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“The Twelfth Hour”

Posted on June 15, 2016 by Candia Sanders

Over the past two months I’ve been buried, preoccupied and otherwise swamped in a learning curve of quick and vast proportions. It’s been an interesting ride sitting in my husband’s chair” at the helm of his once thriving electrical business. Due to his cancer, the business suffered. This is what I’ve inherited. On top of losing my partner, I’ve been dealing with a floundering company filled with opposite personalities, no additional personnel (Calling all licensed electricians, I need your help!) alcoholism in a key employee, a power trip in another, high ADD in another, emotional out breaks in another, diminished sales and jobs. I’ve a few stalwart defenders of the realm I couldn’t do without so as of this moment the ship is still afloat. I call in Dale, my hubby on a regular basis to help out with this crazy sparked electrical labyrinth and construction maze.

This has afforded me little time for my world, my business. I’ve asked the universe a few thousand times, what is my purpose in all this chaos, the daily crises, the enormous stress. I feel I have the answer. The reason I’m sharing is perhaps this too will assist you with the transits and squares and trines and retrograde everything that is influencing us, pushing us, cleaning up our personal debris for a lighter, higher personal location in the cosmos. Or you can tell me I’m nuts and this is normal.

I don’t believe so. I believe we are part of a vast network of intelligence, energy, consciousness. We have just been disconnected for millennia. When we are out of sync with universal principles, well shit oh dear! We fall from “grace.” Sitting in Dale’s chair I picked up his fear, his destructive worry, caught in his web of anxiety and knee-jerk reactions, his need to solve the next problem. (No wonder he had cancer from the stress of the emotional roller coaster.) I was channeling him. Every time I’ve released these emotions, settled into, “All is perfect in the world, it is what it is,” aligned with my higher self, relaxed and am grateful, miracles have happened. Now mind you it’s always at the Twelve Hour, but they have continued for the last six months. And at several last minute moments when I was ready to close the doors a knight in shining electrical gear arrived at my doorstep. This is far beyond the one or two times, but is now in the dozens and dozens of rescues. It’s simply amazing. It’s kept me completely in the “present” moment as there has been no room for other contemplations. I believe the lesson for me, as for all of us, is divine trust combined with relaxing into the situation and knowing no matter how it looks, is perceived, it’s just a moment, it’s just an illusion, for there is no death, no separation, no good or bad just a continuation of the process.

For example, if the company succeeds or closes, it’s all in divine design. I know, no matter what, I’ve given my best. It’s not good or bad in either direction, it just is. This week is another deciding factor. My go-to has been silence, quiet internal time to ask, explore, sit, focus and listen to inner guidance. I did that today by choosing to work away from the office in the quiet and peace of the woods. In alignment I plain-ass feel better.

Dealing with the loss of a partner is one life hurdle. Working through a business not of my choosing another. Everyday I’m diligent in approaching it from what I know is true. Everything is connected, everything is energy. How appropriate being in the “electrical” world.

As for Dale’s communications, I believe he’s helped with the twelfth hour rescues. He also continues to mess with my music. Yesterday as I was driving, I heard “A Case of You” by Joni Mitchell seven times. A new song would begin, then it’d hop right back to Joni. Or I’d nearly finish a song then yep, back to “A Case.” That was till I finally told him to knock it off, then my iTunes settled into normal rhythm. Still yet the comedian.

Lyrics from “A Case of You,”

“I remember that time you told me you said

“Love is touching souls”

Surely you touched mine

‘Cause part of you pours out of me

In these lines from time to time.

Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling

And I’d still be on my feet

I’d still be on my feet.

J. Mitchell, 1970

To being in grace, relaxed and grateful and still on my feet.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

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“The Bridge Between the Worlds: Choosing When to Cross the Veil”

Posted on May 10, 2016 by Candia Sanders

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.

