KatieCoolady Holds 'Court' - The Dedicated KCL Thread

[Myvice]

Does anyone know how PASA is doing? I've been praying she and her family member are doing OK.

 

[katiecoolady]

I believe Grandma truly received that call from your sister. I believe it because I experienced a similar event myself on my wedding anniversary the year after my husband died. I had been out and there was a message on my phone when I came in. Essentially it was a promotional caller for a credit card company who was asking to speak to my husband. She mentioned his first name and asked if this was him. A male voice answered "Speak...ing". This was a two way conversation caught on my answering machine. Accident??? But wait. She then asks him if she can reach him on a different number and she starts to give a number we did not have only to be cut off before giving the last two numbers. Months later I received a new cell phone through a different carrier with a totally new number and guess what the number was. The exact number she had asked on the tape up to the last two numbers because those numbers had been cut off.

This is just one of the many, many things that have happened that assure me that my husband may be out-of-sight, but he is far from gone.

What an amazing story Lambchop. Wow. If I didn't know before about your husband's death, I'm so sorry to read this now. I think grief, no matter how the death occurs, has so many universal responses not the least of which is being propelled in to "higher ground" where you start to see and experience things like this. This is a blessing in a way of having to go through something so terrible. That it can propel you in to another expanded realm.

Thank you so much for sharing this. I had another "telephone communication" that happened months later that I will write about in a future blog. xoxo Please keep sharing yourself. I think these conversations are very healing.

 

[katiecoolady]

Does anyone know how PASA is doing? I've been praying she and her family member are doing OK.

I've been in contact with her. Her Dad is now in an extended care rehab facility and up and down. She was at court the day of the non verdict and with the group....I was on a speaker phone and everyone was offering words of prayer and support as they stood in a circle. I was glad she was there a part of that circle (with her husband). I'll pass along you're thinking of her....

 

[Liebchenmutti]

I truly believe your sister called your dear Buddha.

When I lost my aunt who was a mother to me (much more than my real mother) to cancer, I prayed that she would "visit" me, and that night, she came to me dressed in all white and with a preternatural glow that came from inside her.

I had my 1 year old baby girl with me, and I had a nagging feeling that I had to go the entire time we were there with my aunt. I asked her if people were really psychic & she told me it was only true between mothers and daughters.

I have no idea exactly what that means, but I was so comforted. Love is stronger than death.

I wanted to add that my Vulcan-like, logical to a fault, engineer husband was visited by his Dad after he died in 2008. He was in Heaven, and he was with the stinky dog he loved--my DH said there was a beautiful light all around, but it wasn't the sun. He saw that his Dad was OK. Interestingly, that's how Heaven is described in the Bible--there is no need for the sun because you are face to face with God.

 

[Tiki]

When my son died 7 years ago, a friend gave me a book:
Hello from Heaven by Bill Guggenheim.

I learned that the communications I was receiving from him were common.

I have had visual communications, but he usually sends me a bird. It's most often a white dove (the first time was at his funeral in February in NY state). On other occasions it has been a hawk, a pelican and, when his brother and I were at the Grand Canyon, a California Condor was circling above us. The ranger said he had never seen a Condor do that before.
I hear from him when I need it the most. I could write pages about all the times it has happened.

If you think a loved one who has passed is communicating with you, don't doubt yourself.
Here is an interview with the author:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYQN-BDyF-0

 

[Liebchenmutti]

When my son died 7 years ago, a friend gave me a book:
Hello from Heaven by Bill Guggenheim.

I learned that the communications I was receiving from him were common.

He usually sends me a bird. It's most often a white dove (the first time was at his funeral in February in NY state). On other occasions it has been a hawk, a pelican and, when his brother and I were at the Grand Canyon, a California Condor was circling above us. The ranger said he had never seen a Condor do that before.
I hear from him when I need it the most. I could write pages about all the times it has happened.

If you think a loved one who has passed is communicating with you, don't doubt yourself.
Here is an interview with the author:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYQN-BDyF-0

That's fascinating! I have always heard doves singing and known that it was a message from loved ones. This feeling first started when I was a child--I've always felt God's presence & the presence of lost loved-ones when I hear doves.

And two doves have taken residence in our front yard in a bush in the garden. They also like to sit in the large window above our front door and sing.

 

[katiecoolady]

I'm loving and finding comfort in all these sharings you are are offering up.

Keep them coming.........:seeya: This thread has typically taken on this tone from the very beginning and now that we've passed 100 pages I think we're taking it to a new level.

 

[daisymae]

After my mother passed away 6 years ago in Nov., I took my dad out of town for Thanksgiving. While in the hotel my father was in an adjoining room and told me he saw mom hovering up in the corner at the ceiling and that she had beautiful white wings. My dad never ever believed in these sorts of things.

 

[LambChop]

What an amazing story Lambchop. Wow. If I didn't know before about your husband's death, I'm so sorry to read this now. I think grief, no matter how the death occurs, has so many universal responses not the least of which is being propelled in to "higher ground" where you start to see and experience things like this. This is a blessing in a way of having to go through something so terrible. That it can propel you in to another expanded realm.

