with cancer and had been in and out of remission many times. George and I lived in an apartment with no phone, so I couldn't phone to see how Mrs Van Rooyen was. This was long before the advent of mobile phones. Why did she choose to single me out, for a visit, you ask? Well, I don't believe she did just visit me alone. She may have visited many others to say goodbye, but they may not have been receptive to her presence. It is my personal belief that she wanted to thank me for being such a true and loyal friend to her beloved son.
Shortly after breakfast, there was a knock on the door. Without hesitation, I said to George, "That'll be Frank."
And it was Frank, inconsolable, in deep mourning, come to tell us of his mother's death the previous night.
Why did I say, "Mrs Van Rooyen visited us last night," and "That'll be Frank" ? I have no logical answer to that. I just
knew. I don't doubt your experience for a moment, Leslie.
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