What is Contact?
This is a chapter from a book I am writing about spiritual development. In this chapter I demonstrate the many ways that one can have spirit contact from the other side. One reason I think many people don’t pay attention to such contact is that it can be very subtle. Such contact can be easy to pass off as coincidence, or you might not pay attention to a dream, or really believe that you are “hearing voices.” But if you open yourself to communication from your loved ones, you may just surprise yourself and hear a welcome message from beyond.
Clairaudience
The first contact from Dave came about a week after he had passed. I was driving down to Florida from Tennessee by myself and I was on I-65 going through Montgomery. It was pelting rain. I had Dave Mathews on, and really wasn’t thinking much about anything except getting through the city with the rain. Then in the midst of downtown Montgomery, with trucks surrounding me on all sides, I heard distinctly Dave Ross’ voice in my head – but coming from outside of my person – “OK baby, I love you, I will always love you, but we are no longer married, so take your rings off.” I couldn’t believe it, it was the very last thing I ever would have thought would happen. I had no plans or thoughts personally of taking my rings off for who knows how long. Only one week had passed since he was gone. I said to myself and to Dave, “ok I will take them off in Florida.” But he replied “No, take them off right now, you need to move on and this is the first start. Take them off now sweet pea.” So I took them off, surrounded by the tractor trailers, with it raining cats and dogs, I removed my wedding band, engagement ring and ten year anniversary ring.
From then on, I periodically heard and still do hear his voice. It is distinctly his voice and not my own. Also it comes at very strange times, when I am not even giving a thought to him. He generally comes in just to share his love with me, I hear “I love you, I love you sweet pea, I am with you, I will always be with you.” Thoughts like that. He never offers advice, tells me what to do with investments, doesn’t tell me how to take care of the house or the car, he just sends me messages of unconditional love in his own exquisite way. Now that it is almost five years out from his transition, I no longer hear his actual voice, but I do feel the same strong presence of his love, and I can tell by his energy signature that it is him connecting with me.
A Medium’s Message
The next real contact came about three months after Dave had died. We had a long time friendship with a wonderful man from Senegal, Africa. Fali as a person of African descent, is tall – probably 6’ 8” and has dark beautiful chocolate coloring. In contrast, Dave and I are both fair, and Caucasian. Dave and Fali were close, always laughing together teasing one another. Their nicknames being both ‘Blood” and “Bro”, used back and forth, interchangeably; which occasionally drew frank looks from people, especially when they were out together in public.
Well what happened with the contact was that one night, I got a call from Fali, who wanted to know how I was doing, and wanted to share something with me. The following is a true story: Fali lives in Atlanta, GA and about once a year he goes to a traditional African fortune teller, the kind that throws bones to tell people’s fortunes. Fali hadn’t been to this man for at least a year, and the man who did know Fali had no knowledge of what had transpired with Dave, or in fact that Fali had white friends of any kind who were close to him. The fortune teller threw the bones and said: There is a man here who is your close friend who has passed before his time – he is not old. (Dave died when he was forty eight, and actually looked in his early forties three months before he died.) Fali acknowledged, “Yes, I do have such a friend.” Then the fortune teller says: This man says he is your Bro. (The fortune teller didn’t say “brother”, but distinctly “Bro”, which is a phrase that neither Dave nor Fali routinely used with anyone but each other.) Fali said “Yes.” The fortune teller then said: This man is WHITE!!!! And Fali said “Yes.” Fali then went on to receive a personal message from Dave which only offered unconditional love and support within the message. This contact was entirely clear to both Fali and me as a real connection from Dave. The fortune teller did not know Dave, did not know that Fali had any Caucasian friends, and the fortune teller did not know the key code word, Bro, that was a special word used between the two. Both Fali and I knew that Dave was well and we rejoiced in our message from the other side.
Physical Contact
I was in the process of moving from Dave and my home. I was honestly happy to be moving, even though it was only six months after Dave’s death. My new house would bring me closer to friends in town, and it was a smaller and easier house for me to manage.
The contact came first as a physical feeling of Dave’s presence. When the message came through, I was up on the top of a ladder, taking a large picture down off the wall. Suddenly I felt Dave holding me steady. I could actually feel him, and feel his hand on my arm and on my side. Then I heard “Sweet Pea be careful.” The communication lasted only ten to twenty seconds, but was exquisite. Dave was really beside me again, and I knew he also was watching out for me as he did in his life with me. As a postscript to why he would come through while I was on a ladder, when I wasn’t really in any danger, is a standing joke between Dave and I. Dave was mildly afraid of heights, and he really dreaded going up on a ladder. (I was not afraid of heights), but he always was the one to go up on the ladder; he never would let me do it because he said he didn’t want me to hurt myself.