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“Tunnels, Gateways and Portals: Access to AnyWhen, Birth and Death”

Posted on April 1, 2016 by Candia Sanders

Tunnels and gates, gates and portals. It’s what I’ve been seeing regularly in nature, holes and circles created with nature’s twigs and stones, needles and water. Tree tunnels where leaves and branches reach out and caress each other, embracing their neighbors in love, a giant reminder of the continuous portal we live in: birth and death. (Of course today while hiking, my cell battery died. Photos were not an option.)

Wisteria Tree Tunnel, Japan

My dad, who has always been my hero, is nearing the tunnel, his tunnel of love, his exit and entrance to the greater aspect of himself. I can feel it. He’s now 80% out of his body. When he is lucid, he’s quick to remind me, if I need any help, he’s ready. Even in his quickening departure, he is ready to assist, move, feed me, you name it. The irony is I feed him now. But he’s still there in heart and mind, my dad.

I’ve watched him get close to dying in 2013, then literally leave his body last May. Here we are nearly a year later, but this time his body can no longer sustain his life force. And of course there was the dream. (Read last week’s blog) Experiencing his death once, and going through every detail with my husband creates a “different bond with dying,” the normal exchange and transformation of energy.

We enter this world through the birth canal, a tunnel into physicality, a new life. We exit the same way, through a tunnel with Light guiding us to a new universal location. I believe those locations overlap, merge and mingle, the light shining brightly in full radius. We just need open our minds, our consciousness. Nature is smarter than we are and she points us in that direction, if we only look.

Ancient gateways, portals and access to other realms, to life before birth and after death, I know is available to each of us. We get so bloody clouded being here, in the physical, we simply get overwhelmed and forget. Yet nature reminds us everyday of these doorways, these access points to AnyWhen. If I’m overwhelmed I miss the energy hits, the intuitive nudges, the keyboard going crazy on my iPad or phone – trust me, it’s a daily occurrence – but I miss it because my spinning thoughts remove the gateway.

To access the gateways, portals and intergalactic -yes Captain Kirk – energy connections, we have to raise our thoughts, our consciousness. We have to take care of ourselves, love ourselves, embrace every minute as unique and special and rare and beautiful even when it’s not. This is what removes the illusion of separation from All That Is. Obviously, it’s not that simple otherwise we’d have figured it out eons ago, but I believe we are getting ever nearer to this ability. We also have to keep our cosmic cell towers clean and glistening, remove the sludge and grime and negativity.

So if you’re in the mind of some personal intuitive tower tune-ups, call me. The universe is giving you that nudge to begin accessing your gateways.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

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The concentric circles in water, the root circles, the tree tunnels. Access portal.

Old Roman Bridge, England

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“Love at a Cosmic Level: Soul Communication with the Other Side”

Posted on March 24, 2016 by Candia Sanders

Every day I learn something new. Whether it’s about electrical contracting to our ancient ancestors to messages from the other side, every day there’s something intriguing, beguiling, perhaps contemplative and stressful, to stimulate my senses, push my gray matter, assist the grieving. Best part is the more I stay centered, aligned to my highest ideal, the easier, more benefiting, the information is to utilize. A case in point:

Night before last, my partner in crime, my favorite husband, appeared in yet another visceral and lucid dream, very current, “now” timing. He was propped up on my parent’s bed, sitting on top of the bedspread in his black tank top and denim shorts, his hair full, dark and loosely ruffled. He was sitting next to my dad, who is quite frail, who was cozy and warm under the covers. They were watching tv together, Dale keeping my dad company. Dad reached to the bed stand and gathered his wallet, pulling out a thousand dollar bill. Yes, a $1000 bill. I saw it clearly, obviously “heavenly” currency. He was handing it to Dale telling him he wanted what Dale had, meaning, a new life. It was as if he could buy that Exit-E-Ticket out-of-here. My mom quickly entered reminding dad, Dale didn’t need or use money anymore. She knew he was there but in a different form, and had no use of financial exchanges. Everyone was completely aware of Dale’s new “presence.” The message was loud and clear: 1. Dale is near my dad and will be there to greet him when he “crosses the veil” and 2. My dad is nearing the end of this life’s sojourn and is ready to leave, at least on a subconscious soul level. (I shared my dream the next morning with my mom, to make sure she has said “everything and more” -after 61 years together- she’s ever wanted to, before this moment arrives. Basically all the thank you’s that might have been forgotten and a hundred more, “I love you’s.”)

