| The Demand for Physical Proof: About three years ago, after about 6 years of ADCs by telepathy, synchronicity, like the rose and the Frog Prince, I about had a meltdown because I had felt Bryan's presence the previous night, felt all the LOVE that envelops me in his presence, even my favorite ADC of his energy being the smile on my face; I was upset because I kept reading others ADCs with electricity and moving objects and worried that maybe I really was crazy and was making this stuff up and it existed only in my head. So, I demanded, DEMANDED, that he do something physical to let me know he is really with me. A little while later that morning, I was standing in front of my dresser looking for the earrings I wanted to wear the next day. I found them and went to put the pair in a small enameled box and dropped one. I watched its path so that I could see where the earring, post attached, would fall. When it got to my knee a swirling black vapor appeared and, the earring disappeared. I checked everywhere under the dresser even though I'd not heard the expected faint thud, and even though I knew the earring never made it to the floor. I remember talking to spirit, whomever that was, requesting that the earring be returned by tomorrow. I had already forgotten my confrontation to Bryan just an hour or two prior! The next morning I was getting ready to leave and went to fetch the earrings I'd put away in the box on the dresser the day before. I opened the box and was shaken to find only one of my favorite post earrings. Where was the other, what happened, how could this be? All of a sudden I was standing with my arms apart, hands in the air and into each hand fell a small object; one hand held the earring, the other the earring back! The earring had fallen with the back attached! Then, I remembered the series of events from the day before, the demand, the earring falling and disappearing. I cried, I laughed out loud; I was so overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude, with awe at what someone on the other side can do; what the power of love can do! What this magnificent soul did for me! |
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| How Can I Be So Sure? After eight years of ADCs via telepathic communication, hearing those certain songs at coincidental times, coming from other people in my life, and Bryan doing just about everything I asked*, one day all on his own volition, without any prompting from me of any kind, this happened: On this morning as I got ready to go back to the city I was also lurking on the ADC message board and wrote this in response to someones post: Your necklace honoring John's memories is a beautiful way to keep him alive and present with you... without the pain. I was given a beautiful turquoise heart pendant by a friend one year for the holidays and I started wearing it all the time. I always had one or two necklaces prior and lazy as I am, and not a morning person with time to spare for changing jewelry before work, I tend to wear the same one over and over. Then my sister gave me a gold pendant ( I wear silver everything else) of three hearts attached vertically, one for each of their (our) cats. I cared for them one week while she and her hubby were away; so, now I wear 4 hearts around my neck... the three could be for all the love there is and the fourth for - and more! But... I do wear symbols of LOVE around my neck! A little while later, I wrote, This is so weird: The chains on the necklaces are so intertwined and getting 2 knots that I have to spend time I need for other things on my way back to the city, unraveling these small delicate chains. Hmmm... And a bit later, I added this: And this is weirder: When I went to the table to deal with the entangled chains, there they lay, side by side, completely apart, each chain wound neatly around its pendant; no tangles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This really happened. The only other living creature in the house with me was Misha the cat and he is not THAT talented. It happened on the 19th of April, Bryan passed on the 17th. I believe there is a connection. *The only thing he never provided is the two words I wished to see on the computer screen. Maybe he's saving that for a special time.... |
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| A Vision of Healing: I get so upset that survivors of suicides have also to deal with the worry that their loved one is suffering still on the other side.... I had a REMARKABLE experience after Bryan's suicide FYI: Bryan was a Vietnam vet suffering post traumatic stress disorder and he succumbed to the poor judgment of that illness. I also believe that someone who acts to end their own life, and even the life of anyone else, is also suffering from a mental illness and my God, the God of love and kindness that I know does not punish the ill. |
| One day I saw flowers being delivered to someone at work and, feeling sorry for myself, I complained to no one in particular, God in general, that I have no boyfriends, husband, therefore, no flower deliveries. During a visit shortly after, I heard him say that he would send me a rose. It is usual that I forget when either I ask for, or he promises a particular ADC and a few days later, on the way to work I noticed a woman carrying a bouquet of pink roses. I remembered the promise and wondered, Hey, where's my rose? When I got to work and opened my e-mail, the first message was from a woman from an online grief support group who had sent all the mothers grieving for their children a pink rose. Even though I was not a grieving mother, I got the promised rose that morning. |
