How do you send a message from the dead?

I think people who are able to receive these kinds of messages are quite lucky (although I've also heard from several of them who say they're not lucky and they wish they didn't pick up on these things).

This is a tough situation. Most non-believers have no time for claims like this one and you would be banging your head against the proverbial brick wall trying to get your message across.

Who knows what his family believes? Do you risk being seen as a trouble maker and cause more upsets by your claims or do you just mind your own business and forget you ever heard it?

I wish I knew. Maybe you need to ask for a way to do it. If you're supposed to do it, the answer will come.

Do I believe in after-life? Yes. Do I believe that the dead can contact the living? The jury is still out on that one. Do I believe that you should let his family know what you feel you've heard? No. I read the comment from the passed soul. It doesn't say anything that the family probably doesn't already know. If you receive something more, something that the family, any family, might not be aware of, then you could try to get the message through. Most likely, it will be impossible. I'm sure they've already received countless thousands of sympathy cards which they can't or won't read. In this case, I think it's best to let sleeping actors lay peacefully. You can rest easily yourself with your understanding of how passing works. Physics tells us that energy can't be destroyed. We are all energy, electrical energy. Electricity powers our muscles and our minds, sending millions of sparks coursing through our system each hour. Whether you believe in a heaven or a hell, the energy contained in our bodies goes somewhere upon death. Are you a sensitive? Only you can answer that question, and above all, no matter what the advice you receive here or elsewhere, only you know what you are supposed to do with it.

Make your own decision. You really don't need any help doing that. Advice, even the most well-intentioned, can only serve as a potential guide. It's always up to you and your own conscience as to which path you take.

I would attempt to contact the family; the individual being famous makes it more complicated.

I'll share one of my experiences of this nature with you.

Several years ago, I stayed at a small (like ten rooms) old-fashioned, family owned motel in a small town in Arkansas. During the night, I was visited by a sailor (apparition) which did not make sense at all. The town was many miles from any ocean. In the weeks following, I had a continuing strong impulse to contact the current motel owners and share my experience. Feeling more than a little foolish, I did. I wrote a letter. A few days later, I got a phone call from the owner who was excited and delighted.

The motel had been built and operated by her grandfather, a retired sailor, for many years. After his death, she had come home to Arkansas to run the motel. The description of my visit was a comfort to her and she felt like my visit was her grandfather's way of showing his approval. The room my family stayed in was one that the owner had re-decorated.

I sold a written version of this story to FATE Magazine a few years ago and sent it to the sailor's granddaughter.

Something similar happened to me. When Dimebag Darrell was killed a few years back, I became totally..ok, I became obsessed with it. I'd never really listened to Pantera much, although I have always been in awe of Dime's insane guitar skills. Still, I weirded myself out with how engrossed with everything I became, as if I personally knew him or something. I dreamed of messages from him to the point where I thought, "Ok, you are totally losing it here, chick. Get a grip." I have no idea if anything really originated with him, but eventually it passed and I didn't take any action.

I can't imagine the reaction I would have received if I had, anyway.

Hubby and I have often talked about how we would go about contacting one another when one of us dies. He has a fabulous story about his cousin and how she contacted her mother using a lilac bush. Too long of a story to really get into tonight, but suffice to say that she told her mother she would let her know if there were lilacs in heaven if she got there first. She died in a car accident, 2 weeks after graduating high school and her mother had lilacs blooming in her yard that fall. Totally unheard of since lilacs are very fragile in their blooming cycles, only bloom in the spring and often don't bloom much at all because of late frosts.

So Mr. Vagabond and I invent new and interesting ways to contact one another after one of us dies. I would love to believe that either of us could simply let the other know we are there, but who knows. After seeing The Notebook, I decided that we will die at the same time, in our sleep, all cuddled up. Yep. That's how it's gonna be.

Once i had a friend/co-worker who was killed in a car accident, and it was so unexpected and shocking - we worked side-by-side in an office cubicle - opening a casino together and pulling 15 hour shifts - 7 days a week. One night on her way home from work, she drove under the back of a semi - and that was that.

I took the call from her daughter the next day at work, and had to tell everyone as they came in. My friends desk sat there, waiting for the boss to empty the contents into a box.


What a day it was. I couldn't believe work went on, nobody got to go home or anything.

By that night, I finally made it home and was distraught and tired. I sat on the floor of my bedroom and cried, thinking about Jean. She had been an incredible lady and we had laughed alot. Right then, I felt her in the room with me. Not a body or anything, but a huge "I'm right here," feeling that filled up the entire room. The feeling was, "it's ok."

It was a huge relief, that visit from Jean. Sure, I still had to get through the next few days at work, and her funeral, but I did get through it.

In fact I drove to the funeral with another co-worker who told me that she had lost it when she heard about Jeans death, and had started breaking things in her apartment. The same comforting feeling, perhaps even stronger, came to this woman and calmed her.

So sometimes things do happen, and you know it's real. But they are only comforting to you at the time, and not necessarily things you will want to report to other people.

And in the case of a celebrity that I didn't know personally, I'd just chalk it up to my own mind playing tricks on me. I have grown these weird obsessions at times, too, and thank goodness they pass. But to try to contact people you don't know, and give messages from their loved ones that you didn't know, would probably not be appreciated. I'd let it go. If the spirit has the ability to get through, perhaps they did.

Who is Matty?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080201/us_nm/ledger_williams_dc

Ok, got it. Matty is his daughter.

I had an experience a couple of decades ago involving a letter written by the deceased mother of a close friend. I was dating the friend at the time and had connected with her mother a couple of weeks before her passing. It was a time in which I was meditating several times a day. A day or so after her mother passed I was journaling and suddenly the words were not mine. They seemed to be the words of the mother speaking to her daughters, words of comfort and assurance. I copied them from my journal and with trepidation gave the “letter: to my friend. She quickly accepted it as a message from her mother. And, with trepidation, she gave it to her sister, a fundamentalist born-again Christian. The letter was immediately recognized and accepted as being from her mother.
(We still have occasion to distribute copies of the letter from time to time.)

I’ve had other incidents, but nothing with the impact of that one. On another note, I’ve recently discovered the works of Michael Newton, PH.D, who documents case studies of life between lives ….interesting stuff.