The dream was quite real. It woke me immediately.

Dale and I had a good conversation as he curled up next to me energetically, on my right side, to help me go back to sleep. He said, “Candia, “it’s” so much more than even you can imagine. We are the only things that limit us. The universe is here to support us in everything we desire and choose. I wish I could’ve understood this while we were together. I was bogged down in heavy debilitating beliefs with demon heads. Now, I see, if only at this moment, the tip of the cosmic iceberg, the immensity of imminent potential and possibility. I recognize you are living in the physical where dense laws of matter apply, yet even then, what is available for you is beyond description. You have to believe, stay focused and immerse yourself in the sparkling radiance of the cosmos and all things are available. When you do this, the rules change as do your desires.” I could see sparkling molecules dancing around me, shimmering in the dark of my closed eyes. With that, I fell asleep.

Our Rich Cosmos

Last night, I felt someone grab my left arm right above the elbow. I actually reached for my arm. I looked to my left, over my shoulder. I smiled. I thanked “D” for the tangible message, the physical touch. My office manager came in this morning and shared yet another of her dreams, this time Dale touched her left arm near her wrist, letting her know the physical “substance” variance -the nature of reality – through touch or what we see to be reality. She told her husband in her dream, she’d just dreamt about Dale. A dream within a dream, a true testament to our reality. This was also a confirmation of his touch through the ethers, as he caressed my arm.

Now this is where it gets better. I’m applying what he shared about the expansiveness – the nature of reality – with my beliefs, melting them together like butter and chocolate, staying totally in the moment. In finishing up the last of what I’m calling Dale’s tsunami, or Hurricane Ross, issues not of my creation, this cosmic confectionary mixture of principles and tools are my rudder, my steerage into the next port, my new business and personal destination. In working towards sound and positive productive solutions, I’m grabbing onto those “sparkles,” that cosmic radiance he spoke of and creating new options – A, B and C. And it’s totally working, down to the minute. Like his death, down to the precise moment. We have been dealing daily with a situation, where the options have been incredibly slim to none. I’ve felt completely blocked in. I changed my thinking, instead drawing in another reality, and another option arrived at 8:03 (an 11 numerologically, a high vibration) this morning in an email, right after a “morning call-to-action request” to the universe. Wow, simply wow! Instant karma. This is what it means to manifest what you need in the moment.

Reach Beyond Your Senses

Can we all use these principles? Abso-flipping-lutely! Listen to the truth of “there’s more here/there/everywhere than we can even imagine.” Step into that magical realm. Call upon the energy of that cosmic connection, that union, and firstly trust, we reside in the infinite universe of possibility, and create as the master and captain of our earth as well as soul journey, what it is we desire to be. Be part of the creative spark, step into instant actualization. Feel it, be it! And that is truly part of the picturesque nature of reality.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

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“Do or Die Or Be the Phoenix: Continued Messages from Beyond the Veil”

Posted on March 17, 2016 by Candia Sanders

I reached into my center console for my sticky notes I keep in the car. On top, half torn was a note Dale had written sometime before he crossed over to the “Other Side.” It said “A New Day.” And underneath was written “Early Rising.” I stuck it on my dashboard. I googled “A New Day.” It’s a punk rock band but trying to listen to their song “Early Rising” is like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. Not possible unless your a magician. I wanted to see or hear in this case a last written message from Dale. Even the words were poignant ~ a New Day….Absolutely. My life is now truly a new day, a new next chapter, but so is his. It applies to both of us.

