Beyond Tommorrow

Saturday at midnight, channel 9 hosted a wonderful metaphysical movie.  Three elderly male spirits stayed in the ether’s, just above earth watching over a young unmarried couple in from the country – green to the ways of the city.

Overview of the movie: George Vale Melton (Harry Carey), Allan Chadwick (C. Aubrey Smith) and Michael O’Brien (Charles Winninger) are rich but lonely, so they invite a pair of strangers, schoolteacher Jean Lawrence (Jean Parker) and cowboy James Houston (Richard Carlson) to their house for dinner on Christmas Eve. Both James and Jean seem to hit it off, but the next day the three old men are killed in a plane crash. Now ghosts, the three work from the afterworld to make sure the young couple stays together.

What I found tremendously interesting, was how the writers think very similarly to me and other metaphysical persons of today. In that there are spiritual connections from those that passed from this life.

One spirit C. Aubrey Smith, was called to the light as his son, killed in WWl walked from the spiritual ether’s to him.  Oh, the thrill the father’s face reflected!  The son told his father that its so nice to finally come home where there’s never strife or turmoil.  The father asked what’s it like there?  The son said everyone gets their dream.  What do you want it to look like?  The father said I’d like to see the beautiful area around the fort that last day. Then you shall father.

This scene brought to mind conversations I’ve had with my father who passed August 20, 2012.  With closed eyes, I meditate to chat with my precious father while at the same time typing the conversation.  He’s told me that he’s with his mother who died when he was only five and his father who lived till dad was 35.  Dad was the youngest of nine.  Plus a host of other siblings and relatives.

These conversations allowed me to chat with my grandmother Fidella Gray as well.  Here’s an excerpt from a book now forming entitled Life After Life with Dad.  Chapter title Sunday, September 02, 2012, 12 noon  is: Angels among us!

V: So, what have you done since last we spoke?

Dad: I’ve sort of hung around with my father and mother, Debbie and oh Tessie and all my siblings are here too. It’s like the family reunions we had back on earth.

V: Do they sing songs there? Remember you stated your brother Elzie, Evert and the girls sang in harmony here. Do they do that there?

Dad: Honey there’s such a peace here that allows all kinds of songs. But yes, my siblings and I too sing songs whenever we want. Oh honey my mom, Fidella is here right now do you want to talk to her?

V: Oh my goodness, yes. Hi Grandmother. I’ve heard so much about you from dad. I want to know so much more.

F: Hello my granddaughter. I will call you Vickie okay?

V: Sure. I wish I’d met you at least once.

F: But you have. I’ve been there often when you needed help. (This is choking me up.)

V: Like what times?

F: When you and Debbie were in your car, when the brakes failed you. Remember?

V: Oh yes. I felt an Angel grab the steering wheel at the precise moment and turned it into a huge pile of rocks so Debbie and I didn’t go off the embankment. Was that you?

F: Yes, dear it was. You had so much more to do in that life. That was the only place available that I saw wouldn’t hurt the two of you and allow you to walk home to your dad.

V: Yes, I recall. When I told dad the steering wheel was jerked from my hands, he immediately said it had to be the Angels watching out for my babies. And so it was you?

F: Yes, and when you were shocked before that while doing dishes at age 14. Your hands wet with water, you turned the metal upright floor fan to move the air straight on to you as it was a very hot August day. Plus you placed your right hand on a metal drawer handle to place silverware in the drawer. I was there. Your mother came running from the bathtub with only a towel to cover her and tripped on the fan cord, which stopped the current from shocking you.

V: Oh my. I had no idea an Angel was involved. You now I yelled at the top of my lungs for someone to help me and yet in the yelling I felt I was whispering like a very soft crying out. However the neighbor lady heard my yelling and her house is at least one hundred yards or more away from our kitchen.

F: I hurried your mother to quickly dry off and run into the cord thus causing it to unplug. Both of you could have been shocked had the cord not unplugged.

V: Oh yes, I’ve gone over that endless times since. How miraculous it was for that to happen. But you know what grandmother?

F: What dear?

V: Ever since that moment in time, I’ve felt a connection to something beyond the earthly realm. But I held back when I thought someone was about to say something that I already knew what they were to say, I held back from stating it and they blurted out what I thought. To me it was the beginning of noting my intuitive side.

F: Yes, dear often it’s a trauma like that which enables the ability to intuit.

V: Were you the angel that came when I fell on the ice about ten years ago?

F: No, honey that was your grandfather. I was tending to something else here.

V: Grandfather?

F: Yes, it was your grandfather Theodore.

V: Is he there for me to ask a question?

F: Yes, dear.

T: Hello. It’s been a long time since we met. You were only seven when I left that life. Yes, it was me that came to you that day when you fell during ice skating.

V:   Grandfather, I’m so pleased to know this. When I fell, immediately a man in a tan suede leather jacket and jeans came over to me. Immediately, and I mean immediately he reached with his right hand from my left side to the back of my head and said No she’s not bleeding. His hand felt like an Angel and a doctor at the same time. Really it did. I felt like I was healed all at one moment. That fall was so loud that all stopped skating. Another man came to my right, a young man, asking me if he could help me off the ice. I stayed a bit as others quickly surrounded me. But that one man to my left disappeared when all those people came to my aide. Of course my daughter came over to help me. That fall was odd in that when I fell, I fell onto my rear but also my head fell back and hit the ice with a crack. I thought I split my head open. And yet nothing, no headache just stunned. When I stood with the help of the young man and Ashley I looked around for the man in the tan leather jacket, but couldn’t see him. I told my daughter please find that man. I need to thank him. He was an Angel I felt and here it was my grandfather.

T: Yes, dear you looked at every person as they left the rink. But I knew there was no need to stay. You were okay.

V: But I was sitting at the only door where people left and I watched the restroom doors too. No one fit that description. It was odd because I knew that man helped me. I even went back into the rink area and all were off the ice when the session ended. I asked the people working was there another way out and I was told  there wasn’t  only the door I was sitting near with ice on my head.

I knew then and there it wasn’t my imagination, but an Angel that came to my rescue. And all along it was my precious grandfather Theodore.

T: I was glad to help. You have much more to accomplish in this earthly life.

V: Like what?

T: Like the book you’re writing right now.

V: Is it to be a book. Really?

You see why this movie brought back memories of my father and the many telepathic conversations I’ve had with him and relatives too.

Metaphysics is defined in various ways of which this one fits my definition of it.

noun
noun: metaphysics
  1. the branch of philosophy that deals with the first principles of things, including abstract concepts such as being, knowing, substance, cause, identity, time, and space.

I love so many things about this life!  Especially since I left the strict confines of a religious upbringing to a mind full of wonder, eager to grasp all that’s available while here.

I’ll keep paying attention to what is beyond tomorrow.  Will you?

Victoria name for blog posts 11-1-2015

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