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​      It is exciting to me to find so many of you who are interested in exploring what is being shared with us about the afterlife. More than ever before, our media resources, such as TV, movies, magazine and newspaper articles, are publishing stories on this topic. This is encouraging to me because it is an indication that humanity is ready to move out of a 3-dimensional consciousness into a multidimensional consciousness - to imagine life beyond the physical realm. This is certainly not a new concept for many of you, but it seems that the mass consciousness is waking up and becoming more aware.

     I was inspired to write a book on this topic after having some very exciting and comforting experiences in contact with close family members and friends who have made the great transition or passed on to another dimension. My whole perception of what we call death changed with the realization that there is no death. The death experience has been revealed to me as another phase in the evolution of each soul - a part of the bigger picture or the bigger Life.

     Let's explore the ways in which we might become aware of those dimensions beyond the visible one where we live in physical bodies. Can we have conscious contact with our loved ones who have completed this phase of their experience and who have moved to a level invisible to us? Can we visit with them in our dreams? Are they still involved in some way in our lives here? Can they help us when we need their help? Can we help them?
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An Angel Named Smoky

by Ann Frazier West on 07/06/19

     A temporary move to an apartment complex was necessary at a time in my life when my children were younger. The youngest would make the move with me and the older children stayed with their dad and near their school. The move was short-term and therefore only the most necessary pieces of furniture were moved with me. One night, I knew I would be working late in the apartment, so I planned to stay all night and work some more the next morning. The beds had not arrived, so I took a light-weight mattress from our camper, along with a pillow, sheets and a cover for that night. Neither shades nor curtains covered the windows just yet.

     It was late when I finished cleaning and preparing the apartment for our occupancy when I made up my bed on the floor. It was not until then that I realized there was no privacy - no safe-feeling place to make a bed. It was a ground-level apartment with light from streetlights streaming through the low-hung windows in the living room. The bedrooms were dark with just enough light shining through the windows to make me visible on my mattress to any passers-by.

     The living room would have to do, though, so I settled on the corner of the room farthest from the windows and made my bed. Exhausted, I lay down and tried to go to sleep. I didn't actually feel fearful, but there was a nagging awareness of being exposed - like being in a fish bowl. People walking by my window late at night through the apartment complex could easily see me lying there. My anxiety finally gave in to my need for rest.

     I was almost asleep, in a twilight or hypnogogic state, when I became aware that I was not alone. I felt and heard someone breathing behind me. This was scary enough, but then I could feel the pressure of a body against my back.

     "Who is there?, I wondered. And, "how and when did someone get into the apartment? I know everything was locked; I checked each window and the only door before lying down on my mattress. What can I do?"

     I tried ever so hard to be invisible - I almost held my breath. I was paralyzed with fear, now, and I didn't dare try to move. I didn't dare turn over to see who was breathing down my back. I had to do something.

     "If I get up and run, could I make it out the front door without being attacked?"

     This went on too long, and then, at the height of my fear and anxiety, I saw an image in my mind's eye, and suddenly everything was all right. I became calm, and I understood. The image was "Smoky." Smoky was a dog - a wonderful boxer owned by my Aunt Lola and Uncle Tom when I was a small child. I loved Smoky. We played and romped around the farm house when I visited my aunt and uncle, and I always felt safe with him.

     How wonderful was the realization that, after all those years, Smoky became my guardian angel that night. He crossed a bridge from another dimension in hopes of making me feel safe. An angel named Smoky was my guardian - my protector.

     Our pets on the Other Side do visit us, some very often, and I believe they would do all they could to make us feel safe. Have you had a pet in your life that you feel would do that for you?

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The afterlife is a realm of transformation - of body, mind and spirit - a place lovingly reflecting the consciousness of each individual and his or her place in the great cosmic dance of eternity.
        ~ Lee Lawson, Artist, Author