There’s something appealing, emotionally triggering and heart-centered in the hand written word. Elizabeth Barret Browning and Robert Browning sent tomes before they married in secret, their love excitedly expanding through poetic inspiration and script. Our personalities are revealed through written words. Discovering this note brought connection; I could see him writing it with a smile on his face, tucking it away till I’d find it. I feel we lose much today with keyboards and texting that only real pen and ink can describe.

Now I’m going to share some inner truths. I’ve been pissed off, angry with my guy. Can you believe that with all he went through? The truth is yes. It’s easy on many different fronts, from his “leaving” to so much missed time ~ time that cannot be replaced, to leaving me in the aftermath of a tsunami, his tsunami. I’ve dealt with more in two months since his death than I have in my entire life, much of this from Dale’s leftover ripples and wakes, energy fields of choices and decisions he’d made. An impact zone cluttered with debris and emotional land mines. So I’m choosing instead to ride my cosmic surfboard through the last of the waves.

(Anger is a normal emotion we feel in the wake of losing a loved one. I can only imagine the angry emotional intensity in dealing with suicide to drug overdose? It must be overwhelming.)

Last night I said out loud, “Okay, I’m not so mad now. I need your help to rectify a situation with your ~ now my contracting business.” I was very bold, direct and expressed “Exactly” what I need him to do. I also had this huge epiphany. Dale had this perverse habit or behavior or way of coping that led him down the dark path of “do or die.” Literally. I watched him time and time again take a situation to the final, last, end-thread before he’d rise up like the Phoenix and rescue and change the outcome. He even did this several times with his cancer, three months till death, clearing the cancer, creating a bigger health hurdle, clearing the cancer, creating two kinds of cancer, extending his life by nearly a year, to finally creating the final passage of clarity: crossing the veil, literally do and die. He was (is) a master. The work situation is a “do or die” event. I called him forth and said, “I don’t do this extreme way of living life, I prefer staying in the middle of my life’s river. I need your help- Now. I’d love an acknowledgment you’re hearing me.” I was getting ready for bed and turned on my music, a nightly habit since his passing. The first song was by Jet, “Are You Gonna Be My Girl,” a song from when we were first dating and the intensity was through the roof. We couldn’t keep our hands off one another. The second was an old Patty Griffin melody, “Up to the Mountain,” from her 2007 album, (Please google the lyrics-amazing) the year we were married. We’d play it at our cabin to fire and star light, and even for those wild moments beneath the sheets. The message couldn’t have been more clear.

Do or Die- the Phoenix’ Resurrection

“But Wait, There’s More” – (great game by the way.) My office manager came in this morning with the biggest grin. She’d had her first full color movie dream in current time with Dale. In her dream, she and our estimator were in an office. He was working on a bid. Dale walked in like normal in his Ross Electric shirt, jeans and ruffled hair. She asked Brandon, “Are you seeing him too?” He replied in his typical shy style, grinning, “Yep!!” Dale proceeds to ask him, “How’s that bid coming? What’s the estimate?” Brandon replies, “$2,500.” Dale in his Dale-fashion says, “Add $10,000, no add $25,000,” adamantly, laughing.

Dale definitely alive, well, funny and very now!

Due to my emotions clouding his abilities to send clear messages other than straight-up quick music selections, he answered my call through Eff, our office manager. And who better than someone immersed in the business and whom he had/has great respect, admiration and love. He made sure his presence “is” felt.

My message, and I feel this applies to everyone, is to recognize what our piece is, our part of the passion play. Don’t take on what isn’t ours to own, instead letting it flow past us, around us, never letting it sink us in mire. Recognizing, not blaming, situations we are surrounded in daily, as our responsibility or not, gives us room to breathe and grow and love and connect with souls here and on the other side of the veil.

Life is quite literally, magical.

