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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 Smokey

by Ann Frazier West on 07/11/15

     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 would stay with their dad and near their school. The move was short-term and therefore only the most necessary pieces of furniture were moved. 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 moring. 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, and I made up my bed on the floor. It was not until then that I realized there was no privacy or 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 in to make me visible on my mattress to any passers-by.

     The living room would have to do, though, so I settled in 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 fishbowl. People walking by my window late at night through the apartment complex could easily see me lying there. My anxiety finally gave in to a 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 . . . and then I could feel the pressure of a body against my back.

     Who is there? And how and when did someone get into the apartment? I know everything is locked; I checked each window and the only door before lying down on my mattress on the floor. 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 move. I didn't dare turn over to see who was there and 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?

     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 Smokey. Smokey was a dog - a wonderful boxer owned by my Aunt Lola and Uncle Tom when I was a child. I loved Smokey. We had played and romped around the farmhouse when I visited my aunt and uncle, and I always felt safe with him.

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

Comments (5)

1. Janet Komanchuk said on 7/23/15 - 02:38PM
Thank you for your blog about Smokey. I often catch a glimpse of my beloved pets who have passed I also have the stong feeling that they are near. I believe you would be interested in the special work of Andrew and Tamara Overlee, founders of Joy of Healing. Have a look at their website Be sure to click onto the pictures of their spirit family who work through them and the story of how the beautiful drawings came to be.
2. Ann West said on 7/23/15 - 03:14PM
You are very welcome, Janet. Thank you for the link to Joy of Healing. I like what I've read and will continue to enjoy their stories. I lived in St. Petersburg for 22 years, so I know where they are. :-)
3. Debby Wakeham - UK said on 11/8/15 - 04:12AM
What a wonderful account of your meeting with Smokey. I too have sometimes seen my departed cats and those of other people. My son encounters his much-loved cat in dreams. As a voluntary bereavement counsellor for those who have lost beloved companion animals, I know how comforting these sightings can be. By the way, my husband has just ordered your new book and very much look forward to reading it.
4. Maureen Temple Richmond said on 12/13/17 - 11:43PM
How wonderful! Yes, I believe our beloved animal companions can come to us in spirit. I believe some of my departed cats used to jump on the bed, just like they did in life.
5. Ann West said on 1/3/18 - 11:47PM
Mine, too, Maureen. I believe I still feel them on my bed as I'm quiet and falling asleep on some nights. They walk across my feet.

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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