Journal writings continue ...
A good example of this is the day that I met my sister for the first time. My experience was extraordinary. After all, my sister was born before me and died the day after her birth, and eleven years before my birth.
This happened after I began a more earnest effort to write more regularly in my journal. The nature of my writings changed because I changed. I discovered that I was able to communicate more frequently with so-called dead people. I use that expression, not for my sake, but for readers who believe that family and friends that die are in fact really dead – as in gone, not to be heard from again, ever. Even if I could I do not desire to convince anyone otherwise, but my experience is that this is not true. All people that die in this physical life on earth continue their life in a different place, a different life … a dimension that some people have termed “the life beyond life,” or “life in the world unseen.”
This is the predominate nature of my journal writings today. I communicate with individuals living in a different dimension. Some of these individuals are well-known to all, others are known by many, and the others are known mostly only to a family or select group.
I have done this kind of writing on and off for at least 30 years. But recently, since early November of 2014, my journal writings changed in the direction that now appear to be a regular experience. And this is where surprises occur.
One day while I was writing my biological father came to write. He died over sixty years ago, in 1951. I was only 16 when he died and we did not have a good relationship. After he identified himself and began to write I stopped. I would not permit him to continue. I am not forced to write messages from spirits. However, I mellowed quickly toward my dad and the next day I actually invited him to come to write. He did and it turned into a very happy experience.
My mother also came to write. She died in 1969, and it was a surprise when she wrote. At first, I had a hard time associating her style of writing with the memory of who she was on earth. I learned the reason for this was found in the fact of her development and progress in her new life as spirit. Amazing surprises kept coming when mother wrote. I discovered that both mom and dad talked quite a bit about one of their children – a girl that died the day following her birth. This happened in 1924, and she was their fifth child. She was given the name Julia.
There are some in our family who did not recognize Julia’s birth. Many years ago I mentioned to someone that there are twelve children in our family and that I was number twelve. One of my siblings heard what I said and immediately corrected me, saying that we are a family of eleven, not twelve. I remember my immediate response; I said, “Did you ever ask mother how many births she had?”
The truth is that mother gave birth to twelve children. So when mom and dad came to me to write messages and openly spoke of Julia, they had my full attention.
Mom and dad not only mentioned my sister, but informed me that they met her – not as a baby or a little infant, but as a full grown woman!
Some readers may scoff and dismiss this information as utter nonsense. I did not. I welcomed the news of the life of Julia in the spirit world. Her death and entrance to a new life happened on July 2nd, 1914, ninety years ago – a very long time to grow and progress in a loving environment in the new life beyond life on earth.
Well, the story continues and gets better. Not only did mom and dad talk about Julia, they said that Julia wanted to come to me and write. When I heard this I was beyond happy; I was ecstatic. The question then came to me: Would I be able to be still and quiet enough to allow Julia to write?
Then on Tuesday afternoon, December 30th, it happened. Usually I write only in the morning. It was the holiday season and I stayed busy with family activities. But on Tuesday I felt the presence of spirits. They certainly did not come to coerce me or in any way demand my attention. I was receptive. So finally I went to my study and sat quietly. Then I took pencil and paper and began to write.
This is the day of surprise. I met my sister, Julia, for the first time.
Julia wrote a beautiful letter and made promise to return again to write additional details of her life in the world often unseen and unrecognized by humans on earth.
– Joseph