Love After Life

Reading books and watching materials about the afterlife, it's easy to get into a state of confusion and have doubts because there are so many different descriptions written with a sense of authority.  These varying descriptions, though, only seem to contradict each other because we've come to think of "the afterlife" as a single, uniform place, with a uniform set of rules and structures, that everyone goes to and through regardless of their beliefs here. It is my view, though, that all those descriptions are accurate of different regions or dimensions we can see, go to and live in after leaving this world. Some are more non-physical; some are very difficult to relate to at all; some are a lot like Earth in many ways.  There may be an afterlife region that corresponds to each and every description offered by the various religions and spiritualities that ever existed. It is also my view that there are many Earth dimensions, or Earth frequencies, if you like.  How y

 I feel like I've made such a big psychological and emotional transition from just a few short months ago.  My new habit of taking multiple naps during the day is working out tremendously and has virtually eliminated my sense of mental fatigue and confusion.  Meditation lately has gotten to be so deep and so enjoyable it's difficult to drag myself out of it. My connection to Irene is so good that there is very, very little sadness that crops up, and when it does I feel like I can focus on feeling happy and appreciative and change my frequency fairly easily.  When I talk to her out loud or in my mind it feels very good and very natural. This concept of "tuning into frequencies" is turning out to be very useful. It provides a really good tool for organizing experience and understanding what to do going forward.  I completely understand now my wife's habit of accumulating things that made her happy - like colorful flip-flops and light-up shoes, or little seahorse a

I remember when I was about five or six, before I was even in grade school, I could tap into what felt to me at the time was a particular sensation and time would seem to slow down.  I remember playing kick ball and dodge ball, I could - even then - "tune in" to this sensation and everything would be moving as if in slow motion to me and nobody could hit me with the ball because I could easily dodge it while I was in that different sense of the passing of time. I also remember after I started going to school we were having timed races to see who could run the fastest from one point to the other.  It might have been ten or twenty yards.  Somehow I knew I was able to tune in, right then, to some kind of sensation that had to do with running fast.  As the race started I clicked in to a strange running mode and I felt like the flash or something - it was surreal.  About halfway through the run I was going faster than I had the coordination to manage and I tripped, rolled, got u

Yesterday I watched a few minutes of a movie that reminded me of that documentary about kids in Indonesia who dig snakes out of holes all day to sell for enough money for food for their families.  Talk about putting me in an attitude of gratitude and appreciation!  When I think I could have been dealing with the passing of my wife and having to do something like that all day long just to survive and no air conditioning or central heat and not have enough food and not have instant access to books and videos, etc. ... it kind of makes any self-pity or sorrow on my part seem laughably self-indulgent. So, boy, yeah, I had a big prayer of gratitude this morning. Also yesterday I was thinking I needed to find something else to read to keep using that method of tuning in to the frequency state I want. This morning in the Afterlife group, I found that Cyrus had posted a list of books to read on the subject, and others had contributed quite a few books. Someone suggested one persona

Something I have found that I have to keep in mind is not to assign too much significance to simply feeling bad or sad.  Today hasn't been a great day.  I'm working on getting the title transfer for the truck and felt sad for a while a few times.  The air is thick and hot and I was up late watching the game with one of my sons.  Meditation has been great and I've stuck to my routine, but I just don't feel as good as I have been. That's normal life, however.  Sometimes you don't feel good.  We all have things we can feel sad about from time to time.  Not everything needs to be put into context of what "the problem" may be with my efforts to increase communication with Irene.  There's no reason to assume there is any problem. Some sadness about our situation is completely normal and reflective of my longing to be with her in the Astral; again, it's what one would expect even under normal circumstances of being apart from your loved one. Somet

