Before I begin:

I need to clearly state that, as anyone who knows me can certify, I have never dealt in untruths or lies in my lifetime. I have always believed that only the truth is of consequence in all we do and that to deviate in any way will only damage our personal credibility and the trust from all our friends. I've always had both feet firmly planted on the ground

Have people thought I'm crazy since I began to tell them about all of the wonderful, unexplainable things I've seen and heard since Shirley's death? Of course. To be perfectly honest, unless you have personally experienced anything like the things I have, it's a natural reaction to doubt something that can only be retold, with no proof. I have been accused of dreaming, hallucinating, and letting my subconscious mind tell me things, among others. Once more, I say that once you have experienced something similar, it will remain permanently engraved into your mind and memory, and no words will ever change that.

I assure you that I did truly ponder each event, attempting to find an explanation for each experience. My lifelong Catholic faith tells me that our soul, conscience or consciousness (as scientists might call it) does live on forever after our physical death, and I was blessed to witness in person the evidence of that.

My daughter bought a small book for me to read, called “Hello from Heaven.” It is a book compiled from the results of over 3,000 personal interviews by the authors. It deals specifically with After-Death Communications. Throughout Canada and the USA, the authors searched to find persons brave enough to report their experiences. From these stories, they chose 3,300 viable ones based also on the testimony of witnesses, friends, pastors, and family members. Then the couple who wrote the book spent over seven years personally visiting and questioning those involved. Yes, seven years - not an overnight deal and now grown into an association of more of these experiences gathered from throughout the world. There are many forms of communication other than just a loved one physically speaking to you. Several of those recorded in the book were as I experienced and gave me a confidence in knowing that mine were not uncommon at all.

Messages

5 Deceased Souls Respond To My Call

Number 1 was my deceased wife, Shirley. I did not know, after her sudden death, if she was with still near me until I started to ask her questions that didn't require a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. With those types of questions, we can easily believe that it is just our subconscious mind answering with the response we expect. Changing the format of the question to one which she could answer by saying something unexpected, is when everything started working. Something like, ‘What do you think?" I really believe that the key to reaching someone is “US”, you and me, initiating the contact effort. Number 2. My 34-year-old grandson tragically died from a fentanyl overdose, a few years after Shirley's death. A few weeks later, I had just finished exchanging a few words with Shirley one late afternoon. I don’t know why I even thought of calling out to him, or asked him if he was nearby and could he hear me. Instantly, he responded with his familiar form of a forceful greeting, “Grandpa!". He thanked me for visiting his young wife. It was only AFTER his death that I begun visiting her a few times, as a Grandpa she did not have of her own. How did he know? Although his response caught me off guard, I managed to ask if he wanted me to pass a message to her. He said to tell her he loved her and would always love her. Over and out! And, yes, they were madly in love. Number 3. My brother-in-law, Shirley’s brother, died many years ago from a heart attack. A few months ago, I was sitting in our big back yard patio, everything quiet, except for birds and deer in the undeveloped ranch behind us. I do not know why I even thought of calling his name, but I did. He immediately answered, “Emile”. Then he said, "Keep praying for me”. That was it. I already prayed daily for him, and it seems he was aware of that. Number 4. One day, I was reading in my bedroom when, completely unannounced, my cousin Aurele, deceased for four months, called out to me verbally, and said my name out loud in the unusual, yet familiar, way he always did when we were teenagers. And if you do not think that was a shocker, a sudden voice out of nowhere, be assured it was spine tingling. His parents were my godparents, and he was a cousin. He said, after calling my name, “Pray for me." Nothing more. His story also can justify those words. He was born and raised a Catholic, but shortly after he got married, he left the faith, for over 55 years. How this ties into his request to me, you can use your own imagination. Number 5. This one really surprised me. Shirley’s father, grandfather to my children and a mentor to many of us, was someone who was dearly missed, even more than 20 years after his death. One of my daughters asked me several times, knowing my connection with Shirley in her spirit form, to please try to reach her Grandpa. Sitting outside on our patio one day, i thought about her request. I am not a mystic or a medium, just a plain guy. I said to myself, “What in the heck, at least give it a try." I certainly was not expecting any response. His name was Les and I just called him, saying, “Les, are you here? Can you hear me? “ I just about fell out of my chair when, in his strong voice he answered me, “Yes, Emile. I am fine. Shirley is fine. We are all fine." (That would be him, his wife Luvena, and my brother-in-law, all deceased along with Shirley.) Then he continued, “Don’t worry about us. Keep doing the work you are involved in." End of conversation. The work he was referring to was my active participation in several Facebook Life After Death groups, sharing the after-death messages from my wife to help boost people’s beliefs and hopes of being able to hear from their own departed loved ones. Now, if an ordinary guy like me can have such experiences, why can’t you? You must really believe that you can. Don't stop with the first effort if it is unanswered and try to initiate communication in a quiet setting. You know the old saying - Nothing ventured, nothing gained. No truer words.

