Grandads note

My paternal grandad died when I was young, I was a teenager and it was the first time I dealt with death and dying. I realised that people are generally really bad at dealing with death so I decided to make my own mind up about it all. In the subsequent years I apparently inherited the family lineage gift, being a psychopomp. Rather than being the one who helps and guides I was more the observer seeing the transition of life to more life, the afterlife.

I’m walking in Ealing Broadway just outside the shopping centre by the arches. A man stands in front of me less than 2 metres away and clutches his chest with a red strained face and collapses onto the ground. Immediately I see his body float up out of his physical body, the only time I have ever seen a complete replica of a physical body in spirit. He has so much peace, I remember thinking that by a very long way, this is the best example of peace I have ever experienced.

My paternal grandmother hasn’t been well for a while, I’ve visited a couple of times to the midlands to see her and stayed in touch as best I could. I’m working on some kitchen units and have a ‘spirit level’ in my hands then I am whisked away to a scene outside of church, people are waiting outside to meet and greet their friends and family. I look over and one person can’t believe they’re wearing shoes, another remembering what it was like to wear a knee length overcoat, the good one you save for church. These are her already passed friends and family waiting for my grandmother as she emerges into the afterlife. Great care and attention is placed on the joy she will experience as she comes out, it’s a scene she really enjoyed in her now passed life. I know she has gone through ecstasy release already, a rising wave of emotions and joy that raises her vibration to an outstanding one, one of ecstasy.

My maternal grandfather has pulled me to his old house in Toronto Canada, he passed away a few weeks ago and has invited me into his dream. I glide over to him, he stands and waits and puts both hands out to greet me, no words are shared just total emotion, the very best kind, a heavenly feeling beyond what the human body can take. This is a gift a higher level for me to take with me, in fact it is so strong that the next 5 or 6 times I remember the experience I start to cry. A huge wave or joyous goodness fills me every time I remember and it takes me some time to get to the point of remembering without crying, a love filled moment I can carry with me.

20 years after my paternal grandfather passed I’m drinking a glass of wine in a conservatory. He appears and he is loud, not the kind of loud a microphone would pick up but the frequency he is holding, I experience it as a cosmic note. I see that he has chosen middle ground between us and he holds the note so that we can reach each other comfortably. We share the experience which is all note and I wondered why it took so long, I believe time is nothing for other worlders, definitely not the same for planet Earth humans. The next time I would hear a note like that would be in a dream with room full of people and the Dalai Lama chanting higher vibrations, higher dimensional connection with a cosmic note.