About a year before Irene crossed over she got the last piece of her puzzle from the dream she had of us; the black truck.  She joked then that she must be about to die because "Now I have everything." I generally drive around a couple a times a week in that truck doing local errands like going to the store or the post office basically to keep it in running condition, but mostly to feel help me feel connected to Irene.  We were probably out and around driving together in that truck only two or three times, but seeing that truck parked beside my driveway is a comfort. My daughter Ivori and my grandson Emanuel were over yesterday, and Emanuel asked about the truck.  I knew what he was getting at - he just got his driver's license.  I know he and Irene had talked about the truck; she and I had talked about it and that if things went that way, he should get to drive it if he still wanted it. However, shortly after she died someone brought it up and I said that I was more

Sort of a regular day today, although I've had a bit of a negative attitude.  I asked Irene if she was interested in doing EVP, or Electronic Voice Phenomena techniques (recording "white noise" for transdimensional communication).  I got a couple of iffy signals back.  I decided that it wasn't a big deal to try since I can upload recordings from my iPad directly to google drive and then they'll be available on my drive to open with Adobe Audition.  I'm kind of ambivalent about it today.  On the one hand, I'm pretty happy about where we're at, relationship-wise and with my own emotional state, and I'm resistant to doing something that might set me back. On the other hand, I'm really more interested in getting to a point where we can have a full-blown visitation.  I'm not that enthused about poring over hours of recordings to see if I can find Irene's voice, although I must say that would be pretty cool.  The only thing is, I know we ha

Yesterday I had a little trouble with my mental discipline - ate a little too much, smoked more than two cigarettes - but after a good talk with Irene last night I'm back on track today.  I had another blissful meditation this morning, and it's like getting a concentrated shot of Irene for the day.  It's really incredible.  Had another one just like it in the early afternoon and had to lay down and attempt to astral project due to the totally buzzed feeling.  I didn't astral project, but I did have a good nap. I was surprised by how much I was able to work today.  I remember that before when I went even an hour concentrating on work I'd find myself starting to panic because I hadn't been thinking of Irene. Today I was able to put quite a bit of continuous time at a sitting between walking the dogs and doing my light exercises.  One of my exercises is walking up and down our stairs five round-trips and I started imagining each trip up as a trip up to the astra

There was a healthy debate in the Afterlife Topics group about the nature of relationships and existence when someone said something I've heard time and time again - that relationships don't last forever and there there is no such thing as an "eternal", committed, romantic soul mate relationship. I started wondering about why someone would say that or believe it.  I don't see that there's a logical reason why such relationships cannot exist.  It seems that many people are committed to the idea that all relationships either boil down to the individual and god, the individual and the universe, the individual's relationship to everyone else as a whole, or just everyone and everything as "one", either in constant eternal fluctuation or, at some level, some form of unified, pure bliss where there is no sense of individual identity. I remember before I met Irene I had utterly dispatched the idea of "true love", or any "soul mate"

Update 7-22-2018 On Friday, July 20, 2018, we achieved our goal of having a completely real astral visitation with each other. It was amazing!  I never lost consciousness transitioning from this dimension to the one where we are together.  The conversation we were having telepathically in our bed here flowed seamlessly into my actually being in a room, sitting next to her, having that same conversation with her.  Although I was conscious when my experiential scene flipped from lying in bed to sitting on a couch in a room next her, it took me several minutes to become fully cognizant of the fact that I was actually feeling the couch, actually seeing her and everything else (including my own hands when I gestured while talking).  I could hear her voice and mine. You can read more about it starting here. (Updated 12-18-2017 - WJM - New Sequential Post Archive Started & Book Now Available on Amazon) I have posted my book,  "Love After Life," so it can be available

After getting into some rather involved discussions in a Facebook group, I felt "off" - not say or down, but just confused and out of sorts.  I spent a lot of time yesterday with Irene talking about it, and it led to discussions about several other things - what she and are doing, how we are going about doing it, the nature of our existence and relationship. It brought to mind the memory of all the times we did this while she was here. We'd start talking about something casually, then the discussion would turn philosophical in some ways, she'd pull her legs up to a cross legged position and light up a cigarette, I'd do the same, and then we would talk for hours, sometimes all night long.  She told me so many times how much she loved the fact that we could talk about such things, how fun and interesting it was.  I was so happy to have this beautiful woman staying up all night talking with me about such things, like a dream come true. We would also talk about wh