Work Continues on the Other Side - Our Dreams
I have many dreams about Dave since he’s gone, probably several a week. The dreams are very vivid, for Dave seems to be like a live person in them. He is completely himself, but also quite often he shows delight in showing off some newly acquired (or reacquired) spiritual skills. He regularly takes me on car rides, and makes a point of manifesting the car in front of me, as well as manifesting boats and the like. We often talk for hours, but I rarely remember what we speak about in the dreams. Everything about his manner is the same except that he was a smoker and drank beer in his life, but he never does either in any of my dreams.
There is one dream that I do remember quite vividly. I appeared in a station building (like an old style train station.) In fact, there were train tracks leading up to the station, but only on one side, like this was the end of the line. The station was very quaint, and was on what at first I thought was the edge of a lake, but not a very big one. The lake boundaries were oddly shaped and on the far side had very high embankments (perhaps one hundred feet or so), and it was barren white rock. The area of the train station had some scrub vegetation around it when I arrived. And for some reason I was compelled to cross the lake, so I swam and waded across. The water was pleasant, warm and inviting. Even though it was only a little ways, it was not difficult to swim across and I came out on a dock on the far side of the lake. Where I came out of the water afforded me a better view of the whole body of water, and then I realized that what I crossed was a river, though one of curious nature. I turned and saw another larger station on the far side of the other bank, so there were stations on both sides of the river. The next thing I knew, I was inside the second station and Dave appeared out of nowhere. We were both very pleased to see one another. Dave had a lot of things to show me in the station – what little of the station that I can recall, it seemed like a huge department and grocery store. Everyone was smiling, very friendly, the colors and smells were vibrant and clear. After awhile, Dave said it was time to return back to the other side of the river, he did affirm that what we had crossed was a river. I went to get back in to swim across again, and Dave just looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “Why don’t we just go in this boat?” And, before my very eyes, a small white motor boat with a red engine appeared. We hopped in and Dave happily maneuvered us ashore. When we got to the shore, we went into the first station and directly into a very pleasant bar. This bar looked like every bar I’ve ever seen, with a high polished wooden counter, a bartender, stools and the like, but there was no alcohol served, people were drinking tea, coffee or water. Also there was no smoking in the bar, but I was told you could spoke marijuana (oddly enough), outside if you liked. Dave started talking to many of the people at and around the bar area. They all seemed to know one another, and Dave was trying to get them to cross the river – but no one seemed ready yet, so Dave would just laugh and joke with them and he told me that everyone eventually would be able to cross, but right now, they didn’t realize they could. (It was then that I knew that Dave’s first job after crossing over himself was to help those who had just died, but who weren’t ready for the transformation, to understand and to help them come to terms with their death and transition.) At some point, I went toward the back of the bar, and peeked out a back screened in porch, where I saw many children playing happily. One of the bartenders told me that lots of children are not prepared for their deaths, and that it takes a while for them to realize what has happened to be able to make their transition. The next thing I knew I was awake, and realized what a gift of a dream I had been given! I do not purport that all of those who cross over, go through a train station, etc., but that my dream was a metaphor for our transition. It was just shown to me in this way. I felt blessed to not only have seen Dave, but to have received a direct visitation with the transition team for those who journey beyond this dimension, as eventually we all do.
"Coincidences" - The Mark VIII
My most recent contact was not with Dave himself, but with a car of ours that was his favorite. We bought the car, a Mark VIII about a year before Dave died and I sold it shortly after I moved. The Mark VIII was coca colored; I had never seen another car exactly like it since I bought the vehicle, until two years after Dave passed. I was still in the midst of trying to close on my father-in-law’s house, which turned out to be one of those closings from hell, with many postponements and twists and turns. Truthfully, I was a little fed up that I had to take care of so many final affairs for people (yes, I too have the ‘poor me’ attitude occasionally.) Besides dealing with the people loses in my life, closing three estates within a year and a half were beginning to be a burden and strain.
