EXCUSE ME, BUT YOUR HOUSE IS ABOUT TO BURN DOWN
I figured my newbie washer/dryer saga may be boring you all to the point of screaming (yes Kurt, you do that a lot anyway, lol) so instead I thought I'd share a story with you now and then. Like now.
Some of you already know that I have "connections" in the spirit world, so to speak. As one psychic calls it, she speaks with "D.P."s, or "dead people". All my life I guess I just somehow knew somewhere deep inside me that there is life after death, I just didn't really understand it or even really give it much thought. Some of you may not have the same beliefs, and that's totally okay. This is just my beliefs and faith. Anyway, although I always "knew" this, nothing ever happened or anything. Until I was 43 years old, and my beloved late husband, same age, had a sudden massive heart attack one morning at home, and passed away in my arms on the floor in our den. I loved this man with all my heart and soul. So needless to say, this was the worst thing I have ever gone through in my life, or ever will. Anyway, naturally I was in a tremendous state of shock and overwraught with grief. This happened very early in the morning, 6:24 a.m. to be exact. May 16, 1995. Well after spending the next 16 hours in tears, I was completely exhausted, and went to bed at 10:30 p.m., my eyes almost swollen shut from crying. I remember standing next to our big kingsize bed, looking at it and feeling overwhelmed at how empty and BIG it looked. I crawled under the covers and said out loud to myself, "how in the world am I going to be able to sleep ever again?" My eyes were shut, I couldn't have opened them very much if I'd wanted to , they were so swollen. At the very moment that I said that out loud, there he was. My hubby's face, so full of love...... so close to me that it startled the crap out of me; it was as if he was there, and his face was only inches from mine. It didn't scare me...... it was HIM afterall, and he was the exact person I needed for comfort! But out loud I said something to the effect that "if that's you, that's wonderful, but you startled me!" And at THAT exact moment, he backed up so he appeared to be maybe a couple of feet away. It's hard to explain, I was seeing him, but not with my 2 eyes. And he was DEFINITELY there. He had come to stay with me for the night, so that I could sleep. And it worked, because I fell into a deep sleep immediately, knowing he was there.
After that, he was there constantly. Now I was also "hearing " him. Carrying on conversations with him, silently. It was difficult though, as it was so imperfect, but still I could sense what he was saying. To make a long story shorter, 6 weeks later I went for my very first ever private reading by a very gifted psychic, who became my reader for the next several years ~ I'd go every once in awhile. My hubby was there for every one of the readings, and I know he was, not only because I could "feel" him there, but you wouldn't believe the things my reader was telling me (that were coming from my hubby) that ONLY my hubby and I knew about. Private things. It was beautiful, and it sure made my healing a lot easier.
I knew that I had the wherewithall to communicate with the other side, obviously......because hubby was making that perfectly clear to me. So I got some "training" and worked at it, or "developed" it. It has changed my life. My spiritual journey has been beautiful, constant, and life changing. I can't imagine my life without the love, healing and support from loved ones on the other side.
So what about my burning house you ask? Never thought I'd get to that part did you, LOL. Well I thought I should give you an insight as to how this all took place first. So, now that I've done that, on to the story......Shortly after my hubby passed away, I was sleeping soundly very early one weekend morning. The house was silent, and my sister was asleep in her bed downstairs. I was suddenly awakened, I wasn't too clear on HOW I was awakened, or jolted out of a deep sleep...... but I sat upright in my bed and was "aware" that I was just supposed to listen. Half asleep, I was confused, but I just knew that I was supposed to be listening for something. And in the complete silence of the house, I suddenly heard a snapping, buzzing noise. I got out of bed and wandered around the house, and could hear that sound even clearer as I approached the kitchen. Directly underneath my kitchen is the laundry area downstairs. So I went down, and as I got to the laundry area I could smell electrical smoke......and looked behind the washer/dryer unit and there was the plug-in, smoking, sparking, and only seconds from flames...... I somehow reached behind it and unplugged it. The whole outlet was black and sooty, and I started shaking just thinking about what almost happened. Our house could have burned down, but somebody on the other side was watching out for me and woke me up, obviously telling me to listen for a sound that I needed to investigate. That was only the first time, there were other incidents too....another being another almost fire in another electrical outlet in the house. (sheesh, we've had our issues with electrical wiring in this place!! But it's all okay now.) Anyway, this one was much the same, they persisted until they got my attention, and when I checked the outlet in question this time, it was black and HOT.
There have been so very many loving and helpful connections with spirits in this house since all of this happened. It's a house full of it, and I am never lonely that's for sure! We who live here are so used to it and wouldn't have it any other way. (even my new hubby) It's so wonderful to be able to keep the love and relationships alive, even when our loved ones are someplace else, and to know that they're looking out for us and waiting patiently for our reunion someday. My life has changed so much. And for the better. Thanks for listening ~~ I am glad to have shared such an important part of me with you. Take good care of yourselves, and until next time, God bless!