Yesterday I went out around 5:30 to smoke my 2nd cigarette of the day.  The air was really warm - I think it got up around 95 during the day, but weirdly I actually enjoyed it.  Maybe it's because I have the AC in the house set at 70.  Usually, though, that just makes me dislike the warm air all the more. It felt great, though.  I lit up and started talking to Irene and when I drew in the last of the cigarette, I realized something about restraint and moderation ; controlling how much you do a thing has a great impact on how much you can enjoy it and how that enjoyment is incorporated into your life.  I used to smoke many years ago and gave it up entirely until a couple of weeks ago when I started and then began enforcing a two-a-day strict limit.  Back then, I was a chain smoker, smoking sometimes up to four packs of ultra-lights  a day .  I got into the habit of smoking while I worked on the computer and then while I played games on the computer. Smoking was simply a regular

I got some more validations while reading Understanding Life After Death   about things I've already thought. One was so interesting - the third party view.  It was also interesting because my sister had just sent me an email asking me to clarify what I meant by "third person view" in this blog. I used to try to coerce my "envisioned" viewpoint into a first-person view but then decided I'd just allow myself that third-person view without judging it as less realistic or inferior to having a first-person view in such scenarios.  In that book the author shares some insight he gathered from the Leslie Flint recordings and an almost throwaway bit of information was that we could move our attention around in a "third party" way, meaning we didn't need mirrors to see ourselves and didn't need to go outside to see the flowers or the sunset if we didn't want to.  We could just move our observational attention around, meaning I could view Irene

So weirdly, again, I was blocked again by circumstances from trying to astral project today. One thing after another kept intervening.  A few weeks ago when I was trying to astral project the position I was using and the techniques were very uncomfortable and my I kept either having a very dry and sticky throat or allergy drainage.  I'm wondering if there is some reason I'm not supposed to be astral projecting or if this is another example of my current mental habits trying to stop me from traveling out of my current state by throwing obstacles in my way. That's something Irene and I noticed during our lives that whenever we were trying some new habit or lifestyle change to alter course, suddenly there would be all kinds of obstacles.  We recognized the pattern - it's like trying drive a car out of a rut you've cut by going on the same path over and over - getting out of the rut isn't smooth as you bound over the ridge and then have to drive outside of the smo

Today I added a new practice to my routine.  It will be daily attempts to astral project from a lying-down position using a technique I'll be posting as permanent blog page.  Since I usually wake up at around four in the morning, it's easy for me to take a nap in the early afternoon, so I'll be primed to try this "falling asleep" astral projection technique, which is similar to others I've read about and have seen on videos, every day at a regular time.  I'll also be doing this when I go to bed for the night, and then perhaps I'll have opportunities while sleeping and/or dreaming. It's not complicated and it doesn't require any special tricks, positions or techniques - it's really just about maintaining your consciousness and keeping focus while your body shuts down the way it normally does when you go to sleep.  After I wrote yesterday about attempting astral projection to try and connect better with Irene, this morning Dillon Glover pr

Another great day yesterday, another great morning this morning!  I sat on the back patio this morning and said my prayers, smoked my morning cigarette and talked with irene.  A few short weeks ago I would have thought this kind of easy, normal feeling would either not be possible or would be somehow hurtful or disappointing, but I see that was only my own fear and insecurity.  Irene and I had a very fun, easy relationship while she was here - no drama, no need to make big issues out of anything. Well, that's where we had been for the last ten or twelve years. Before that there was the usual stuff most couple go through, especially when pre-existing children were involved. There's no reason this new form of our relationship cannot be as fun, easy and fulfilling, without me cooking it up with drama or tears or insecurities.  There is a very special, very warm and intimate quality to being able to speak to each other mentally that is an intensification of the connection we had

