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My miraculous visit

I can barely wait to get this typed and tell you of the most incredible experience of my life! It happened early this morning about 2:00 AM. Twenty-five days after my husband, Mike, passed-away.

I tossed and turned for a couple of hours — just couldn’t sleep. I noticed that light spilled out into the hall from my sister’s room. So she was awake too.

I slipped from my bed and made a bathroom run. Once back in my bed, I rolled onto my right side and closed my eyes. Okay, Susanne, you need to get some sleep, I told myself.

I stiffened as I felt tracks across the bottom of my bed — like you would feel if a big cat or your dog walked beneath you feet, across the bed. I have no animals, though.

I realized it was a spirit and I was a little uneasy. I wanted to speak out loud but decided against it, because I didn’t want my sister, in the next room, to hear me and think I had lost my mind.

So I simply thought in my mind, “Mike is that you?” The stepping moved up alongside my back. “Mike, if it is you, please tap me twice on the butt.” Two incredible thumbs patted the top of my hip as I lie there on my side. The thumps were accompanied by a strong, tingling shock. It didn’t hurt, but like an electrical shock.

I began to weep and told him over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you so much!”

“Mike, tap me twice more if the answer is yes. Are you happy, Mike?”

Two more taps with electrical shocks which were even stronger and traveled through the top quarter, in depth, of my body. Then he patted me from my hip, up along my side and I felt that same electric shock with every pat.

I was completely taken over with weeping. Finally, realizing that the spirits never stay long, I asked, “Mike are you still here?”

He had departed, leaving me with the greatest gift a wife could ever ask for. I thanked him and told him I loved him, yet again.

I called my sister to my bedside, had her lie down with me, and told her of my miraculous visit.

Folks, they say he died. But believe me, he is not dead! And he is happy!

Moving on

Good visit with my deceased sister-in-law last night.

She had one of her children there with her, though I did not actually ‘see’ the child, I knew the child was there. (Makes me wonder if my sister-in-law miscarried a baby.) My sister-in-law had moved to a new place, where I went to visit her. It was strange, in that it sat on water. I had to walk through a bit of water and then cross a rickety deck to get in to her place. It was tricky. I wondered why…

My sister-in-law and I sat at a table and had a good talk. At one point, she looked at me and asked “Who ARE you?” I knew she knew that I was Sue. But she was asking something more.

I answered her, “I am your sister-in-law and I love you always.”

She smiled and relaxed at this. In life, we had never been too sure of each other’s feeling for the other. Perhaps because of outside interference…

A small crystal bowl sat on the table in front of her. I noticed a crystal rosary was in the bowl with the cross and first few beads spilled out over the edge. I told her, “I’m so happy to see that you have the rosary with you. Say it often.”

I also asked her if she was familiar with the divine chaplet. She said no. “I’ll bring it to you next time,” I told her. “You say it on your rosary beads but it’s a different prayer and very beautiful.” I wondered if she would do the spoken prayer or the sung version.

We also spoke of her and my brother’s love for one another. She is beginning to understand, and accept, the real reason they divorced.

I’m glad we met and resolved things between us and that she is moving on peacefully. I will always love her and miss her.

Born again

Last night I dreamed that the granddaughter of a friend died. The young lady had yet to reach her twentieth birthday. I went to what I suppose was her wake.

Not in a coffin, she was laid out atop a white sheet, on something like a stretcher. She wore pink pajamas, like the footed Carters that babies wear.

People were gathered in groups whispering, embracing each other, and crying; but no one was near the body of the deceased. I went over to her and noticed she stirred. I knew she was dead but I was not surprised when she opened her eyes and looked up at me, as I caressed her brow.

“You’re the calm one,” she smiled at me. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I smiled back at her.

She closed her eyes and departed.

Upon waking I pondered this dream. The young lady appeared to have a normal-sized head, but much smaller body than she does in life and she was dressed in those pink Carter-like pajamas. What did that mean?

Perhaps, it signified that she was born-again?

I know that while I felt genuine love and closeness with this young lady, I did not mourn her passing. I experienced joy in my soul for her, even while feeling deep sympathy for her family and loved ones.

KIRKUS REVIEW

I am absolutely thrilled with the KIRKUS REVIEW I just received! My readers here have seen this book, WHERE SIN INCREASED, pictured here with a link to Amazon, because it deals with death and the other side, beyond the veil.

Take a look at this review, comparing me favorably with Stephen King!

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/sue-baumgardner/where-sin-increased-but-where-sin-increased-grace-/

Thank you so much for your interest in my writing and in my subject matter.

I forgive you. Now go and be happy.

That ‘best friend’ of mine came to visit me in dreamland, again last night. It’s been nearly three years since she died. (But we all know they don’t really die; they just pass-on to another dimension, outside the body.)

In this dream, she was stealing from me, again… All my jewelry this time. She had two accomplices who were also supposed to be my friends. But I didn’t much care about their involvement. It was her involvement, her betrayal, that just tore my guts out.

In the end, I faced her and told her, “I am not going to let this hurt me all over again. And I don’t want you to suffer for it either. It’s all in the past and I forgive you. Now I’m taking this and placing it at the foot of the cross. That’s where it belongs. I won’t carry it any longer. We can let it go, now.” Then I told her, “go and be happy.”

It’s a miracle that we can work through this, even after she has passed. But I do believe that is exactly what is happening. I’m getting my best friend back. For me, it’s almost like Lazarus on the fourth day after his death.

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