While viewing the third video of my Egyptian adventure and working on the next book a surprise comes at the end. Footage of a birthday trip WOW graciously agree to take with me plays of the time we spent in St. John. “Let it go,” I hear . “I am you. You are me. We are one.” I then see her in my mind’s eye, as she was in physicality, pat me on the head before her energy dissipates.
Days later at the end of January 2023, the Magnavox display screen switches all by itself from AV2, which I use to watch DVDs to HDMI so I tap in to sense WOW’s energies once again. She speaks of completed karmic contracts in few words as I immediately get the download, knowing contracts are complete with everyone known as blood family and friends. “Have fun and add joy to life”, I hear, a repeated message that I continue to look forward to because these terms are experienced in totally different aspects by totally different states of consciousness. Having left the state of ignorance I am now seemingly alone physically. “Add more people to your life,” flashes into my mind and then “invites will come soon.” The following week I’m amazed to experience an explosion of people wanting to be Facebook friends, most of them appearing to posess higher states of awareness with large followings. Since at least 400 people dropped friendship over the past three years, it’s now a laborious process to approve friends, within two weeks I again achieve that 5K mark where no more are allowed but people can choose to follow posts.
While working on the new book near sunset on 2-15-2023, I hear a noise coming from the kitchen, as if something fell to the floor, and so I rise to investigate. Two plastic 32-ounce yogurt container lids sit on the floor. A strong sense permeates my brain, of WOW and knowing that right in this moment of now family releases her ashes, finally, more than seven years after her physical departure. These lids sat on top of yogurt containers stored behind a heavy sheet like material meant to keep dust from shelves. Obviously, to me, it took a bit of energy to levitate them off the lids just enough to move them beyond the barrier without disturbing the containers.
“Well, that was a really good trick,” I calmly voice to seemingly empty air. “I see you are using energy in more different ways to get my attention.”
“Feel my JOY, I’m FREE Momma!” fills brain cells as watch sun setting beyond the kitchen window. Upon closing both eyes I see an image much like a video, with WOW’s energy, now appearing as a very small wispy white trail weaving in, and out, and all around a circle of people I know are family and her best friend.
“Thanks for coming to include me,” I announce still feeling her JOY, just as I felt Momma’s and DAD’s upon their experience of leaving human form. Exquisite JOY moves me well beyond the thoughts of a human mother not even invited or alerted of the release. Clearly, we are all in our own world experiencing and expressing with like-minded people as humanity continues to move through the process of awakening.
By the way, the bridge image was one WOW posted on her Facebook page to remind family that she wanted her ashes spread from the Bahia Honda Bridge (holding years of fond family vacation memories), just as her brother’s were.
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While viewing the third video of my Egyptian adventure and working on the next book a surprise comes at the end. Footage of a birthday trip WOW graciously agree to take with me plays of the time we spent in St. John. “Let it go,” I hear . “I am you. You are me. We are one.” I then see her in my mind’s eye, as she was in physicality, pat me on the head before her energy dissipates.
Days later at the end of January 2023, the Magnavox display screen switches all by itself from AV2, which I use to watch DVDs to HDMI so I tap in to sense WOW’s energies once again. She speaks of completed karmic contracts in few words as I immediately get the download, knowing contracts are complete with everyone known as blood family and friends. “Have fun and add joy to life”, I hear, a repeated message that I continue to look forward to because these terms are experienced in totally different aspects by totally different states of consciousness. Having left the state of ignorance I am now seemingly alone physically. “Add more people to your life,” flashes into my mind and then “invites will come soon.” The following week I’m amazed to experience an explosion of people wanting to be Facebook friends, most of them appearing to posess higher states of awareness with large followings. Since at least 400 people dropped friendship over the past three years, it’s now a laborious process to approve friends, within two weeks I again achieve that 5K mark where no more are allowed but people can choose to follow posts.
While working on the new book near sunset on 2-15-2023, I hear a noise coming from the kitchen, as if something fell to the floor, and so I rise to investigate. Two plastic 32-ounce yogurt container lids sit on the floor. A strong sense permeates my brain, of WOW and knowing that right in this moment of now family releases her ashes, finally, more than seven years after her physical departure. These lids sat on top of yogurt containers stored behind a heavy sheet like material meant to keep dust from shelves. Obviously, to me, it took a bit of energy to levitate them off the lids just enough to move them beyond the barrier without disturbing the containers.
“Feel my JOY, I’m FREE Momma!” fills brain cells as watch sun setting beyond the kitchen window. Upon closing both eyes I see an image much like a video, with WOW’s energy, now appearing as a very small wispy white trail weaving in, and out, and all around a circle of people I know are family and her best friend.
“Thanks for coming to include me,” I announce still feeling her JOY, just as I felt Momma’s and DAD’s upon their experience of leaving human form. Exquisite JOY moves me well beyond the thoughts of a human mother not even invited or alerted of the release. Clearly, we are all in our own world experiencing and expressing with like-minded people as humanity continues to move through the process of awakening.