I was finally on my way to the closing, when I took a wrong exit. As I was already committed to the exit when I realized my mistake, I started to chastise myself, but then switched to the more positive question of “What does this wrong turn really mean?” I took a side street that I thought would bring me back to the area of town that I needed to get to, but my focus was drawn to the car in front of me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the Mark VIII, as far as I could tell, even to the scratch marks on the trunk key cover! I closely reviewed the car from the rear; it was the same model, year and color as our old car. Amazingly, my old car was in front of me. Since I sold the car I had never once seen another one like it any where in town or elsewhere since we owned the vehicle, yet it showed up fifteen minutes before the closing on a house that was a very emotional event for me. I knew then that Dave and my dear in-laws where once again looking after me and journeying with me closely any time I really needed them.
The Truck
Another interesting contact occurred when I passed to my brother, Steve, Dave’s pickup truck. The truck was a deep daily reminder of my loss, so when I discovered that my brother could use a vehicle this seemed to be a perfect solution to my problem. Steve flew down from New York to Tennessee, and we had a day or so of fun visiting. Then Steve got in Dave’s truck and started the long sixteen hour drive back to upstate New York. Along the way, Steve stopped off at some interstate rest stop. (Just one of those stops on a long trip you do when your legs get tired and you need to walk around a bit.) Steve pulled into a parking spot, got out, and he noticed an older man doing leg stretches behind the car in the parking space beside him. Steve walked around the car and then shouted out the man’s name! The man doing leg stretches turned out to be a long time neighbor friend from where we all grew up as children. He and his wife just happened to be traveling from Florida back to their lake home in upstate New York where we grew up. Neither this couple nor Steve had any knowledge of the other’s travel plans; in fact they hadn’t been in contact with one another in many years. All commented on the astronomical coincidence, and when Steve revealed to them that it was Dave’s truck that he was driving home, they all shook their heads in amazement. Dave had come to know this man and his wife as our family friendship extended to my husband after I married. All parties felt that Dave had been integral to reconnecting these friends reminding them of their wonderful friendship and times together. Needless to say, I got a call from Steve telling me of this connection, and what we believe was a divine synchronicity and message from Dave and the universe.
What does all of this mean? To me, it means that there is no death and that life does go on, and more wonderfully than we can imagine. I hope I have shown you that many messages can come through directly to you, or in your dreams and through synchronicities. If you still don’t believe in them, messages will come to you through friends who report their next world connections back to you. We need not have any fear of death, for ourselves, or for our loved ones. They live on as we do. They have their own work to do on the other side, yet may still come around from time to time offering us love, encouragement and special messages. For those closest to us who transition, we can still be together at night if we wish, on the astral level while we dream. Even if we do not remember doing this, our most important relationships, as do we, continue in other dimensions. Aren't we blessed when we recognize this fact?
Clairaudience
The first contact from Dave came about a week after he had passed. I was driving down to Florida from Tennessee by myself and I was on I-65 going through Montgomery. It was pelting rain. I had Dave Mathews on, and really wasn’t thinking much about anything except getting through the city with the rain. Then in the midst of downtown Montgomery, with trucks surrounding me on all sides, I heard distinctly Dave Ross’ voice in my head – but coming from outside of my person – “OK baby, I love you, I will always love you, but we are no longer married, so take your rings off.” I couldn’t believe it, it was the very last thing I ever would have thought would happen. I had no plans or thoughts personally of taking my rings off for who knows how long. Only one week had passed since he was gone. I said to myself and to Dave, “ok I will take them off in Florida.” But he replied “No, take them off right now, you need to move on and this is the first start. Take them off now sweet pea.” So I took them off, surrounded by the tractor trailers, with it raining cats and dogs, I removed my wedding band, engagement ring and ten year anniversary ring.
From then on, I periodically heard and still do hear his voice. It is distinctly his voice and not my own. Also it comes at very strange times, when I am not even giving a thought to him. He generally comes in just to share his love with me, I hear “I love you, I love you sweet pea, I am with you, I will always be with you.” Thoughts like that. He never offers advice, tells me what to do with investments, doesn’t tell me how to take care of the house or the car, he just sends me messages of unconditional love in his own exquisite way. Now that it is almost five years out from his transition, I no longer hear his actual voice, but I do feel the same strong presence of his love, and I can tell by his energy signature that it is him connecting with me.
A Medium’s Message
The next real contact came about three months after Dave had died. We had a long time friendship with a wonderful man from Senegal, Africa. Fali as a person of African descent, is tall – probably 6’ 8” and has dark beautiful chocolate coloring. In contrast, Dave and I are both fair, and Caucasian. Dave and Fali were close, always laughing together teasing one another. Their nicknames being both ‘Blood” and “Bro”, used back and forth, interchangeably; which occasionally drew frank looks from people, especially when they were out together in public.
