Wednesday, July 5, 2017 "Soul Smart" by Susanne Wilson

So this happened last night before I went to bed: I was asking Irene for some validation (yes, I’m still a needy SOB at times), and I started reading an e-book called “Soul Smart” by Susanne J. Wilson that had been recommended in the afterlife group several times.  I was telling Irene that I usually dislike reading what anyone else has to say about the afterlife and spirit communication because it doesn’t take much to upset my apparently delicate equilibrium.  Anyway, I felt like it was okay to at least read some of this so I started it very tentatively.

It was really, really incredible.  Everything Susanne said was describing what I had come to be doing and the information I had gotten from Irene or from someone on the other side.  I had already created an incredible “sacred space” for my meditation without even realizing it, sitting on the couch in my usual position (Irene would always sit right next to me), right in front of the “shrine” that had actually been put together and collaborated on ever since we had moved in, never knowing that is what it was going to ultimately be.  I do my prayers out of joy, love and excitement to be able to interact with those who are helping me on the other side.

I was already using prayers of protection and stating my intentions before meditating.  I had already gotten the information about what life is like on the other side, what our lives there were already like, where we lived.  It was absolute vindication and validation from someone well known for their afterlife knowledge like Susanne. I was already talking to those I thought were working on my behalf, out loud, every day.  I tell my wife and my grandparents, parents, brother, her parents, her son, and the son of my good friend how much I love them and appreciate them.  I have already started including whomever my spirit guide(s) might be, and joke with them that I don’t know their name.

This morning I woke up from sleep fresh from a dream where I saw Irene pull up into the driveway in her truck, only her truck was brand new and she had her long black hair.

I drove into town to bring Freya out so she could clean the house, and on the way in I had the best time and laughed it up with Irene and the rest of my “soul crew”, as I call them.  Later Robert and Shanna came by and Shanna cooked dinner and everything was great – we had a good time.  I feel like some of Irene’s and my relationship is becoming more normalized and less centered around my needs.