Death doesn’t really exist.

Death doesn’t really exist.

About 35 years ago, a friend of mine told me the following story. At about 5am, as Dale was getting ready for work, it felt as if his house was picked up and dropped heavily. He went to investigate, thinking that perhaps it was an earthquake. (This took place in California.) When he got to the kitchen, his father was standing there. As it turned out, this took place on his father’s birthday.

Dale’s wife, Jan, also felt the strong thud and their little dog jumped off their bed and ran down the hall barking. When Jan got up later, she turned on the news to see if there had been an earthquake. There was none. When Dale returned from work that evening, she asked him about it. He told her what had happened, that his father had met him in the kitchen and that they had talked for 20 minutes or so. They even hugged each other.

What makes this story unique is the fact that his father had “died” ten years earlier.

Love and Light

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