I shuffled my iTunes music as I sat to write today. The first song on the playlist was “Over the Rainbow,” by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, the song my kids sang at my wedding in 2007. First song played as I sit here to write about my regular communication with my husband on the “other side of the veil.” I sit here laughing at the perfect message, the gift. Next song is a Dan Folgelberg song, “Wandering Shepherd” an old spiritualist song, and now, “The Spirit Trail,” again by Dan Folgelberg. And I haven’t yet begun the story of the last five weeks. Dale is being very communicative today.

I picked up his ashes an hour ago. They’re going into a large Starbucks cardboard container, mixed in with a few grounds. He was a Starbucks addict, it’s all too fitting. We are going to share him with the “Mother Tree,” in an alder grove along the Lewis River this summer. As I put the box in the backseat, instead of the passenger seat, I could hear him in my right ear, always my right ear, “Hey, why shotgun? What, am I not handsome enough?” The twinkle in his eyes and voice palpable. I laughed. So Dale.

The Mother Tree

But I need to regress and start at the beginning of the conversations. They began on my birthday at the end of January, three days after his body died, three days after his fully conscious crossing to the universal expansiveness of consciousness. First I could see him out of the corner of my eye, could feel his presence. In our letting go and grief, the “other worldly” connections are extremely difficult as the soul energy can’t break through the tight grip of emotional clouds over a person’s energy field. It’s too thick with overlaying of lower emotional vibrations. It’s when we open up, relax, trust all is well with the world and universe, our loved ones happy, content, excited and peaceful in another world, that communication is not only possible, it’s viable on a regular basis. It’s up to us to believe and make it possible. I made a conscious choice to relax and trust what I know to be true.

Due to me walking the “bridge between the worlds” with him, my intuition was ready and open to communicate. As I drove back from our cabin to re-enter the world after his crossing, the night after the first dream, (read Til Death Do Us Part) his energetic body was in the passenger seat teasing me it was filled with too many things and no room for him. He laughingly commented “that for the first time he was comfortable in my car, a bonus for being out of body.” I have individual heating, both the driver and passenger can have the perfect temp. I have mine set on 80. His was always 65. Now he was happy; the temp didn’t impact him. And while I’m on “heating,” last week I was driving home from the beach and there was all this cool air in the car. Both sides were set high. I altered the settings on the passenger side. Still cold air. I turned it up to 84, the highest setting. It finally started to warm, then a few minutes later, the air was cold again. Are you kidding at 84? I shook my head, got “it,” asked Dale nicely to please quit playing with the gauges. As soon as I acknowledged him the heat went back on. Too funny.

The first weekend alone after his passing, I began a playlist of songs for his life celebration. I pulled up my song list on my phone to create a specific set of favorites. It was hilarious. Dale messed with my phone for at least three hours. I would pull up an artist and their songs, the phone then would randomly begin playing a song in the middle of the list or would change into another song. I finally asked him to choose the songs he liked best- I thought it’d be easier. He actually messes with my cell regularly, interrupting conversations with music then flipping back to the caller. This has happened four times now. As I write now my iPad is definitely doing a interstellar cosmic dance with his forever fingers messing with the keyboard.

My son and I decided we want to create an “other-worldly” app for souls to have earthly conversations. You know, like texting with crossed-over loved ones, gods, Angels, guides, helper beings and immortals. What do you think? Awesome, right? The vibrations on devices must be in better “dimensional-connection-accordance,” because for me it happens so regularly, just like digital cameras can capture orbs. So why not, I ask? Our science is helping merge the gaps between the various realities through new technologies. It’s exciting as our worlds coalesce and converge and melt into one we’ll have more opportunities to play in broader fields of potentiality.

I have a location, a magical locale, I meet Dale if I need longer conversations versus the snippets of dialogue and messages during the day. He’s shared some misnomers I had in my beliefs on crossing and life reviews and timing. Being human I’d rationally put the time sequence into an earthly pattern. Not true. It’s much bigger, broader, more expansive. He’d already experienced major shifts in consciousness, a life review, a soul directive/direction, was attending for lack of better terms, engineering-inventioning-tech universal universities to help seed the earthly experience “now” and to utilize in another incarnation, all in 24/48 hour earth clock. Being in “soul-ness” there is no time, rather timelessness. He explained it was as if he’d had hundreds of years in our day process. Not that it always works in that particular calculation as each soul dictates its own experience, its swift or slow progress and process of being. As we expand at this 3D earth level, souls sojourning across the universal dimensions expand. Thus time varies based on the “soul-local” and limiting or expanding experiences and beliefs even when we have left our bodies. Our beliefs follow us in our memories and energetic imprints. Dale embraced the energetic body/spirit/soul change when he chose to leave consciously, taking his can-do attitude forward. He wanted to accelerate in soul wisdom as a counterbalance to his limiting earth beliefs that had held him back while in body. He’s choosing to hang around the earth level currently to assist and help resolve unfinished commitments and tie-up loose ends. I know he’ll be around whenever I need. I know he’s helping maneuver the electrical roads of his contracting business as I donn the hat of electrical company president while maintaining my intuitive business.

I’ve also seen a future moment when his soul matrix enters a man here on the planet, where I have the opportunity to see his eyes sparkle and his dimples dance. It’s my indicator he’s watching, guiding my hand to my next earth relationship. It was as real as the vision I’d had of his death in 2004. I trust what I see.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

ISRAEL KAMAKAWIWO’OLE LYRICS

“Over The Rainbow”

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of
Dreams really do come true

Someday, I wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dare to
Oh why, oh why can’t I?

Well, I see trees of green and red roses too
I’ll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Well, I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark
And I think to myself what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
And also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands saying
How do you do?
They’re really saying I, I love you

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more then we’ll know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
World

Someday I wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That’s where you’ll find me

Oh, somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dare to
Why oh, why can’t I?

Ooh, ooh