Well what happened with the contact was that one night, I got a call from Fali, who wanted to know how I was doing, and wanted to share something with me. The following is a true story: Fali lives in Atlanta, GA and about once a year he goes to a traditional African fortune teller, the kind that throws bones to tell people’s fortunes. Fali hadn’t been to this man for at least a year, and the man who did know Fali had no knowledge of what had transpired with Dave, or in fact that Fali had white friends of any kind who were close to him. The fortune teller threw the bones and said: There is a man here who is your close friend who has passed before his time – he is not old. (Dave died when he was forty eight, and actually looked in his early forties three months before he died.) Fali acknowledged, “Yes, I do have such a friend.” Then the fortune teller says: This man says he is your Bro. (The fortune teller didn’t say “brother”, but distinctly “Bro”, which is a phrase that neither Dave nor Fali routinely used with anyone but each other.) Fali said “Yes.” The fortune teller then said: This man is WHITE!!!! And Fali said “Yes.” Fali then went on to receive a personal message from Dave which only offered unconditional love and support within the message. This contact was entirely clear to both Fali and me as a real connection from Dave. The fortune teller did not know Dave, did not know that Fali had any Caucasian friends, and the fortune teller did not know the key code word, Bro, that was a special word used between the two. Both Fali and I knew that Dave was well and we rejoiced in our message from the other side.
Physical Contact
I was in the process of moving from Dave and my home. I was honestly happy to be moving, even though it was only six months after Dave’s death. My new house would bring me closer to friends in town, and it was a smaller and easier house for me to manage.
The contact came first as a physical feeling of Dave’s presence. When the message came through, I was up on the top of a ladder, taking a large picture down off the wall. Suddenly I felt Dave holding me steady. I could actually feel him, and feel his hand on my arm and on my side. Then I heard “Sweet Pea be careful.” The communication lasted only ten to twenty seconds, but was exquisite. Dave was really beside me again, and I knew he also was watching out for me as he did in his life with me. As a postscript to why he would come through while I was on a ladder, when I wasn’t really in any danger, is a standing joke between Dave and I. Dave was mildly afraid of heights, and he really dreaded going up on a ladder. (I was not afraid of heights), but he always was the one to go up on the ladder; he never would let me do it because he said he didn’t want me to hurt myself.
Work Continues on the Other Side - Our Dreams
I have many dreams about Dave since he’s gone, probably several a week. The dreams are very vivid, for Dave seems to be like a live person in them. He is completely himself, but also quite often he shows delight in showing off some newly acquired (or reacquired) spiritual skills. He regularly takes me on car rides, and makes a point of manifesting the car in front of me, as well as manifesting boats and the like. We often talk for hours, but I rarely remember what we speak about in the dreams. Everything about his manner is the same except that he was a smoker and drank beer in his life, but he never does either in any of my dreams.
There is one dream that I do remember quite vividly. I appeared in a station building (like an old style train station.) In fact, there were train tracks leading up to the station, but only on one side, like this was the end of the line. The station was very quaint, and was on what at first I thought was the edge of a lake, but not a very big one. The lake boundaries were oddly shaped and on the far side had very high embankments (perhaps one hundred feet or so), and it was barren white rock. The area of the train station had some scrub vegetation around it when I arrived. And for some reason I was compelled to cross the lake, so I swam and waded across. The water was pleasant, warm and inviting. Even though it was only a little ways, it was not difficult to swim across and I came out on a dock on the far side of the lake. Where I came out of the water afforded me a better view of the whole body of water, and then I realized that what I crossed was a river, though one of curious nature. I turned and saw another larger station on the far side of the other bank, so there were stations on both sides of the river. The next thing I knew, I was inside the second station and Dave appeared out of nowhere. We were both very pleased to see one another. Dave had a lot of things to show me in the station – what little of the station that I can recall, it seemed like a huge department and grocery store. Everyone was smiling, very friendly, the colors and smells were vibrant and clear. After awhile, Dave said it was time to return back to the other side of the river, he did affirm that what we had crossed was a river. I went to get back in to swim across again, and Dave just looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “Why don’t we just go in this boat?” And, before my very eyes, a small white motor boat with a red engine appeared. We hopped in and Dave happily maneuvered us ashore. When we got to the shore, we went into the first station and directly into a very pleasant bar. This bar looked like every bar I’ve ever seen, with a high polished wooden counter, a bartender, stools and the like, but there was no alcohol served, people were drinking tea, coffee or water. Also there was no smoking in the bar, but I was told you could spoke marijuana (oddly enough), outside if you liked. Dave started talking to many of the people at and around the bar area. They all seemed to know one another, and Dave was trying to get them to cross the river – but no one seemed ready yet, so Dave would just laugh and joke with them and he told me that everyone eventually would be able to cross, but right now, they didn’t realize they could. (It was then that I knew that Dave’s first job after crossing over himself was to help those who had just died, but who weren’t ready for the transformation, to understand and to help them come to terms with their death and transition.) At some point, I went toward the back of the bar, and peeked out a back screened in porch, where I saw many children playing happily. One of the bartenders told me that lots of children are not prepared for their deaths, and that it takes a while for them to realize what has happened to be able to make their transition. The next thing I knew I was awake, and realized what a gift of a dream I had been given! I do not purport that all of those who cross over, go through a train station, etc., but that my dream was a metaphor for our transition. It was just shown to me in this way. I felt blessed to not only have seen Dave, but to have received a direct visitation with the transition team for those who journey beyond this dimension, as eventually we all do.
