Okay we all love ghost stories, right? Well these really aren’t “Ghost” messages per say as much the continuing saga of my husband and even my dad, however dad’s was more of an ass-whooping to Dale. But I’ll get to that in a moment.
Last week in the early morning it was chilly. I’m hunkered under my covers half awake with my cat Tao curled up tight under my arm and Charlie the wonder dog asleep at the foot of the bed. The sunlight was coming across the room starting to illuminate the early morning hour. All was peaceful. Very quiet. I’m on the Reservoir living off grid so there are no added sounds. Then I heard very distinctive noises below. Footsteps on the lower deck. I’m thinking “Okay. Did I invite someone up I don’t remember and they came early?” Seriously I was wracking my brain. Then I hear a light cough as if someone wants to get my attention. Okay here’s the kicker. Both cat and dog sit up alert. Tao is actively looking at the sliding door. Charlie sits up listening also looking towards the sliding door and outside deck.
I decide I’d better check it out. I quietly get up and walk to my son’s room on the north end and lean across the outer deck to see if I can see a car or truck or any indication of visitors. Nothing. I quickly go back to my room and bravely lean over the railing to check out the deck below. I then slink down the stairs to scan the deck. No Thing. No Body. I’m in a t-shirt but decide to check out the deck anyway as I’m a good Sherlock. No sign of anyone.
Okay Dale. He was definitely not only trying but succeeded in getting my attention. Pets too. ☀️
Next morning. Same thing, different scenario. This time it was a very loud noise by the rocking chair in my room at the foot of the bed. It faces out to the lake. Both pets are instantly alerted and gaze at the place where the noise was generated. Of course nothing.
The week before my girlfriend was visiting. We decided to hike in the torrential rains. Why you ask? Good question. Because we’re crazy is the only reasonable answer. I grabbed my car keys I have on a lanyard and put it around my neck, then proceeded to zip up my inner jacket and outer raincoat. We drive to our destination. It’s pouring Olympic swimming pools on our heads, not something you want to hang out in. I reach for my key fob to lock the car and – no key fob. Seriously? How’d we drive here? We look everywhere. No fob. I go back in my mind about when where how, even to the previous day activities to remember if I’d somehow misplaced it somewhere else? But again, if I had the car wouldn’t have started. I looked everywhere~Again~ around and under my seat. Now I’m unzipping my jackets getting more and more drenched. My industrious girlfriend doesn’t give up and scours the car only to find the keyfob behind Her seat on top of my car blanket on the floor. Okay. The logistics are frankly not possible. They just aren’t. She even tried to visualize the fob zipping off the lanyard as we got into the car whipping into the back seat? Not a chance buried under two coats.
So possibilities? Dale? Good first choice. Another possibility is a parallel reality, where an alternate me dropped the key in that location as timing can be slightly off as we move through our separate yet connected realities. So I’ll throw it out to you to let you choose which feels more accurate, more plausible.
As for dad, I was cooking dinner when I felt him to my right, next to the kitchen island. I could literally hear him talking firmly with Dale who’s energy was on the other side of the island from me, to rectify the situation Dale had left me with, as there are some very challenging Ross Electric financial problems that have arisen. My dad has always been my protector, frankly my best only true protector, so it wasn’t surprising to have him demonstrate his fatherly convictions even from another reality. I honestly feel that’s why Dale is hanging close: To resolve a lot of his business mess he didn’t finalize or mentally and emotionally deal with while in body. That’s why I really feel and know it was him on the deck and in my room at the end of the bed. Noises loud enough to wake us all, my furry family included. To let me know lovingly, he’s working on unraveling the liabilities that have plagued me since his passing that aren’t my story, have nothing to do with me.
Magic. ☀️ That’s what I call love across the veils.
I believe we get messages all the time if we look, listen and pay attention. Like the ghost in Ghost, souls can definitely communicate from their location in the universe. Do I believe it’s the quintessential heaven? Not in the forms and space that’re presented by religion I don’t, however I do believe in frequencies and locations and dimensional space, a universe so vast, complex, immense in its beautiful simplicity, an ordered chaos, a chaotic divine order, where we souls hang out and experience and expand and progress through time and love and love some more.❤️
And wait till you hear the Costco story? But that’ll be another time, because it’s good and strange and typical in my universe, and worth telling.
Cosmic sunshine to you.
Candia Sanders is an International Medical Intuitive, High Frequency Healer, Author and Speaker -an Eternal Optimist- who has helped countless thousands of people ease their medical issues, navigate important relationships and find their soul’s purpose and life direction. Candia is also the author of the transcendent new book, “Soul Rays: Discover the Vibratory Frequency of Your Soul“.