Geese crossing the road to get to the pond on the otherside. Oregon is a beautiful state. These geese live in the ponds and grounds of the Lincoln Memorial Park. Among the dead there is LIFE.
They listen to the voices within to get to the RIGHT place in life. If there were snow this year, they would have flown south. But they KNEW that it would be a mild winter in Oregon, so they stayed. Must be lots of food in the beautiful memorial park.
I sure don't listen very well. However, sometimes I don't even know that I HEARD the GROUP of spirits that surround me and have saved my life four times so far. My main Spirit Guide is Sara. When I first met her during a meditation in 2005, I thought her name was Jasmine.
When I got Comcast cable internet connection, the CABLE GUY told me that her name was Sara. He said that I had four a five spirits surrounding me that day. He said there was Harold. Never have known a Harold? He also saw my son, Robby, and said hello to him and thanked him for me to sticking around after he crossed over to the other side in 1974 when he was 23 months, 23 days old.
April 9th, 1974 Robert Michael Laird passed over to the other side. I thought it was too soon. I got mad at God. I turned my back on Him and began to read everything I could about life after death. The first book that jumped off the shelf at me was "You were born to be together... Again." by Dick Sutphen. I later went to Arizona to his 5 day seminar about "life after death." Had a chalkra link up with Dick's wife and discovered that in the early 1800's I lived a life in the South as a Plantation Mammy, cook, and slave. I watched as my husband was killed by a horse too young. I watched as my sons grew up... the same spirit family that I had in 20th Century America. My youngest son was SOLD and was taken North and freed.
He came back when I was an old woman and tried to rescue me. In the frakus that ensued, I was shot and killed. Robby came back to redeem himself and be my son this time around. He knew he would have to leave early so that I would stray from my church background and enlighten myself by researching Life After Death.
Robby would have turned 36 this May 3rd. I don't cry anymore on May 3rd or April 9th or April 12th. I KNOW WHERE HE IS. He stops by often to visit me. I never know he is here. But I am learning to be more perceptive. I first saw him during a meditation in 2005 when I was listening to Sylvia Browne's CD. I saw this young boy sitting cross legged at my feet. One of the phases of the meditation I was listening to was to draw around you those on the other side who meant a lot to yourself.
I did not recognise him. The young boy I saw looked to be about 13. Strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
It wasn't until the Cable Guy stopped by that I knew it was Robby.
His photo sits atop my PC unit... the last formal child photo just before he died. He has this wonderful calm, peaceful smile on his face. A red jacket and white shirt. I would know him at any age.
Do you believe?