The other invitation is to hand write messages to loved ones. A real piece of you is shared. A true gift.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

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My Cosmic Cell is Working Great: Daily Messages from Across the Veil”

Posted on March 8, 2016 by Candia Sanders

Started my morning with another CAPTCHA that said AutumnDALE. In the letting go process of someone you love, I’ve learned the more I step into the “foreverness” of life, pay attention to daily messages, the less grief I feel. Honestly. The steady communications, messages and dreams connect the cosmic dots letting me know everything is exactly the way it’s supposed to be, even when my days are filled with lots of alone time. This is part of the contract I signed up for, whether it feels great or not. Truly though, I know it’s up to me – us – to change our relationship to “death,” the transition out of old skins, back into the greater part of who we are, that will change how we do “life” on planet earth.

Merging Consciousness

Saturday night, Dale joined me in another “current time” lucid dream. Essentially we found each other in a “symbolic land” where we could communicate in yet another way. I was in this large high-vaulted rustic wood ceilinged lodge with a wrap around counter in front of me. I knew it was mine. There was a worker/employee on the other side of the counter. There was equipment behind him. I looked up at the vault and saw a large water leak gently dripping water down across the ceiling as if it were a long soaker sprinkler. It was leaking on my sauna that was up against the back wall. I checked the cedar walls to make sure all was okay. At this moment Dale walked in from the right- always the right- double door entrance to where I was standing, a huge grin across his handsome face. With his twinkling eyes and dimples dancing he said, “Darlin’ don’t you worry your pretty little head. I’ll take care of everything.” And he turned around with his “take charge, I can fix anything” attitude. As he did, I asked him straight up, “Is this from “here” or the “Other Side?” There were no illusions that he was still in body with me. He grinned, winked and strode out with all the confidence the universe supplies. I’m thinking he’s coming at this from his side of the veil. Just saying.

I woke up knowing he “is” helping to rectify many complications that have ensued since his passing from his business to his son. It made me feel confident, loved and supported.

If I look at the symbology, much is revealed. The lodge represents my home here on earth, “rustic” boards indicative of my ancient soul roots, the wooden vaulted architectural beams form the sky and spirit connection built into the structure, thus my ability to travel through many worlds. The counter with an employee, my business, is being supported both on earth as well as dimensionally. The leaking water, though a small gentle spray, represents the emotional leakage of grief and emotional family dramas that have been exceptionally draining. Something Dale is correcting. The sauna is warmth, comfort, healing and is indicative of pampering and nurturing of self, something I’m working on recapturing having dedicated my last twenty seven years to taking care of others and the last five, since Dale’s stroke and subsequent cancer to him directly.

I feel what I’m sharing relates to all of us. Most tend to give and give more, forgetting ourselves in the process and then our own health suffers. It’s easy to lose sight of our dreams and what is important deep down inside ourselves. Giving, being of service is why we are here, true, but balance is too. How can we help someone if we are too depleted? Watching your spouse die consciously is an amazing gift, and at the same time, “draining” to the systems. Recovery time is essential. My message is loud and clear: I am supported, all is well, nurture my inner being. A great message to everyone.

People are dropping like flies, leaving the planet in droves. There are multiple reasons for this from “merging dimensional consciousness” which can be emotionally, physiologically, and psychologically challenging, to ending life contracts, to unscheduled earthly dramas that deplete the life force. I’m not alone in saying goodbye. We are all in this dance together learning new steps as we go, or rather “remembering” the best, most consciously aware moves in dying to live and living to die. If we change our relationship to the supposed parting, we actually help merge the worlds and open up a continual dialogue. I know this to be true, as I experience it everyday.

To lights on in rooms where no one has been, computer surges and cell phone inconsistencies, to voices in the wind. May your communication be open and vibrant with your loved ones. Here AND on the Other Side.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

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“After Death We Still Are United: Conversations and Communications from the Other Side”

Posted on March 5, 2016 by Candia Sanders

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

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“Till Death Do Us Part: Leaving the Body, the Light, Continued Messages and Communication”