Thank you so much for sharing this. I had another "telephone communication" that happened months later that I will write about in a future blog. xoxo Please keep sharing yourself. I think these conversations are very healing.

This is why I feel your blog is important. It's one thing to lose a loved one from disease or an accident. To have someone you love ripped from you in a senseless manner is difficult for us to understand how it invades your whole life forever. I hope when all this is done the Alexander's will be willing to share, too. My husband died in 2005 and ironically his middle name was Alexander. He was an amazing person and still is, very much like Travis. lol

 

[LambChop]

Okay, one more. Don't know what it is with the phones but this is my favorite so far. They had given my husband too much pain medication one night at the hospital and he was higher than a kite. He had told us we had to get ready for the show and my daughter asked what are we suppose to do. And he said, "Why sing the Star's Spangle Banner, of course." After he passed every time my daughter would get a call from her house phone the ringtone was the Star's Spangle Banner. She never was able to find a selection on that phone for the song and it continued for a couple of years until she upgraded to another phone. All the other calls were a normal ringtone.

I guess if he's keeping an eye on me I'd better behave myself. lol

 

[ChristYTN]

Oh you guys !! I love the stories!! KatieCoo..you do have stories to share and I thank you for that.

They do speak to us, they do.

When I was young, a very dear family friend had passed, and exactly 4 months later...I was blessed by a beautiful dream (?) in which her daughter was talking and sitting with me. I woke up thinking how strange it was. About an hour later, we received a call saying she had passed away about 2 hours previously.
My mother still talks about that.

I frequently have vivid dreams about my nephew too. They are a beautiful thing, but also heartbreaking.



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[banzai]

Thank you KcLady and everyone for sharing your experiences. It's like an affirmation to me which I embrace with all my being.
I know that such communication does happen, not only with our beloved deceased but also the living that we love with pure mind, heart and spirit. It's about being on the same plane, the higher self. Just allow your mind to be free of external interference, and receive.

My signature speaks to this path. It keeps me in line when I'm too impatient craving to know, to understand.

Live the questions now
Perhaps then, someday far in the future,
you will gradually, without even noticing it,
live your way into the answer.
☼Rainer Maria Rilke​

I don't have the courage to share my many experiences here (yet) - and you might not believe me either, and that's ok. But I, too, cherish this gift!

My ex-the-psychopath was totally in awe of this 'ability' and tried to exploit it. But I held true to my view that it's not something you chase after nor develop per se, rather a gift you receive when you are meant to receive it.
Anyway, the psycho-dude tried to use it against me in court - implied I was dissociative and crazy, so now, after I write of experiences so personal, I usually burn it - release it to the universe. Just can't do that in cyber world, eh :blushing:

Thank you again for your courage in sharing.
I'm walking with you, as I return to my quiet corner, in admiration and thanks.

 

[Labadorable]

O/T

It appears that Jean Casarez will still be with HLN whilst we lose Wonder Woman Beth! I don't get this logic. Just sharing. ttfn

 

[Soulsad]

Bless Your Heart Crime cases addict, just God Bless You !

(((((Soulsad))))))

About 10 years ago my father the age of 85 had been quit ill. He was in the hospital and my sister was with him (in another state)..She told me doctors were really worried about him...About 2 in the am I was able to fall asleep only to be wakened by my father calling my name. I sat up with a jolt. Not 2 minutes later my sister called to tell me our father had passed away. I know in all my heart he had made sure to say "goodbye" to me

 

[Soulsad]

Your note (post) touches my Heart. I too was closer to my Aunt than I was to my mother. May I be so bold as to say that you were richly Blessed in your Aunt's 'visit'.

Bless Your Heart . . .
(((((Soulsad)))))

I truly believe your sister called your dear Buddha.

When I lost my aunt who was a mother to me (much more than my real mother) to cancer, I prayed that she would "visit" me, and that night, she came to me dressed in all white and with a preternatural glow that came from inside her.

I had my 1 year old baby girl with me, and I had a nagging feeling that I had to go the entire time we were there with my aunt. I asked her if people were really psychic & she told me it was only true between mothers and daughters.

I have no idea exactly what that means, but I was so comforted. Love is stronger than death.

I wanted to add that my Vulcan-like, logical to a fault, engineer husband was visited by his Dad after he died in 2008. He was in Heaven, and he was with the stinky dog he loved--my DH said there was a beautiful light all around, but it wasn't the sun. He saw that his Dad was OK. Interestingly, that's how Heaven is described in the Bible--there is no need for the sun because you are face to face with God.

 

[FrayedKnot]

My mother died of cancer 17 years ago. I was a newlywed and in a strange city immediately after she died. I had stayed with my terminally ill mother while my new husband moved for a new job. So right after her service, I packed up a moving van and joined my husband in a new home/city.

For many months, i woke up at exactly 3:05 am. (This was NOT the time Momma died, tho) I could never get back to sleep.

I had Momma's picture on my nightstand.

One night, I awoke at 3:05 as usual. Momma's picture fell over. I was exhausted after months of not sleeping, so I left it.