Communications With My Wife, Shirley

At age 83, the same age I was, and married for 61 yrs, my wife Shirley died suddenly in my arms. For the following few months, I kept noticing unexplainable little happenings. An electronic candle that had been turned off for months lit up, all by itself, on the same night Shirley passed. I dismissed this as a fluke. Then, a leaf in her expansive plant collection, in my line of sight, suddenly flashed on and off, as if a spotlight were hitting just that portion of the plant. Everything was turned off, no a/c or ceiling fan to cause the illusion. There were other things, but being new to experiencing this first-hand, I was not attaching these odd things to 'signs,' even if I was questioning in my mind the mechanics of it. Then, for no special reason, I began talking to her in a very quiet and undisturbed room. I was asking questions that required a "yes or no" reply. After a short while, I started wondering if the replies I was getting were just my subconscious saying the exact response to my question that I was expecting. So, I started posing simple questions requiring a comment. A whole new world opened up for me. I found that to enable a conversation; I needed to make the initial contact. This is important, at least in my case, and I know not to sit back and wait for our deceased loved ones to initiate communication with us. My own experiences have shown this to be a fact. I am approaching 88 yrs of age now and ever since I found out how to reach my wife, to this very day we can enjoy our special relationship. Now I only need think of her, and she is there. Because she is no longer exposed to all of the calamities of this world, I don't try to communicate with her about current events. We only comment on our forever relationship and family. Probably three times I mentioned that I just wished she were here with me. The answer initially was, "I am always with you." Then a little more forceful at the third time, "Emile, you know I told you I am with you always." I always have a photo of her in front of me to help me see who I am calling out to. My conversations are not necessarily questions, but requests for comments. Since her death, I have always kept fresh flowers in front of her picture. I asked her one time, ”Shirley, I know you loved flowers and was thinking if you were here how much you would like them." She answered, “Those are beautiful flowers,“ very clearly. Early in communications, I asked her, "Shirley, how happy are you where you are?" She replied, “Very happy.” You can decide what to make of this. I heard her voice again, about a month later. I was feeling sorry for myself and moping around for a couple of days, just simply missing that beautiful person who should have been seated in the red lounge chair next to me. Again, this was as I was dressing, and I suddenly heard her voice, coming from the same place as the last time, less than six feet from me. All she said to me was, “Shhhh, Emile.” I knew she was telling me to stop this moping because she was still with me. In other words, settle down! Yes, she could easily tell me that, this little blonde, blue eyed 5’2” farm girl, as I used to call her. Again folks, picture yourself in my place and see how you might react. Don't give up if the first few attempts to communicate don't work for you, as you may just receive what you have been wishing for, if you're patient. At first, I talked out loud to her in my quiet room. Eventually she seemed to be ahead of me, awaiting my call. When I called to her, I really concentrated on what I was doing since we are dealing with some form of telepathy. I did not get disappointed if there was no reply. I would just try again later. Once more, I want to reiterate to all of you I believe there is life after death, a never-ending life, and once we start to believe in that, we open ourselves to unimagined realities.