The subtitle on this blog reads [used to read, now I've changed it - WJM] : "My attempt to develop a fulfilling relationship with my soul-mate after she passed from the physical."  Amazingly, I now have a fulfilling relationship with Irene even though she has crossed over. That relationship is as good now, if not even better, than it was before.  I say "even better" because we have seen it not only survive but grow stronger because of this challenge.  Sometime during the day yesterday I realized that I have actually accomplished what I originally set out to do, but I have already expanded the scope of what I wish to achieve if possible. Originally, I was only keeping track of all the signs and messages that Irene was sending.  When I realized the only way I would be able to survive her passing was if I could keep our relationship and contact alive, I turned that into a journal, mainly to remind myself during dark times that there were times when I did feel who

Woke up around four in the morning and I feel like my new "normal" has been stepped up a notch. I feel great - connected to Irene, enthusiastic, happy, focused, complete.  It feels like the mental discipline technique I've been employing lately has put me in a whole new frequency.  I did my prayers, meditation, talked with Irene, then went in my office and worked on my book, picking up where I left off last night, then started doing my regular job work. Meditation was great. Had an immediate vibrational connection to irene and felt that electric body sensation throughout.  It was as if I could feel non-articulated information being fed into me that later turned into ideas and stuff to write about in the book.  I got a lot of good information from the Facebook groups and Cyrus Kirkpatrick's book, Understanding Life After Death .  Cyrus runs one of the groups I'm in, Afterlife Topics.   Such books and groups are really good for maintaining one's "transdim

This morning I felt awful physically.  I must have had a bug or something.  Mentally I was pretty much completely apathetic.  I did my morning prayers and attempted to meditate, but couldn't do anything but think about work so I took a couple of antihistamines and went back to bed. I woke up and still didn't feel very good, so I just told myself to be disciplined, don't do anything stupid  like eat too much or start going down memory lane or smoke more than allowed.  I remembered that some days my job is to just not do anything self-destructive.  I stayed disciplined and slowly got to feeling better and better. At around noon I was able to start working and shortly thereafter was able to meditate. Irene or Thomas have been telling me to get back to writing on my book, which I've paused doing because I didn't feel well either emotionally or physically.  I've had a couple of weird encounters with a squirrel in my yard - I don't know what that's about,

Irene plays music a lot in my head now and I love it. I wake up to it, and every now and then I realize I'm listening to one of "our" songs in my mind, or some other song. I woke up this morning to "Forever and For Always" by Shania Twain, and that put me in quite a happy place.  Imagine that - five months later and I can listen to "our" songs without always breaking down in sorrow missing her, but rather smile with happiness. That's not an accomplishment to be taken lightly.  I also realized I had stopped leaving the televisions on for her to watch (I figure they probably get TV in Heaven if they want to watch it).  I also can turn off all the lights now. I still feel a lump at times when I feel she's near (not every time, but sometimes), but we're working on that.  I want to feel delight and joy whenever she's near and zero pain or sorrow. That's part of our "fun and light-hearted" plan going forward - to "normal

Still a bit under the weather today but have felt well enough to keep on track.  While I was sitting outside I was having a bit of a conversation in my head with Irene as if she was sitting beside me when I decided to send her a more focused mental message and immediately, in my mind, she said "Hey, I'm right beside you - you're talking right to me."  I turned my head and these two big black and  yellow butterflies flew into my field of vision right then, the same kind that I've talked about before.  I laughed and said "okay, okay" and in my mind she said "I'm always right here, with you."   I saw a small, empty chip bag being slowly blown down the street in front of my house.  I said to Irene:  "I know you think I should go pick that bag up, but ... nah. Don't wanna."   I went inside. Later in one of the afterlife groups there was a conversation about the same thing and they agreed that our loved ones are always with us -

