“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but
why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” – Albus
Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
There is no “winking out” of existence. There is an
everlasting essence, the true self, that shifts form when needed, physical to
spirit, and back again. – The Nightlight Oracle
Spirit Prompts
After I got up to do the morning traffic, Andy told me he’d
walked by the bedroom on his way outside with the dogs and heard something. He
said it sounded like I was still in bed, softly snoring. When he came back in
with the dogs, he heard the same sound again and stopped to look inside the
empty room. Neither dog would enter.
Later, when I was in the room, I heard a sentence — clear as
day: “I talk to the dead.”
Then I noticed the book I had started reading was open on
the bed. The title: The Dead Have Never Died by Edward C.
Randall. Source
I got the message. I’ve since included some of Randall’s
insights as I share my own encounters with those who are “deceased but not
dead.” One passage stands out: “The body that you see and touch is but
the housing, or the garment worn by another body, the etheric or spirit body,
which is just as much substance as the flesh, but so refined, intense and so
high in vibration that the physical eye cannot see it or the hand feel it.”
In death, the etheric form simply becomes an inhabitant of
that higher plane.
Randall also offered an important message about imagination,
something we often misunderstand in the physical realm. Referencing a spirit
source, he wrote: “You must know there is no such thing as imagination
as that word is generally used. Your dictionaries define it as the image making
power of the mind; the power to create or reproduce ideally an object
previously perceived; the power to call up mental images. There must exist the
sun before there can be the shadow. The real must precede the imitation, there
must be an original before the copy, the subject before the photograph. One
cannot imagine something that has no existence in Nature. The imagination must
have something basic.”
“The etheric mental lines or waves of the mind ordinarily
move at will in and about the unknown land, and through the sub-conscious brain
get impressions and suggestions, usually intangible and indefinite. Such
wandering of the mind not being understood, an entirely false conception is
obtained of the mental operation.”
When thought is passive, the psychic sense is activated and
one can see more than is possible with the physical eye. One can glimpse the
mental sphere – thought realm. Etheric forms are fashioned and changed by
mental operation alone. Mind informs the present.
Understanding this aspect of our consciousness, this
spiritual intelligence, becomes more accessible as we evolve our awareness. As
I’ve been inspired to remember: “Quiet mind, open heart.” When
we are in harmony with our environment, we are better able to access the higher
planes.
Through conversations with my guides, I understand that I’m
being urged to present more information about dying, about the need for
preparation in the mind, and how important it is to understand that death is
simply a transition from one state of being to another.
There is no “winking out” of existence. There is an
everlasting essence, the true self, that shifts form when needed, physical to
spirit, and back again. [Some non-human entities are also quite proficient at
this.] The body is retired, but the essence remains. With awareness and
preparation while still in the physical, the transition can be smoother — with
less fear, trauma, and confusion.
I asked my guides what would be most helpful to focus on
for The Nightlight Oracle, and what might help others expand their
awareness, their answer was clear. This guidance — practical and compassionate
— is the result. And I have to admit, it resonates because of one undeniable
fact: everyone dies. And yet, many still don’t realize that death
is a doorway, not an ending.
Signs and Lessons
There are often subtle cues. Smells, for example. One
morning, while out for a walk, I noticed a bad scent — sharp and unpleasant. At
first, I thought it was coming from Cassie’s collar. Then I thought maybe
Andy’s shirt. I smelled again — nothing. We planned to wash the collar. When we
got home later, the smell was gone.
That reminded me of another experience, years before my
nightlight encounters, when someone who had passed tried to get my attention.
[With my previous husband.]
We had just bought a duplex and, over time, I realized we
weren’t alone. A ghost lived there — and he was irritated. Looking back at the
signs, I can see he thought we’d invaded his space. He
preferred things neat and orderly. I’d get flashes of images — a closet with
hangers spaced perfectly apart, clothes arranged just so.
Odd things kept happening. A shelf unit detached from the
wall and fell on me — but nothing broke. An antique pickle jar, a family
treasure of my husband’s, hit me on the head, then bounced on the floor, and
somehow didn’t shatter.
When we went on vacation, a friend cared for our cat. When
we returned, it was obvious something had disturbed him — tufts of fur left
clumped in one spot on the stairway between the upper and lower floors.
There was the time I came home to find the glass doors on
the entertainment center open. Even though I knew no one else
had been there, I still called my husband to ask if he’d stopped by. Then came
the event that changed everything.
The Breaking Point
At night, things escalated. What I experienced seemed only
to bother me. I couldn’t ignore it. One night, after throwing off the covers, I
felt something touch my toe and bend it forward — gently but unmistakably.
After that, I kept the covers on.
Other nights, or during daytime naps, I’d hear a soft chime
— so close it was almost beside the bed. The most troubling experience was
waking up choking. At first, I thought it was some odd sleep issue — that I’d
forgotten how to breathe. To fix it, I started propping myself up with pillows.
That worked… until it didn’t.
Then one night when I woke myself up choking, I realized I
was also making a noise, a low, hollow moan. At that point it hit me: that
sound wasn’t random. It sounded like… a ghost. That’s when I understood.
Our ghost was trying to use my voice, my body, to
communicate.
Finding the Truth
We started asking questions. Why was the property such a
bargain? Who had lived there before us? The neighbors knew, but we hadn’t
thought to ask. The truth: the previous tenant in our unit had died there.
Suicide.
With that knowledge, pieces started falling into place.
Over time, I learned that he didn’t know he was dead. He was
still there, stuck and angry. He thought ending his life would release him, but
instead, he was trapped.
The Release
For a while, he hovered in the background, following us even
through two more home projects. It wasn’t until his frustration deepened that I
started to notice odd smells. The odors didn’t last but the scent was
unpleasant, indicating decay of some sort, impossible to locate.
When the fish tank inexplicably collapsed, I took it as my
cue to finally ask for guidance. That’s when I heard it — a voice, loud and
angry, berating me for ignoring him. He needed help crossing over, and I hadn’t
understood. I called on my guides and asked him to focus on someone familiar,
someone who could come to meet him. Three beings appeared, ready to guide him
home.
He left — still angry, still grumbling about my delay — but
gone. The beings were kind. I felt the warmth of their energy. One even thanked
me. It was a profound learning experience. One I’ve never forgotten.
We get trapped by our beliefs. Reality shifts the moment
those beliefs change. And when you feel stuck, when you don’t know how to move
forward, the lesson is simple: ask for help.
The challenge and the reason for knowing the dead have not
died?
“…their ability to influence “and in some measure control
the thought and conduct of every individual.”
“In the afterlife time does not exist, and progress is
eternal.” – The Dead have Never Died, Edward C. Randall
The takeaway: If I had understood the level of interference that is possible when the deceased (and others) roam between dimensions, I might have been better able to identify relationship issues that were triggered in the interim.
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