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| A few days ago I felt Bryan's presence and then had thoughts of him being my Frog Prince and he calling me a frog Princess. (Our frog thing has a history to be explained later.) I challenged those thoughts, complaining that these are the kind whose origin I find difficult to discern. I heard Bryan tell me that he would show me proof in a pertinent ADC soon. Well, I opened this site unintentionally just now... and ta-da!!! And this was what I found posted at the After-Death message board first thing one morning: Posted by Sheila: If anyone has read my posts here, (ADC message board) you know frog incidents are huge ADCs for me and my family. Not only is there a good reason for them, but someone on the other side has confirmed they are real. I had recently asked my husband to try sending me an ADC through my co-worker without her realizing it. He did: I work as a Librarian at a local library. One co-worker is very closed minded to receiving any ADCs from the other side. Last night as we were getting ready to close, she called another librarian to show her something strange in our computer book catalogue. She had a book in her hand and was pointing out that its title was in German in the catalogue. She looked at the book and there was no German in it anywhere, including the title page. Both she and the librarian were mystified. I was watching her and glanced at the book title. I quietly said, "I know why". The title was The Frog Prince. |
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| A few months after Bryan passed I had a recurring dream for 5 consecutive nights in which I went to the hospital to visit him and a nurse was walking with him down the hall. He was attached to one of those walkers by tubes and wires all over the place and his eyes held the same wild-eyed look he had the last time I saw him alive. I didn't think he even knew I was there but the nurse assured me he did. She kept telling me to tell him that I love him, that he knew I was there and needed to feel my love. When I would awake each of those mornings my heart quickened for an instant thinking that Bryan was getting better and that he'd be ok soon.... then I'd be more awake and fully aware it was only a dream, he really was gone and not coming back.... Three weeks after this dream I was given a book, Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts. Seth is a spirit channeled through Jane who describes the spirit life and the meaning of our earthly lives. I read a chapter about what happens to those souls who pass not expecting to continue on in consciousness.... and in it Seth describes a place very much like the hospital setting in which I visited Bryan. Seth said that everyone, including those who pass from drug overdose, suicide, are greeted by guardian angels who help them cross.... when they do not expect to have consciousness and are not ready to deal with their problems, they are taken care of with lots of TLC and healed back to consciousness and ability to go on in spirit growth. I am positive that I was on the other side with Bryan those 5 nights, I am positive that suicides receive all the LOVE and LIGHT the rest of us do when we cross over.... Please, be sure that your loved ones are not being punished, they are lovingly cared for and guided back to health. |
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| Bryan was brilliant; he was brilliantly funny, observant and perceptive. He held a responsible social consciousness, and most likely would have gone into law or government to make a difference, striving for the basic needs and dignity in the lives of all humans he met. But in the end, what looked like crazy was: Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome He killed himself three days after having a reunion dinner with an army buddy. I had seen him the week before and his eyes looked wildly troubled. If I had known there was a time limit, I would have made sure I reached him by phone that week instead of waiting until the following week to make plans to get together to talk. I once blurted out that I thought we made a great team. I believe we are in this, in sharing healing love, it feels so holy, so blessed, from God, whatever God is exactly. I know that the ways in which Bryan was able to manifest the LOVE he transmits, the love he directs at me, are miracles of what love can do; LOVE is a verb! ADCs come in dreams, in teleportation, spontaneously and unexpected, requested, demanded, and even promised. |
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| My Soul Supporters I am forever grateful to Kaye for being the creator of this website where we share the intention to support others to ease on down this road, stopping only briefly at the I Must Be Crazy Intersections. A sweet thing just happened: In my room in the background, on the show, Jeopardy, I heard, Brian's Song. In my mind I said, "Hi, Sweetie", and blew Bryan a kiss. As if in response, the next words said were, Heaven Can Wait. Hmm... brought me back to when it first occurred to me to write about reincarnation. I was on the train out to Northport on a Friday after work. On Saturday morning, unusual for me to be up before 10, but I was, on my way out the door at 10 am on a lovely fall Saturday morning. As I reached down to pick up the remote to turn the TV off I heard announced that Heaven Can Wait was the next scheduled attraction. I put down the keys, took off my coat, and sat down to watch. That was the beginning of a most remarkable journey. It started off nuts but it got better two years later when I found the after-death website that helped me adjust to, and believe in my experiences of having ADCs via telepathy, auditory, songs, teleportation and rearrangement of matter. I spent way too much time feeling crazy, however, NOW is all there is and NOW is fine. I,d never have gotten here without the remarkably loving Guggenheims*, Christine Duminiak* and message board friends and family. And, my bloods, my sisters Nancy and Laurie and my best brothers-in-law in the world, Bob and Dan, and one of my best friends and favorite humans, my nephew Michael; I finally was able to get comfortable with my world of ADCs. Pretty weird, but true *Judith Guggenheim and Bill Guggenheim, authors of Hello From Heaven, and Will Guggenheim, web host of www.after-death.com *Christine Duminiak, proprietor of Prayer Wave/afterdeath friends website, author of God's Gift of Love: After Death Communications |