I had a good day yesterday even though I felt somewhat under the weather all day and had people over all day long.  I drank coffee out on the swing and talked to Irene instead of smoking and that was great. She and I are still developing and refining our ability to communicate and I'm trying to "tune in" to her frequency even while not meditating.  This is probably going to be a long-term effort.  Yesterday during the football game tuned in to her and sent her a mental image to let her know I was thinking of her and that I love her. Today I've been feeling even more under the weather and even had to take a nap.  I hope I don't get too sick from whatever this is. Yesterday and today I've been looking to make our interactions and my self-talk and talk with Irene more light-hearted and fun.  I asked her to take me to do some fun things in the astral when I meditated and I found us going to some sort of permanent carnival/fair with rides by the ocean, with a giant

Yesterday was a little rough - nothing real serious, just a bit of a pity-party now and then for most of the afternoon and evening.  I think I've got a combination of allergies and - something I haven't written in here yet - I started smoking again a bit a couple of weeks ago, maybe 6-8 American Spirit cigarettes a day.  I enjoy going out and sitting on the swing, smoking and talking to Irene. It feels like an easy way to connect to her.  She was a smoker.  I wasn't when we met, except for an occasional cigar.  I picked it up several years after we got married. I think that 6-8 a day was probably too much and the tobacco acted as a depressant and worked with the allergies to make me more susceptible to sad vibrations.  I really enjoy being able to sit outside on the swing in the garden area Ivori and I created in the front yard under the magnolia tree, so once I get to feeling better I might try keeping it down to 3 or 4 cigarettes a day.  Prior to this I hadn't smoke

Watching that "You're Still The One" video by Shania Twain got me to thinking about some of the structure of our lives and how improbable it all was.  That song came out in 1997 and we immediately adopted it as another "our song", seven years after we got together.  We never watched music videos so we never saw that video. We also never even thought much about the beach, much less living by the beach.  Twenty years later, after Irene passes, it comes to me that our place in the astral is by the beach, that it would be the perfect place for us given what I think our astral lives would be like.  It just clicked, even though in this life I've never really been much of a beach or ocean guy.   Then yesterday, when I saw that video for the first time, when she sings "Looks like we made it," at the beginning of the song, the image is a house by the beach, and the whole song is about "finally making it" together, and the whole thing looks like

I was originally writing this in the Afterlife Topics Facebook group in response to someone asking if people had ever had the departed use music to contact them, but then what happened while I was writing it makes it something I need to document here. As readers of this blog know, Irene often uses music to let me know how she's here and how she feels about me. I have 200+ songs in my system and let them random play when I listen to music. The first time she used music was after a couple of songs played that I thought were odd because they were both songs she liked to listen to with me, so I said "Okay, babe, if that's you, play our Shania Twain song next" , and it was the next song that played: "You're Still The One". The next time a song just popped into my head I really had no reason to think of - "I Can't Wait," by Nu Shooz. It kept playing like a soundtrack in my head every morning when I woke up. That started a whole chain of ev

Felt like I had a cold or allergies all day today, so I haven't done much more than prayer and meditation and sit on the swing in they yard and talk with Irene. It's nice just having normal conversations with her about normal stuff.  Even though I'm feeling kind of sick, I have no feeling of panic or loss or sorrow.  We finally got some cooler air and breezes with a front that came in and I they feel heavenly. There are some things I read in the forum, and some parts of the conversation I was having with Irene that made me think differently about the whole Heaven concept.   Basically, people here relate to the afterlife, for the most part, as some kind of spiritual or wisdom thing.  Most people think there are bad, or "not a good" places you go if you're not "spiritually evolved" or have a "high vibration".  The usual culprits for low spirituality are lust, addiction, cruelty, greed, etc.  People see other people as not very spiritually