My Adult Children Have Also 'Heard' From Their Mom

After Shirley’s physical appearance in my room, about a month later around 7am I was debating whether or not I should get up and tackle the day. Suddenly, I heard a strong serious voice, that of my wife, say “Emile”. Her voice came from an exact point that I could identify which was about 4 - 5 feet from me, near her little pink chair. I was very surprises, but also so happy to hear from her as up to this point she had never spoken like this. Before I could finish dressing, I called my daughter one of my daughters, who had just arrived at her office and was getting out of her car. She immediately told me that as she got out of her car, she heard her name called out, three times. She knew instantly it was Shirley, her mother, calling her. I cannot express how elated my daughter was to have had this greeting. I decided afterward that Shirley was verbally telling us that she was in good hands and was still with us. At the same time in Calgary Alberta, Canada, as my eldest son told me later that day, he was walking over to a table by a window with a good view outside. He said that as he sat down to drink his morning coffee, he witnessed what he called the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen. Picture this with the snowcapped mountains in the background. As he was watching, he was saying to himself how his mom would have loved to see this unreal sunrise. And then, in his own words, suddenly he felt the most warm and definite calming moment he had ever recalled having. Then, he said, “I felt like there were two hands on my shoulders.” He then said he knew exactly who in his lifetime could give him such a good warm feeling by just putting her arms on him or around him. It was his mom. He knew she had contacted him to tell him she loved him and that she was OK. Now I might interject that my son is not a b.s. kind of man and says it like it is and has always been that way. Not long after this, my youngest daughter was having a sad moment, missing her mom. She had been reading the news on her iPad and set it down to attend to something else. When she returned to her tablet a few minutes later, she was surprised to see it opened to a little-used photo app. The photo on her iPad was of her and her mom, sitting side by side. She hadn't used that app in many months, nor seen that photo in years. This was a very comforting experience for her. Once more I have to leave it to you to try and make sense of this. I know what I feel, but then again I might just be a little biased!

God Hears My Prayers

Like many others, I have always wondered that about my prayers. Then something happened to straighten this all out for good. At 87 yrs of age, I visit a care retirement home for retired priests. All of them are in their 90 - 100s. One of them has become an especially close friend of mine. He's been blind since the age of 9. Despite this, he has served and preached throughout Canada, the USA and Europe. One day, after our visit when we were saying our goodbyes, he started humming his usual little song, “He (pointing to the sky) Loves Me - just the way that I am." As I left his room, I started asking, “God, do you love ME?" I stopped at the door of the small chapel that was at the front of the building. I leaned on the door frame and gave thanks for this visit, hoping I had done some good. I then looked to the front of the chapel, where a statue of Jesus stood on the far left near a wall. As I repeated the same question, suddenly a clear white light appeared next to the statue and formed a long rectangle, about 12 x 36 inches long. His hand appeared within the light with fingers extended. Behind the light, I could still see the cupped hand of the statue itself. I kept asking, "God, do you love me?" His hand started moving along the light. It was just like we move our hands apart to tell someone how wide or long something is. He was saying without words, that his love had no limits. I don’t know how you might have reacted, but I was to say the least “shell shocked”. All I could do was to thank him for this message. The point of this story is to show us that we always get answers, on His time. What better confirmation could I get about Him hearing my prayers, or for that matter, yours.

