Yes, I’ve always talked with people who have passed. It’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
However, during different parts of my life, I had often wondered if encountering someone who was so close to me would make a difference;
Would it be more emotional?
Would it be more scary?
Would it be more clear?
… The answer is a resounding yes to all of those questions
and I wanted to share my experience and some of the messages I’ve received.

My dad passed last month and it shook my world. I mean, I knew the day would come eventually, but until it happens, you just never know how you’ll react. I think I screamed at the top of my lungs and cried for an hour straight. I’ve been through many things in my life, but this…this was the hardest, most heart-wrenching feeling I have ever felt. He’s gone, oh my god, it’s true, he’s gone. But was he really?

Physically yes, he’s gone but anyone who has been into any kind of faith-based religion or has had their own experiences (like me and most likely you if you are readings this), knows that we are taught the Spirit lives on. But where do they live on? How? What are they doing?

I asked my dad these very questions.

One day last week I was sitting in my bedroom in silence. I was wrapped up between deep thought and no thought for quite some time- a kind of a detox for my Spirit that I do when I know I need some “me time.” Suddenly I felt a presence. Now this is not unusual for me but as the feeling grew more intense, I realized it was definitely out of the ordinary (even for me ha ha). As a rule, Earth Bound Spirits come to me on my right hand side, and the “already crossed over” Spirits are generally on my left. This presence was dead center (no pun intended). I felt quite startled and uneasy at first- which is also not unusual for me- save for the fact that I could no longer lie in my bed, shift and ground. Instead, I jumped out of my bed and began walking around from room to room, sitting and then rising again along the way. “What on earth? I’ve finally lost it,” I thought as I now feverishly tried to find my own center.

I felt a wave of peace take over (thank you Dad) and I started to smell my father’s cologne. It was as if I could touch him right then or, at any moment he was going to appear right in front of me. The air was heavy; ready to birth something that I’ve never experienced before. I knew that. So I called out and said, “Dad, I love you, I miss you. Are you okay? Where are you?”

I did not hear a sound. (It’s rare for me to ever hear a Spirit’s voice). So I climbed back into my bed, laid back and asked him again in my mind. This is how I usually get communication and if it wasn’t broke, why fix it?! I started to “hear” him saying, “I’m okay, doing good. I miss and love you too.”

I asked again, “Where are you, dad?”

Now this is where it gets more interesting and, it is what I really wanted to share:

When I was 7 years old, my dad got into a horrific car accident. The hospital called my mom and said that he was “DOA” meaning, dead on arrival. We were to come to the hospital to identify him and collect his personal belongings. It was a sad, crazy day- I remember. I went into my room to get my coat but not before plunging into my pillows to cry. I lifted my head moments after and thought, “He’s not dead!” I got up and started shouting through the house, “Mom, he’s not dead, I just know it, he’s not dead.” As usual, she looked at me as only a mother who has become accustomed to her strange child proclaiming a vision and said, “We’ll see.”

Obviously, because I’m telling you this story umpteen years later, he wasn’t dead, but he did die for a few minutes that day.

My dad was always “spiritual” and we shared in those similarities. It was one of the things that bonded us so much. He told me all about what he saw and felt. He said, “It was so peaceful and I went into a light which led to a big, white city. All white.”

I wanted to include that part of the past because it became part of what he showed me during our connection. Often times, I receive messages through pictures, and this was no different in that respect. He started showing me the white city but as we grew closer to it, I started to make out some color. He said, “It’s very, very bright, white light here like the sun, only it doesn’t burn your skin and doesn’t hurt your eyes.”

To me, it looked very much like any other place here, on earth.”

So, I got to pondering:

Me: Dad, is this YOUR reality?
Dad: You were always a smarty. Yes, mine.
Me: Is everyone you know who passed already there?
Dad: No, but we can go over anytime to visit. It’s kind of like driving to another city to visit friends or family.
Me: Driving??
Dad: Best way to explain it. But yes, driving. I can for instance see my mom and dad, they are in another “town.”
Me: Are towns kind of a metaphor for other people’s realities?
Dad: Exactly.
Me: Other dimensions, Dad? Is that what it is?
Dad: Kind of, hon. It’s like this, some people have the same preference and that’s what makes up the “towns.” I loved the simplicity of the 1950’s so the town where I “live” is very old-fashioned. There are people working, talking, singing, just like any other town. And the ones working wanted that.
Me: Wow. So your own version of Heaven?
Dad: In a way. There are other places and other states of being. For now, I am here and for now, that’s all I know. It’s really nice, Jen. Please don’t worry about me anymore. I am more than fine and I will be watching over you. Remember to call on me in your spiritual work and to keep at it, too.
Me: I will, Dad. Thank you, I love you. Will you let me know when you “move?”
Dad: Ha ha, you bet I will.