Next night and every night after, I slept fine.

Until my cancer scare this year......Then, I dreamed of my mother being there at my biopsy, and telling the doctor not to upset me because I was fine and not dying. At least not now.

And turns out, momma was right. I am fine. No cancer!

Death cannot keep love away.

 

[FrayedKnot]

O/T

It appears that Jean Casarez will still be with HLN whilst we lose Wonder Woman Beth! I don't get this logic. Just sharing. ttfn

I don't watch much TV, but why do "we" hate JC so much? TIA!

The times i have seen her, she had seemed quite lucid and logical.

MOO.

 

[Tiki]

My mother died of cancer 17 years ago. I was a newlywed and in a strange city immediately after she died. I had stayed with my terminally ill mother while my new husband moved for a new job. So right after her service, I packed up a moving van and joined my husband in a new home/city.

For many months, i woke up at exactly 3:05 am. (This was NOT the time Momma died, tho) I could never get back to sleep.

I had Momma's picture on my nightstand.

One night, I awoke at 3:05 as usual. Momma's picture fell over. I was exhausted after months of not sleeping, so I left it.

Next night and every night after, I slept fine.

Until my cancer scare this year......Then, I dreamed of my mother being there at my biopsy, and telling the doctor not to upset me because I was fine and not dying. At least not now.

And turns out, momma was right. I am fine. No cancer!

Death cannot keep love away.

BBM

Love is the bridge.

 

[rdhdbychoice]

on the topic of 'encounters' .....I lost my Dad in Oct 2007, he had battled Hodgins twice in the 80s & 90s and basically died from lung disease and a blood disorder that were both long term side effects of his cancer treatments. The blessing is we had him for another 20yrs that we would have never gotten without the treatments but he was only 71yrs old when he died. We were very close, my parents lived in FL and I live OH but I talked to my Dad almost daily especially in the last year of his life. I was able to be with him at the end and for that I'm grateful. It was a gut wrenching time in my life as anyone knows if they've lived through the death of someone close to them. I went from counting the days since he died to the weeks,to months and eventually it was the years.
Sorry I'm being so long winded getting to my 'encounters' they had taken the form of a totem. DRAGONFLIES....I've seen them ever since my Dad died dragonflies have buzzed around me when I needed it most. I can't give a ton of examples but it always seemed like in my darkest days there would be one flying around. I never spoke of this to my Mother but about 8 mos after Dad died I took my vacation down to FL to help my Mom clear out things from the their house since she was going to be selling it. During this visit my Mom and I ventured to my Dads favorite Starbucks. All the baristas knew him there and when my Mom walked in (her 1st time there since his passing) they all cried and hugged us both. They all talked about my Dad and that they were happy my Mom was doing ok. On our way home a dragonfly buzzed our car and followed us the whole way home. I was bawling my eyes out as I explained to my Mom that it was Daddy. This is my next tattoo!

 

[TXredhead178]

My stepdad passed away very unexpectedly almost two years ago. We held his memorial service at the cider mill where he worked every fall since retiring from his full-time job. He took a job at the cider mill, not because he needed to work, but because of how much he enjoyed being outdoors (especially in the fall) and interacting with all of the schoolchildren who he would take on hayrides throughout the orchard grounds every day. His sweet, easygoing nature endeared him to everyone he met. People who visited the cider mill where he worked would remember him from season to season, and his co-workers there adored him, too. Every evening, before leaving the orchard, he would take his tractor around the grounds one last time, to see if he might catch a glimpse of a deer in the fields or along the shore of the pond on the property. We held his memorial service there on a sunny June afternoon, with family, friends, his co-workers, and the orchard owner all attending. We gathered at the main building on the property. Once everyone arrived, we boarded a string of hay trailers, and a tractor driver pulled us out to the pond for the service, slowly winding us through the most scenic areas of the orchard along the way. As we rode along, we shared hugs, great memories and we shed many tears. In memory of my stepdad and his love of evening deer-watching, the orchard owner suggested that we keep our eyes out for any deer that we might see along the route. Though we thought it would be highly unlikely to see any in the midst of this very warm, sunny summer afternoon, we watched for deer nevertheless. About halfway into our ride, one of my nieces spotted something moving across the field, and she excitedly alerted the rest of us. As we looked in the direction she was pointing, we saw a single, full-grown doe walking across the field, calmly, and somewhat toward us. When the doe saw us, instead of running off right away as deer usually do, she stood perfectly still for moment, watching us as we passed by. She did not dash off until the last of our trailers had passed her by. Every one of us burst into joyful tears at that moment, for we all realized that was no ordinary deer, but the spirit of our beloved father, step-father, husband, grandad and friend. In that moment, we realized that he was with us still.

Thinking about what happened that day still warms our hearts and gives us comfort.

A large framed photo of my stepdad, smiling, wearing his sunglasses and cowboy hat and sitting on his tractor, is still prominently displayed in the main building of this cider mill, for all who may stop by for a visit on a crisp fall afternoon. His co-workers say the place isn't the same without him, but we all know his sprit lives on.

Thanks so much for letting me share.