Unconditional love for ourselves and others is the
most important lesson we can learn.
This love transcends time and space, and it is eternal.
About this site. . .
Spirit guided you to this web site for a reason.
Our Loved Ones, Angels, Spirit Guides, and/or Beloved Pets are with us on a daily basis. They have our highest good at heart and assist us in many ways.
In order for me to be of service to all beings, Spirit uses my sensitively to open the door between dimensions. This work has impacted the lives of many people, because they have received validation of their loved ones continued presence in their life. This knowledge has provided them with peace of mind and emotional comfort. In many cases, the transition of a Loved One has provided the "wake-up call" to family members left on earth to their own spirituality.
When my mother suddenly died, this poem was read at her funeral. It brought me much comfort, and I want to share it with you.
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Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!