I have read about and heard about different theories of what happens and where we go when we die. And, I did always subscribe to a similar idea about it kind of being what we thought for ourselves or what we would consider to be “Heaven.” But it never occurred to me that perhaps the other dimensions that some of us have seen could be part of heaven. Or that multiverses are actually parts of our created heavens when we die! I just had to share this so others can contemplate, too. I’m more of a hands-on type of gal and I generally like to believe based on experience and not just what’s written by others…so please feel free to not take my word for it. As for me, I found some answers and then some.

Thank you, Dad, for the beautiful experience, the wisdom, the memories and…the love.

Messages From My Father

18 thoughts on “Messages From My Father

  • November 20, 2017 at 9:17 am

    THIS was a beautiful story, although I hate using the word “story” as [to me anyway] it implies not true and I wholeheartedly not only believed every word but FELT them as well. In my collection of books, the ones I have enjoyed most have been the ones where people have ventured to the other side and came back to tell their accounts. Each have slight differences, which would make sense as we are all different in the way we go through life. There will always be people who try to rationalize them scientifically. I don’t need no damn rationalization. I can feel deep in my gut they’re the honest truth. “Listening” to Mac Daddy talk about what his new reality is like paralleled closely with others accounts of their unique “heaven”. I knew he was in a safe place, because I don’t believe, nor have I ever believed that a loving God/dess Source Energy would allow us to venture into such a place anyway. I think this was just the beginning of your heart starting to mend. I already know I don’t have to say this but KEEP TALKING to him; especially when you’re lonely and feeling like _ _ _ _. In the immortal words of “White Oprah” quoting the Queen herself — you now have an angel you can call by name. This time around, his name is “Dad”.
    Selfishly, I still prefer Mac Daddy. He’s smiling & for the record, just called me a smart-ass!

    • November 20, 2017 at 9:25 am

      Thank you, Gabby. I agree that this was absolutely the first step towards healing for me. It was truly a gift and NO, I won’t stop talking to him, ever. I always called him Mac Daddy or “daddlepaddle,” so I’m sure he doesn’t mind you calling him The Mac either. ;) <3

  • November 20, 2017 at 10:56 am

    Beautiful Jenny sending love. I am glad he was able to bring you some comfort in a way you would know was real. I fully believe this is truth. I hope it has made this transition easier for you somehow. Love and hugs

  • November 20, 2017 at 1:14 pm

    Thank you for sharing. See you just helped me and perhaps others also. I have long seen and heard and believed that we go where our consciousness is. What we felt comfortable with and loved. When my mother died she went to May Idaho, on the ranch with her mother, father, brothers, and her grandparents. She loved it there, and always wanted to be there. This inspires me so Jenny. What a gift of love, and communication. Your dad knew it would help to bring you peace. Amazing and loving account of the love of a father and daughter. Much love Renee

    • November 20, 2017 at 9:23 pm

      Renee, I was really hoping it WOULD help others but I never imagined it would help you. I am so happy and humbled that it did. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and for the truly kind comments. So much love right back to you <3

  • November 20, 2017 at 5:38 pm

    Aww Jenny…. that was so beautiful I am much more relaxed about death than I used to be but that jus made it sound so much more beautiful….πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

  • November 20, 2017 at 6:22 pm

    Hi Jenny – WOW how beautiful was that experience!!! Thank you so much for sharing this with others! I am reading a book that is free download on the net. Actually I keep reading it over and over. It talks about where people live on the other side and it is so similar to what your Dad talks about. Ebook by Peter Richelieu – A Soul’s Journey – Mysteries of Life and Afterlife. The only difference is the book talks about different levels as well and maybe your Dad hasn’t discovered those yet? I am so happy for you Spirit Sister! Hugs,

    • November 20, 2017 at 9:27 pm

      Very interesting, Dolores because that is exactly what I was saying earlier today (I did not write it here on this post) about different “levels.” I find levels to be offensive in terms of implying that it’s like a game or a “this one’s better than that one” type thing, but I do believe that is what my father meant about him being “here for now.” Thank you so much for your kind words and taking the time to read and comment. You are a Blessing <3

      • December 16, 2017 at 6:48 pm

        Hi Jenny
        In the book these levels aren’t offensive at all. I wouldn’t do it justice to explain too much, but we go to different levels of learning I suppose, before being re-incarnated. One of the levels are all devas, angels and such, another level is a teaching level, increasing skills in a certain area of art like music, painting etc. You would be better to read the book than have me explain.
        Blessings, Dolores XO

        • December 16, 2017 at 6:55 pm

          I totally get it, Dolores. Thanks for explaining what you’ve read, even though you thought you couldn’t explain it, you did lol. I have read similar thoughts from other books, so it all falls in pretty well. <3

  • November 20, 2017 at 10:41 pm

    Thank you Jenny.
    Your father blessed you with a beautiful connection
    and you blessed us with by sharing.
    Tears of joy and sadness but a big smile on my face the whole time
    ✻ƸӜƷ✻ ~Much Love & Butterfly Kisses~ ✻ƸӜƷ✻

  • November 25, 2017 at 7:52 am

    I loved reading this. Thank you so much for sharing.


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