Posted on February 5, 2016 by Candia Sanders

My husband died in my arms last week. He wanted to pass away at our cabin in the woods: we made that possible. But no matter how prepared we believe ourselves to be, the moment a loved leaves their body, a new realization sweeps into our consciousness; the universe just altered. I completely believe we are eternal and far grander than our bodies, however, our human experience teaches us such incredibly deep emotions ~ grief, sorrow, pain, shock, loss, ~ that no matter how spiritually or religiously connected one feels, those emotions still are part of the package. They just are. I seldom cry unless watching movies or commercials or at weddings, however I’ve cried a small sea in the past week. However, with that said, amazing miraculous things have happened that are simply brilliant. The first one was a very conscious departure or death. (I’d like a new word personally….death conjures so much negativity)(See “Death needs a Make Over” posted December 3, 2014, blog)

I knew Wednesday was the day. I just knew. In the morning, the Eagles were talking as they flew over the cabin. Another sign. In the afternoon his breathing became more beleaguered due to the body and especially his lungs, filling with fluids. I lay beside him sharing visualizations about letting the body go, walking to the light, releasing the “silver cord” – the cosmic umbilical cord connecting the soul to the body. I held him close. I knew he was out of his body yet a part of it still, as he let me cuddle and caress him, something that’d had been uncomfortable the night before. My younger son rubbed his legs and gently talked to him.

By then the other family members nerves were fried from the ordeal that had begun the previous Friday. They voted as a team to call an ambulance to take him to a hospice facility. They felt he’d be more comfortable, yet I knew the opposite to be true. He was where he wanted to be. It gave comfort to my family which was needed. It also provided an impetus.

I shared with him he had basically two hours before the ambulance arrived. I explained he’d be taken to the hospice facility, something I knew he didn’t want, nor did I. We were where he and I wanted to be. It was our agreement. At twenty minutes I told him he’d better get on it. I said, “Dale Ross, don’t make me mad! It’s the last thing you want. You’re on a countdown!” As the ambulance pulled in ~ we were an hour and thirty minutes from town in our off-grid cabin so you can understand the significance of the return trip ~ I told him, “Okay they’re here,” his breathing up to that point was still quite hard and labored. The emotional tie to me, to us, our life, was still very present. I didn’t move till the two paramedics came in and asked what was needed. As they left the room to get equipment, I moved to his side, my hands on his legs, watching his face, I could feel his breathing change. It was an immediate deliberate movement. I briefly turned to the men as they walked in and said “He’s gone, he’s leaving now.” At the exact moment they walked in he jumped out. It was miraculous. I watched his eyes expand and open, his mouth relax, the tongue twist as his body released his soul. It was like the Egyptians explained, about the soul containing weight. His body became lighter yet heavy and still. I exclaimed to him, “You did it! I’m so very proud of you! You did it the way you wanted.” It was brilliant.

On the practical side there are a few other factors worth mentioning. First of all, hospice provides morphine and oxycodone for pain, and lorazepam for breathing and calming. We found the best combo was actually cannabis oil, specifically Rick Simpson Oil, and lorazepam for pain and relaxing, without the bad side effects of opiates. He was able to be conscious yet without severe pain. I believe this to be a very vital and important component in the death dance that is missed in today’s universal fear of death. The common course is to over medicate to erase the fear and pain of both the patient and family. I believe the more able we are to participate and communicate in our final moments the less fearful the departure. And if the pain can be kept at a minimal through other means, such as cannabis, then absolutely we need to seize it.

Symbolically, there were also many magical and significant clues dropped into my consciousness indicating the divine synchronicity of the entire event. First of all, 2016, 2 + 0 + 1 + 6 = 9, which is the number of completions. He died on the 27th, also another 9. Double completion. He died exactly at 6:40 pm which is a 1. The number symbolizing new beginnings for both of us. This was our 13th year together, we were married on the 13th, and numerologically this is a 13 year for me, which is the number of major transformation under the sign of Scorpio, my husband’s sun sign. My birthday was three days later and we had miraculously 13 people hiking along the Lewis River here in Washington. Astrologically Dale had entered a grand square which for me symbolized the great doorway he passed through to continue his journey on the other side.

