It's as Clear as Mud

[Underdog]

Talitsa,

I don't think you're crazy at all... and if you are, I'm jumping in your pool.

My sister and I also possess the same "gift". Our Celtic ancestry is also full of myth and lore, much like your Native American roots.

I have had some incredible "conversations" with dear relatives who have passed on, as well as other angelic types. I consider myself to have a pretty good handle on that aspect of my life, but periodically I need the help of someone whose gift is far more developed.

I consult him periodically to get a temperature check on how I'm doing. "They" in the spirit world cannot give me feedback about my H (free will always prevents this), but they do give me insight into my own thoughts and actions.

I've discovered that what he told me a year ago and up to now has been dead on accurate.

So chalk me up as a partner in crime.

Ellie, the reason they mention such trivial things such as teeth and trains are so that you truly know it is them who is talking to you. They give you something that they believe will trigger you into recognition.

Before my grandma died, we made an agreement to speak now and again. She told me that she would find a way that I would recognize. It took me several years to understand when she needed to tell me something... she would kill my TV sets (including the one in my car).

After getting our bedroom TV set repaired for the 3rd time, Mr. Wonderful (also the skeptic) told me to ask her to find a less expensive way of contacting me! I did, and from that point forward, she has just killed the lightbulbs.

Instead of getting mad, I just tell her, "Okay, I know you need to say something. Come visit me tonight after my prayers and I will listen."

Ellie, I can promise you with all my heart that the guidance she has given me (along with my other kooky relatives) has been invaluable.

Last Memorial Day weekend, my H went on a drinking binge--he at least recognized that he was in no shape to take care of our girls--apologized for it and made arrangements with me to take over.

I was furious, to say the least. That night I went to bed, much in the mind to call it quits and file for D. I was just getting out of my crazymaking fog and decided to ask for help instead.

My grandma showed up and told me to be quiet and listen to what the other voice had to say. I believe it to be God with all my heart and soul. He told me that things couldn't be done my way and in my timeframe. He also told me that my incessant need to do things my way was getting in HIS way... and told me that interfering in His work was only putting Him further behind.

I laid there in stunned silence. He told me to go away for awhile and take care of myself and the girls so that He could work on Mr. Wonderful. He added with a chuckle, "And you know that he's stubborn and going to take some work, so plan on making this a long vacation for yourself."

It was that convo that put me in the position to begin detaching. Before then, I just didn't get it. I was a lurker here then, so I had not learned this art yet.

The one thing I've learned is that there is no such thing as a coincidence. They are merely intuition calls--a means for you to go quiet and listen to your inner voice. The voice of reason and the one that reveals the truth.

I have always believed, so this is fairly easy for me now. We are taught through our spiritual and religious teachings that there is life after death. We want to believe, but logic gets in the way. My H has great difficulty with this, but he also wants to believe that there is something better than life on earth.

There is! Why spend so much energy fighting it? Time is ticking away, girlfriend. It's liberating to live your life that way.

BTW, James Van Praagh has some excellent books out there on this very subject. If you are in the mood for a very beautiful book on this subject, read his first one--Talking to Heaven. My skeptical dad read it and said for the first time in his 60+ years, he felt at peace with things. If anything, it helped me understand why we're here and made me totally unafraid of dying.

Have a great week!

Betsey