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| YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE On a recent sunny Saturday afternoon I walked along Seventh Avenue towards The Long Island Railroad at Penn Station anticipating a wonderful afternoon spent with my sisters, their husbands, and extended family members. We are a lucky group; all the in-laws, including the three children, really love each other, and our chemistry mixes to create lively, creative, and fun adventures. As I made my way along the crowded New York City sidewalk, into my head popped the song You Are My Sunshine. I sensed the presence, in spirit, of my long departed sweetheart, Bryan, sending me a message. He had begun using this song, right before I heard it in the movie O Brother Where Art Thou, as one of the many signs I'd been receiving for the past five years. I wondered what message I would receive next as I allowed the song to play in my mind and I silently sang it to him. I was greeted at the family party with the usual exchange of hugs and kisses, happy to see yous, don't you look wonderfuls, and lots of good food to eat. It didn't take too long before my sister's brother-in-law, whose name is also Bryan, pulled out his movie camera. He is in the process of creating a movie compilation of all the family and friends get togethers since forever, it seems; at least a decade before our families joined forces just seven years ago. My sister's brother-in-law called out his command for the set-up of today's shoot, a line-up of the three sisters on the couch. We sat, as directed, and Bryan requested that the three of us sing together the song, You Are My Sunshine. I was so thrilled and excited and would only share that I had been singing this song on my way to the train station. For some reason, my other sister's husband wanted to join in and led as we warbled in the style of the Soggy Bottom Boys rendition, from the above movie. A few weeks later, I finally felt comfortable enough to inform brother-in-law, Bryan, that my late sweetheart was also named Bryan, and that it was no coincidence that You Are My Sunshine was the song he'd thought of for us to sing. |
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| A Dream I had in 2004: For the past few months before going to sleep I have asked for a dream visit with Bryan. Last night after finally falling asleep, I had a dream and in it was my sister's brother-in-law, Bryan. I woke up and LOL, noooo, I said, noooo, not that Bryan... very funny! I went back to sleep and guess who showed up...the Bryan I had specifically requested! This dream was like the few others I have had with him. In them, he shows up and I am so grateful that he's not dead, that he's just been away healing from an illness... Last night, as in all (maybe 4 all together) my dreams of him, he was tired and needed to rest... I wanted him to stay but he had to go see his mother and didn't know when he'd be back for me. He showed me a note with the things he wanted to talk to his family about. Then he was gone and my father handed me a note Bryan had left and it was the note about his mom and family, but he had written in darker ink.....Relax, Robin, let the dream begin, and I knew it meant that he'd be back and.... we would be together for good. It feels so real today, and I miss him soooo much! It was so great to sit on his lap and kiss him. Ooooh.... I can't wait to see him again for real. But, of course, I will wait as long as it takes... Just wanted to share that if you keep asking for a dream, eventually, it will happen! With all the LOVE there is to make dreams come true |
| Terms of Endearment For Eternity This is the story of how Frogs came to be a sign that Bryan sometimes uses to say Hi : The first and only “fight” we ever had was in front of a group of our friends at the library (in college). I was the last one to arrive for a planned meeting we had at the library, and I don’t remember the reason our diverse group decided to meet there in the first place; some of us were in the same classes, most of us were not. When I arrived there was an empty seat facing Bryan and as I took my seat I blurted, without any premeditated thought, “Hey, Frogface”. I was so mortified because I had used a term of affection in front of everyone and we were not yet an item. (I was already head over heels for him). Well, his response was to stammer and stutter, well, well….um, er, “Hebe!”, and I burst out laughing because I knew there was a great big misunderstanding. Why would he use a racial slur? He was all red in the face and looked ready to explode with anger. Turns out that Frog is a somewhat derogatory name for French peeps because they consider frogs’ legs a delicacy. I had no idea, liberal, loving upbringing that I had! Bryan was incredulous that I’d never heard that term before, and, later he told me that was one of the reasons why he was so intrigued by me… that I, from suburban New York City, was so different than other women he knew, from far up in the North Country of Vermont. I love that FROG also stands for" Fully Rely On God" and I do believe that is part of his message in using the Frog references as signs. He is such a good, sweet soul. A little note worth mentioning: about five years ago my friend and I went out to dinner to celebrate Christmas/Chanukah. When Bev handed me her beautifully wrapped gift, it included a miniature replica of a frog. She was so embarrassed saying that she had no idea why she had to put that on a Christmas gift. I told her I knew… that Bryan had come through her to wish us both Happy Holidays! I love it when he comes through my friends and family! |