His advice from beyond the veil

As I slept peacefully, I found my old 1967 Mustang. This car had been the pride of my young life. I had paid $2800. for her with a mere 500 miles on her 287 engine. Her two-tone blue leather seats and automatic stick shift kept a smile on my face as I rode along in that flashy new sports car painted an exciting metallic blue. The new leather smell was absolutely intoxicating.

I traded her in in 1973 for a family car, a Plymouth Satellite. But it was the ’67 Ford Mustang that stole my 18 year-old heart and never really released it.

So there I was with my found jewel. My ’67 Mustang. I took my younger sister for a ride. We were both very excited, though my Mustang was in sad shape. She was rusted all around the edges. The engine ran, but roughly. The blue carpet was in good shape, though dusty and faded.

I drove to where my Dad was. He had loved the car, too. I couldn’t wait to show him my find.

He sat beneath the wheel and took a spin with us. Though I must admit, it was not the ride he had taken fifty-two years ago when he took her up to 120 mph on I-95 before I, clutching my throat, begged him, “Slow down, Daddy, please!”

So in this dream of mine, my night-time visit with Dad, coasted to a stop as I asked him, “So what do you think, Dad? Do you think she would be worth investing some money into fixing her up?” When he didn’t answer right away, I prodded him. “Should I look into having her restored?”

“It depends on how much you want it,” he looked at me seriously.

So this was his advice.

I woke up realizing, as much as the car used to please me. It would not be the same today. I would not invest a lot of time and money attempting to make something old new. Something which even if it were right off the assembly line would not thrill me as it did back in the day.

But Dad’s advice keeps rolling around in my head. “It depends on how much you want it.” That was his advice from his side of the veil to my side here among the living on planet Earth. Even though he passed-on nearly seven years ago, my Dad’s advice is still spot-on and I would do well to heed it.

What do I want enough to put my all into it, at this stage of the game?

My writing career! So, here I am Dad, giving it my all…

Life after death

My deceased friend Naji visited me in my sleep again last night! I am always so happy to see her again. This was a dream-like visit where there were several messages only realized upon awakening.

Naji and I were in her old house in Waterville. I was painting the woodwork inside a window frame for her, while she was readying for a trip.

Her husband and her son had both already died. Naji was about to take a trip where she would recover from her loss.

She walked into the bathroom, where I stood painting. “Oh Naji,” I said, “you look beautiful!” And she surely did. I’d never seen her look better.

I was not finished with my painting when Naji’s ride arrived. I remember her house was empty of all furniture and belongings. I did not think anything of that until I woke up from my sleep.

We decided that I would finish the painting after Naji was gone. I kissed her good-bye and told her, “I will be here when you get back.” She didn’t answer, she just looked me in the eye. That gave me an uneasy feeling like perhaps she knew something that I did not; perhaps she would not be coming back.

We decided I would ride with her for her departure (from the airport?) As we rode in the car, I reassured her several times that I would be there when she returned. (Even as I reassured her that I would be there, I knew I would not be there for long, because I was moving on too.) She never answered that. I began to fear how I would get back from this ‘ride.’ We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek. I expressed my concern about how I would return. I snapped awake!

I had returned.

As I’ve written before, Naji is probably my most frequent night-time visitor.

So what were the messages in this visit from beyond the veil? First, she did indeed recover from the loss of her husband and son beyond the veil!

Secondly —Probably the fact that Naji’s house was empty of all furniture and belongings was an attempt to show me that she no longer lived there.

Thirdly— the fact that she never responded to my telling her I would be there when she returned should have clued me in that she would not be returning to her house. Well, it did after I awoke (or returned to my body.) As so often happens, many of the ‘clues’ only make sense upon awakening.

Fourth—that feeling that I would soon be moving? Perhaps I will join Naji beyond the veil, soon? But what is ‘soon’ in God’s time?

It just occurred to me, perhaps painting that window frame was a clue too. I painted it a nice bright white. Perhaps that represented the window opened (which it was) between Naji and I—the opening in the veil. It was after all, where Naji appeared to me and looked SO beautiful.

I love my little friend and I am ever so grateful for each and every visit from her. I am also grateful for the reassurance she has given me concerning life-after-death. Until next time, thank you, Naji!

Don’t sweep your differences under the rug.

My latest visit beyond the veil is very different from any other that I remember.

I witnessed two friends who passed-on, separately, a few years ago. They were having a fairly calm conversation trying to iron out a strong disagreement they had several years before they passed-away. It had been a strong and very emotional disagreement. However, they found a way to move beyond the disagreement and continue their friendship.

Now, however, they are attempting to iron out their differences.

I am left wondering why I was given an audience for this scene. I can only think that perhaps my friends wanted to make sure that I realized that problems in a relationship must be resolved.

It is our choice when and where ~ Here or on the other side of the veil. We can choose to work things out here. Or, we can sweep it under the rug. But we must realize that these differences will remain and they will cross over to the other side with us, where we must ultimately work through them.

So, be aware my friends. Don’t sweep your differences under the rug.

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.

A real visit, or just a dream?

Last night, a ~ l o n g ~ dragged out dream starring my mother (who passed away 3 years ago,) my father (who passed away 6 years past,) and myself who lives yet, in the flesh and blood.

Several other living, family members floated in and out of the action.

So, am I here to report another astral visit from my parents beyond the veil?

No, I am not. I believe it is important to recognize the difference between a ‘real visit’ from the other side, and ‘just a dream.’

As I said, this dream dragged on and on. Not only did it not feel like a ‘real visit,’ it just ran on too long. You see, when ever I have a visit from a spirit/soul from beyond the veil, I am always aware that the time is short. I know they cannot remain here with me, for long. The visit is always brief.

In those ‘real visits,’ I try to not talk much and use up our time. My goal is to let them communicate anything they desire to pass on, before our visit ends.

If you are new to this, remember to write down your dreams, immediately upon waking. And if you’re wondering if it was a ‘real visit’ or ‘just a dream’ ~ ask yourself, were you aware that the time allotted was very short.

If you remember it as a dream that rambled on, without time being an issue, it was probably just a dream.

After you become accustomed to these ‘dreams’ and ‘real visits,’ and have journaled them for a while, you will find it quite easy to recognize the difference.

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Where Sin Increased

Am very excited! My novel WHERE SIN INCREASED, will soon be available on Amazon.

This story deals with life here and in the hereafter, so it will likely appeal to many of my readers. The passages where one passes from this life to eternal life beyond the veil, are eye opening.

I will be sure to post here once the book goes live. Stay tuned!