Sweet Chemistry

I watched as his soul departed and moved to the light. I didn’t feel his energy again till the next morning when I heard the Eagles talking. It was brief but there. Could’ve been my energy was too dense, too tired to hear or to sense his presence. By the weekend I was feeling better and able to connect. I had a dream in present tense, where I ran up to him laughing, hugging him while he sat at his desk and asked him about the “Other Side.” Said he didn’t want to break the connection. Then he went back to work.

Subsequently, I’ve been in contact with him nightly. I take time to meet him at the river-of-life to talk and share wisdom. I’m going to start writing our sessions together as I feel they’ll only expand.

And one more fun thing. Two nights ago, out of normalcy, I started to text Dale. Funny right? But it’s as if he’s away on a trip. I pulled up the text then pushed the “message” button however it remained on the screen. I literally had to turn off the phone and reboot. I clicked over to texts and it remained for a second with multiple texts on the screen then it automatically clicked back to Dale’s text without me doing anything. Pretty direct. I laughed and told him thanks for the clear message.

I was sending out a card and CAPTCHA appeared to validate I wasn’t a robot. Can you guess what the words were? DALE AVE.

I know beyond a shadow Dale is thriving in his special corner of the universe. I know too, our conversations, our connection will continue to expand.

Love and life are forever.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

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“Cosmic Messengers: Are You Listening?”

Posted on January 14, 2016 by Candia Sanders

Signs, symbols, synchronicity and divine nudges. Life and nature and the universe, our “higher” selves and all the helper gods in our corner of the Galaxy, have such incredible persistence -always working on catching our attention, hold our awareness, remind us how much we are attended to, taken care of and yes…specifically loved, it’s phenomenal. We just all too often miss the cosmic texts, angelic emails, deny the existence of assurances and being part of the co-creative process, instead putting it beyond our reach, outside ourselves, “beyond our ken.”

However, it’s so blatant I can’t. Today alone, I received an email for death and funeral services, insurances. I received an email from BellaSpark Productions on a tele-seminar that’s starting tomorrow on….yes you guessed it, “Death and the Afterlife.” I picked up a card…are you ready? “Visions of Life Beyond Death.” Okay! Whoa! I know the universe is preparing me for this next chapter, even if that means it comes later in the year. Perhaps I’ve been living under false assurances and happily deluding myself. I believe we all do from time to time – delude ourselves, our knowing – in order to function and cope with given situations. It’s not a bad thing, however there comes a time when the larger reality can no longer be denied, when the signs are too bold to miss.

This is true for all of us. We have to face situations we’d rather avoid from divorce, to physical moves, job loss, to death. It’s part of living in the Earth-School, learning through challenges. No one is exempt. When New Year’s Eve arrived and we greeted 2016, an inner part of me asked if I could just skip this year, move onto 2017. Well, we all know the answer to that one.

But when faced with adversity it makes us reach deeper into our core, find our alignment with real truth and trust and rise to even greater spiritual awareness. That’s the goal anyway, keeping our focus on the eternal light. So am I prepared for the passing of loved ones? Are we ever emotionally? We do the best we can at any given time with the tools we are given.

So watch for those texts, otherworldly instagrams, fairy godmother nudges and messages from beyond the veil. It proves life is always – constant and continuous and full of wonder. Even when it appears dark, the night sparkles with illumination.

The Oneness of the Universe

When we live with our senses wide open, we join the creative process and everything flows like crystal clear water, and the vast expanse of heaven and sky before us holds our hearts in the stars.

Cosmic sunshine to you.

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“Ozone of My Mind”

Posted on January 7, 2016 by Candia Sanders

The silver cold weather has been wonderfully meditative.

My mind goes into the soft hum and still zone of quiet, of hushed and silent emotions to match the atmosphere. I know it’s a seasonal gift, of winter, having this ability to be “zen,” literally in the ozone of my thoughts.

Ice brilliant in low sunlight, sparks my intuition, new information becoming tangible.

Crystalline musings give me peace.

Wintertide’s chill warms my heart.

May the winter frost soothe your soul.

Cosmic sunshine to you.