Love Jude
Some of you already know that I have "connections" in the spirit world, so to speak. As one psychic calls it, she speaks with "D.P."s, or "dead people". All my life I guess I just somehow knew somewhere deep inside me that there is life after death, I just didn't really understand it or even really give it much thought. Some of you may not have the same beliefs, and that's totally okay. This is just my beliefs and faith. Anyway, although I always "knew" this, nothing ever happened or anything. Until I was 43 years old, and my beloved late husband, same age, had a sudden massive heart attack one morning at home, and passed away in my arms on the floor in our den. I loved this man with all my heart and soul. So needless to say, this was the worst thing I have ever gone through in my life, or ever will. Anyway, naturally I was in a tremendous state of shock and overwraught with grief. This happened very early in the morning, 6:24 a.m. to be exact. May 16, 1995. Well after spending the next 16 hours in tears, I was completely exhausted, and went to bed at 10:30 p.m., my eyes almost swollen shut from crying. I remember standing next to our big kingsize bed, looking at it and feeling overwhelmed at how empty and BIG it looked. I crawled under the covers and said out loud to myself, "how in the world am I going to be able to sleep ever again?" My eyes were shut, I couldn't have opened them very much if I'd wanted to , they were so swollen. At the very moment that I said that out loud, there he was. My hubby's face, so full of love...... so close to me that it startled the crap out of me; it was as if he was there, and his face was only inches from mine. It didn't scare me...... it was HIM afterall, and he was the exact person I needed for comfort! But out loud I said something to the effect that "if that's you, that's wonderful, but you startled me!" And at THAT exact moment, he backed up so he appeared to be maybe a couple of feet away. It's hard to explain, I was seeing him, but not with my 2 eyes. And he was DEFINITELY there. He had come to stay with me for the night, so that I could sleep. And it worked, because I fell into a deep sleep immediately, knowing he was there.
After that, he was there constantly. Now I was also "hearing " him. Carrying on conversations with him, silently. It was difficult though, as it was so imperfect, but still I could sense what he was saying. To make a long story shorter, 6 weeks later I went for my very first ever private reading by a very gifted psychic, who became my reader for the next several years ~ I'd go every once in awhile. My hubby was there for every one of the readings, and I know he was, not only because I could "feel" him there, but you wouldn't believe the things my reader was telling me (that were coming from my hubby) that ONLY my hubby and I knew about. Private things. It was beautiful, and it sure made my healing a lot easier.
I knew that I had the wherewithall to communicate with the other side, obviously......because hubby was making that perfectly clear to me. So I got some "training" and worked at it, or "developed" it. It has changed my life. My spiritual journey has been beautiful, constant, and life changing. I can't imagine my life without the love, healing and support from loved ones on the other side.
So what about my burning house you ask? Never thought I'd get to that part did you, LOL. Well I thought I should give you an insight as to how this all took place first. So, now that I've done that, on to the story......Shortly after my hubby passed away, I was sleeping soundly very early one weekend morning. The house was silent, and my sister was asleep in her bed downstairs. I was suddenly awakened, I wasn't too clear on HOW I was awakened, or jolted out of a deep sleep...... but I sat upright in my bed and was "aware" that I was just supposed to listen. Half asleep, I was confused, but I just knew that I was supposed to be listening for something. And in the complete silence of the house, I suddenly heard a snapping, buzzing noise. I got out of bed and wandered around the house, and could hear that sound even clearer as I approached the kitchen. Directly underneath my kitchen is the laundry area downstairs. So I went down, and as I got to the laundry area I could smell electrical smoke......and looked behind the washer/dryer unit and there was the plug-in, smoking, sparking, and only seconds from flames...... I somehow reached behind it and unplugged it. The whole outlet was black and sooty, and I started shaking just thinking about what almost happened. Our house could have burned down, but somebody on the other side was watching out for me and woke me up, obviously telling me to listen for a sound that I needed to investigate. That was only the first time, there were other incidents too....another being another almost fire in another electrical outlet in the house. (sheesh, we've had our issues with electrical wiring in this place!! But it's all okay now.) Anyway, this one was much the same, they persisted until they got my attention, and when I checked the outlet in question this time, it was black and HOT.
There have been so very many loving and helpful connections with spirits in this house since all of this happened. It's a house full of it, and I am never lonely that's for sure! We who live here are so used to it and wouldn't have it any other way. (even my new hubby) It's so wonderful to be able to keep the love and relationships alive, even when our loved ones are someplace else, and to know that they're looking out for us and waiting patiently for our reunion someday. My life has changed so much. And for the better. Thanks for listening ~~ I am glad to have shared such an important part of me with you. Take good care of yourselves, and until next time, God bless!
Love Jude
posted by Jude at Wednesday, January 26, 2005
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