Crossing Over Experiences
If we all really thought about it, I have a hunch we’d all recollect experiences that could be signs from the other side. Here are just a few of my own.
Being present to witness the moment of a peaceful death is a sacred privilege, particularly of the mother that birthed you. I watched my mother take her final breath. In the minutes that followed, I sensed her presence in the room above the foot of the bed, looking down.
When I was about 14, I went to the funeral of a family friend. I saw the golden light of his spirit attempt to descend into the coffin while his wife wailed in grief. After a number of attempts, the golden figure shot up through the roof of the chapel and disappeared.
The first time I ever dreamt about my friend Dave Fredrick was months after I’d had any contact with him. In the dream, he sat beside me and told me how much our friendship always meant to him. When I woke up, I knew he had crossed over. Later that day, I received the phone call from overseas, telling me he had passed away that night.
One day at home, suddenly I had the overwhelming feeling of grief that my father had died and I cried uncontrollably. I phoned home and dad was fine. Two weeks later, we had a letter from overseas that my favourite uncle had passed away suddenly. I knew that I had already had the news.
For weeks after my brother-in-law passed away, strange things (mostly electrical) kept occurring at the house. Light bulb after light bulb blew. The fireplace would turn on and off. The furnace and the refrigerator, too. Repairmen were called and found no problems. They were perplexed, but we knew his practical joker humour continued from the other side.
When my Canadian friend was in financial need, I called upon her mother’s spirit’s advice. I felt led to open a random box in my home. There, just resting loosely on top of miscellaneous items, was a $50 dollar bill I never knew I had. (I had been living in the UK for a couple of years.) Needless to say, I immediately sent it to my friend.