What a journey – so called “death” – and the subsequent after-shocks for those left behind. It’s called processing and more adjustments. Many many people are leaving the planet currently, and in my opinion, too many thousands from the devil-disease, cancer. Something needs to radically shift, however that’s another conversation. 2016 is the year of closures, finishing and completions -gearing us for new beginnings- and yet it can also be overwhelming when the stress and loss feel too great, the process complicated for those left in the aftermath.

Yesterday my dad was at the threshold, the bridge between the worlds. I could see him with this semi-circle group of souls greeting him with love. His two best buddies from childhood, his Canadian college roommate, his grand parents, my mom’s parents, his great grampa, my husband Dale on the right. His parents were farther in the back, but not in the main team. I was on dad’s right, seeing the spectrum before him.

My great gramma Jenny, whom I’ve never met in this life, drew me to her. We held hands between the ethers as she smiled an endlessly deep expression of love into my eyes. She told me, dad was a smart child, curious but also cautious, (an attribute I wouldn’t have expected as he’s always been rather intrepid and bold and reckless and a man’s man) however as a young child she encouraged his strength and confidence to offset his normal proclivities. She shared his “team of soul connections,” essentially family members of eons, had been gathering at the “gate” with outstretched loving arms to show dad the way across the chasm, the bridge between the worlds. She enumerated several souls were with me as well, supporting this new journey of business building with both Ross Electric and my own. It helped me relax even further.

After a moment of contemplation, Dad eased back into the shadows behind me. I knew without a doubt he wasn’t quite ready to pull his silver chord, cross the bridge into his next chapter, his new destination. I could also tell because he was still sensing and seeing himself as an old man rather than young and vibrant, the way a soul sees itself as it crosses over and disengages from the body.  However, the messages I’ve been receiving are very clear, reminiscent of when Dale, my late husband, crossed in January. Dad is nearly there. Only love, a bit of stubbornness tossed with some lingering fear, are keeping him in an outmoded, zero-quality-of-life body.

I know I’m facing another letting go very soon of someone who’s been a huge vital component, my hero, in this life. However, from my continued conversations, visitations, dreams – the multi-universal worlds merge and coalesce, overlap and expand in unison,   essentially weaving unity consciousness. Our loved ones are always nano-seconds away. The only thing truly missing after someone passes through the shiny veil is the physical touch, because everything else is viable and available if we only continue the conversation and belief. They are light-consciousness, without time and physical form, perfected form in another frequency, much like red and violet are different frequencies yet having value and substance in a broader context.

After my time with dad at the bridge, I heard Dale very clearly say my name out loud. It woke me out of my meditative state. He continues to remind me he’s around, being funny, supporting my progress with his company. Now my company. He’s ready too to greet my dad and share the multidimensional adventures he’s experiencing. All life in body and beyond the physical is exceptional. We are the only ones who hold ourselves from embracing the spectacular.

Will you join me?

Cosmic sunshine to you.