Love After Life

I was talking to Irene and watching something recorded in the living room and decided to go into the den to turn the TV on early and pause it for Wheel of Fortune. I walked into the den and got the TV set and walked back into the living room and realized I hadn’t turned off the TV. The remote wasn’t on the coffee table where I usually leave it. The coffee table is clean - no clutter, only the remotes, a couple of coasters and a picture of Irene and me. This kind of thing has been happening lately where I think I’ve misplaced a remote, but it turns out I just overlooked it (or so I thought) and it’s right where I already looked – on the coffee table. I got in the habit of actually counting the remotes on the table (I have 6) and making sure I consciously examine the table to make sure I’m not just missing it. I counted them - 5 remotes. I make sure to look at each one when I count and scrutinize the entire table. I figured I must have absent-mindedly took it with me when I we...

This is part two of the channeled information I waded through the past week or two, concerning what we refer to as "spirit" and our connection to it. Again, I apologize for the authoritative tone and issue my usual caveat: accept what resonates, dismiss the rest. Our Connection to "Spirit" First, what is "spirit"?  The phrases used in much of the afterlife community reflects a certain history of thought which characterizes our transdimensional interactions in a particular perspective, as if our "normal" experiences in this physical space are somehow less "of spirit" than other kinds of interactions.  For example, we don't usually consider normal conversation to be as much "of spirit" as information coming to us from mediumship, automatic writing, channeling, using EVPs, etc. Note the normal characterization of such "spiritual" interactions as information coming from "non-physical" or "spirit,...

There are some really cool things I've come to know about the transdimensional situation Irene and I are in - why we chose to live this life, what we are doing now, and what it means for our future.  I don't claim that this applies to anyone else, so if it resonates, great, if it starts making you feel conflicted or upset, just stop reading and ignore it. Irene and I are eternally together.  We are perfectly whole together and painfully incomplete apart.  No one else will do for either of us.  I'd say we were fortunate to have understood and experienced this in our life, but luck didn't have anything to do with it.  We planned all of this before we came here, and we have been monitoring it the whole time. There was a time period after Irene crossed over that I didn't understand why we would do this - come here, forget everything, spend 30+ years apart, have all these challenges including pain, financial stress, all the countless distractions, and then go thr...

The past few days Irene has been changing up her coffee-drawing routine - some days she draws in it some days there's absolutely nothing - just a cup with uniform brown color without even a pale swirl.  The way I make her coffee has been absolutely the same each day, and the environmental factors have been the same.  The milk has come out of the same container. She's not been just getting my attention and reinforcing the fact that it is her that makes the drawings; noticing this has also helped move my thoughts and attention in a certain direction. Yesterday I came up with a new form of our memory-suppression game, where she wakes up in the afterlife with the memory awareness of having just crossed over from her illness, waking up in our bed in the astral to find me there with her.  This led me to think more about the whole memory-suppression concept, and I found a new way of visualizing the idea, but more importantly it made me realize that all individual consciousness...

I had a full day's worth of stuff to do today. Took the dogs to the groomer and went into town to run some errands, plus I had plenty of regular work to do. Still, I kept on track with my goal and my meditations were fantastic. When I felt that fatigued buzz in the afternoon, I lay down and recorded one HE (hypnagogic experience) after another. It was crazy - I couldn't even keep up. I missed a couple but got quite a few, one with Irene that made me very happy. It seemed like about 15 minutes had passed and it never felt like I had fallen asleep, but when I got up it was an hour later and I was completely refreshed. Here's a copy-paste from a couple of days of my HE log: HYPNAGOGIC EXPERIENCES 10-19-2017 #1: Somebody was cleaning something on the floor, which I thought was the recording device I was using. #2: Girl dressed in a black and grey costume, like batgirl, got on a motorcycle. #3: Me, the Girl from #2, and someone else are going somewhere. I look like...

Yesterday's EVP recording had a weird anomaly on it - it sounded like it could be a voice, but I couldn't make it out.  That's one of those things I'm not going to read too much into - if I can get a clear voice, great, but I'm not going to strain to make anything out.  I'll let those on the other side figure out how to get a more clear voice onto the recordings if they wish.  I'm going to continue recording. It was very hot again yesterday; even though I slept late I got sleep in the late afternoon and decided to lay down and try a "drifting off" astral projection attempt.  It actually went very well as I remained aware during several "dream" sequences. At one point I found myself looking into the black screen of my iPad and seeing my reflection - I looked like I was about 25.  I was aware at the time and asked myself if I was astral projecting because it seemed pretty real, but I quickly left that state. I find it relatively easy ...

I read the past few entries and here's something weird I noticed.  One day I have the best meditations I've had in a long, long time; two days later I'm writing that "for the past several days, I've been having trouble meditating". Okay, so that was literally not true, but yet that is actually what I remembered at the time. Remembering when I was experiencing grief, even then I noticed that when I was experiencing it, at the time it seemed utterly real to me that I had always felt that way and always would.  I would, at the time, be thinking it had been forever since I felt good, that I had been feeling miserable for days. I'd go back to the journal and discover to my shock that the day before I had felt great.  The grief also made me believe that even if I had wrote down that I had felt great, that I must have been lying to myself. This is so odd. I wonder if people who keep journals notice this kind of thing - a disparity between what they are thinking...