"Coincidences" - The Mark VIII
My most recent contact was not with Dave himself, but with a car of ours that was his favorite. We bought the car, a Mark VIII about a year before Dave died and I sold it shortly after I moved. The Mark VIII was coca colored; I had never seen another car exactly like it since I bought the vehicle, until two years after Dave passed. I was still in the midst of trying to close on my father-in-law’s house, which turned out to be one of those closings from hell, with many postponements and twists and turns. Truthfully, I was a little fed up that I had to take care of so many final affairs for people (yes, I too have the ‘poor me’ attitude occasionally.) Besides dealing with the people loses in my life, closing three estates within a year and a half were beginning to be a burden and strain.
I was finally on my way to the closing, when I took a wrong exit. As I was already committed to the exit when I realized my mistake, I started to chastise myself, but then switched to the more positive question of “What does this wrong turn really mean?” I took a side street that I thought would bring me back to the area of town that I needed to get to, but my focus was drawn to the car in front of me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the Mark VIII, as far as I could tell, even to the scratch marks on the trunk key cover! I closely reviewed the car from the rear; it was the same model, year and color as our old car. Amazingly, my old car was in front of me. Since I sold the car I had never once seen another one like it any where in town or elsewhere since we owned the vehicle, yet it showed up fifteen minutes before the closing on a house that was a very emotional event for me. I knew then that Dave and my dear in-laws where once again looking after me and journeying with me closely any time I really needed them.
The Truck
Another interesting contact occurred when I passed to my brother, Steve, Dave’s pickup truck. The truck was a deep daily reminder of my loss, so when I discovered that my brother could use a vehicle this seemed to be a perfect solution to my problem. Steve flew down from New York to Tennessee, and we had a day or so of fun visiting. Then Steve got in Dave’s truck and started the long sixteen hour drive back to upstate New York. Along the way, Steve stopped off at some interstate rest stop. (Just one of those stops on a long trip you do when your legs get tired and you need to walk around a bit.) Steve pulled into a parking spot, got out, and he noticed an older man doing leg stretches behind the car in the parking space beside him. Steve walked around the car and then shouted out the man’s name! The man doing leg stretches turned out to be a long time neighbor friend from where we all grew up as children. He and his wife just happened to be traveling from Florida back to their lake home in upstate New York where we grew up. Neither this couple nor Steve had any knowledge of the other’s travel plans; in fact they hadn’t been in contact with one another in many years. All commented on the astronomical coincidence, and when Steve revealed to them that it was Dave’s truck that he was driving home, they all shook their heads in amazement. Dave had come to know this man and his wife as our family friendship extended to my husband after I married. All parties felt that Dave had been integral to reconnecting these friends reminding them of their wonderful friendship and times together. Needless to say, I got a call from Steve telling me of this connection, and what we believe was a divine synchronicity and message from Dave and the universe.
What does all of this mean? To me, it means that there is no death and that life does go on, and more wonderfully than we can imagine. I hope I have shown you that many messages can come through directly to you, or in your dreams and through synchronicities. If you still don’t believe in them, messages will come to you through friends who report their next world connections back to you. We need not have any fear of death, for ourselves, or for our loved ones. They live on as we do. They have their own work to do on the other side, yet may still come around from time to time offering us love, encouragement and special messages. For those closest to us who transition, we can still be together at night if we wish, on the astral level while we dream. Even if we do not remember doing this, our most important relationships, as do we, continue in other dimensions. Aren't we blessed when we recognize this fact?