Red Light Bursts from Chalice at Mass

As if the experience of the statue of Jesus moving His hands was not enough to let me know without a doubt that He gets loves each and every one of us, here is how He settled the doubts I had of the changing of the wine as I had known it. He knows even the lowly worries and questions of someone like me. At the risk of repeating, I am a few days short of reaching 88 years of life on this planet. With my local church just an 8-minute drive from my home, I frequently attend the 9 am celebration of the Mass. My seat, next to the aisle in the second row, is directly in front of the altar and almost has my name written on it. Well, not quite. Actually, I hear better there and keep myself away from too many other people for health reasons, plus it is a much shorter walk to receive communion from the priest. The duration of the Mass is only 30 minutes. The core of it is called the consecration of the bread and wine, as was done by Jesus nearly 2000 years ago, at the occasion of the Last Supper. Catholics celebrate the consecration and share communion together at every Mass. Our faith teaches us that the priest, the direct representative of the apostle Peter, appointed by Jesus himself, is entrusted with repeating this process for us forever. Now bear with me, I am not preaching, but only explaining the process to those who do not know before I can tell you what happened. This is not a ‘who-done-it” mystery, and yet in the most technical sense of the story, it really is a mystery, as you will see. I had always wondered and even thought that we were supposed to assume that a physical change would occur to the wine at the moment of conservation. Well, I was about to be shown by the One who originated this process, just what happens at this special time during the Mass. At the moment when the priest takes hold of the chalice containing the wine he had poured into it a few minutes prior, he says some prayers and momentarily places the chalice down on the altar, all the while holding it, before raising it up for all to see. Well, at that very moment, to my complete shock, two super bright bursts of blood red light illuminated the front of the chalice, one at the midpoint and another lower down. That is correct, blood red. These bursts were done one after the other and not jointly and appeared just like you see what a drop of water does when falling on something hard, like a floor. The center flattens out and leaves a sort of crown of droplets along the edges that form a circle. Instantly, I looked around to see how these precise bursts of light could have originated. There were no special lights anywhere, as it is rather somber in the church. What light source could have hit exactly on the chalice as it did? There was nothing. Needless to say I was wondering, how this was possible. As soon as Mass ended and people left, I walked up to the altar where the chalice is always placed at the end of the Mass, and I examined it from every possible angle. In the last 15 years of my working life I had from scratch rebuilt a series of 15 commercial hydroponic greenhouses, which included everything from plumbing and more importantly, proper lighting. To some extent, I was aware of intensity, direction and placement of lights. Each greenhouse is 120 feet long by 30 feet wide to give you a picture of size. With that said, I also was well aware that each morning, the Mass was videotaped for replay on YouTube later in the day for those not physically able to attend in person. Well, you had best believe me I could not get home fast enough to watch the replay of that Mass. The camera always zooms in at the consecration time. I felt that the video would vindicate me from some quirk of lights that had happened. There were NO bursts of light in the video! After videotaping the Mass, the video is immediately uploaded to YouTube. I knew the people at the church who were responsible for handling the video were not capable of editing or manipulating it. Ok then, what thoughts would you likely have had? I, a doubting Thomas, was left with only one answer. The matter of only me seeing the lights meant that this was an absolute direct message to me, and me only. The message was to stop doubting and realize that the wine does in fact transform into Christ's blood, just as He said it did. Jesus showed me that His presence is actually within the chalice. Could a message have been more direct than what I had seen? In closing, please do not even entertain the thought that I am anything special, but rather just someone needing conviction and trust in what Jesus had instituted at the Last Supper nearly two thousand years ago. So please, even if you do not subscribe to what I have written here, then just consider this some form of message from a higher authority. To you who do believe, always keep in mind that such matters likely happen countless times on this planet, but people seem reluctant to disclose them, which is understandable. It just takes some old geezer the likes of me who can tell it like it is. Well, not really “old” but beautifully ripening, which does sound better. Please bear with my musings for a moment.

Seeing is Believing

I have a very special canvas print of the Virgin Mary that has inexplicably become very special. Before Shirley’s passing, I knew that for all of her life she had heartfelt affection towards our Lady. I wanted a print that showed a more mature image of Mary, versus the so many presentations we find everywhere of her as a young girl. I visited the EWTN online gift store and this framed image immediately came to view and was what I was seeking. When it arrived in the mail, I placed the canvas print in my living area, on the wall directly facing me. Right away, something totally unexpected happened. With the frame being some 5 to 6 feet from me, I noticed as I stood to the right of the frame that Mary’s face and eyes were looking right at me. Then, why I do not know, I moved to my left and was facing the print straight on. I had to blink twice as her face and eyes had now shifted to be looking straight at me, with that same motherly look. I backed to my first position, and her face appeared to have shifted again, to be looking right at me. No matter where I stood and from every angle, her face and eyes were pointing directly at me. My mind wondered, thinking that it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. A few days later, I had called some repairmen to see what was wrong with my refrigerator, which was leaking. As they finished the repair, I asked the eldest of the two to come and look at something that was intriguing me. I said, ”Stand over here,” and had him go through the same moves I had originally made. Then, I asked him to stand directly in front of the print and I asked, “Are her face and eyes looking right at you???” He answered hesitatingly, yes, and immediately called his assistant to come and see. They walked from right to left 3 or 4 times, no doubt thinking this was a trick or something like that. Then I took the canvas off the wall and let them handle it. It revealed just a painted image with no raised trick portions on it, just a simple print done on a piece of canvas. No doubt their minds were scrambling to find an answer to this phenomenon. I too was searching for an answer. We've all heard of paintings in which the eyes seem to follow you - but this was different. The entire face and head of the Virgin Mary appear to move. More people confirmed they also could see this phenomenon. I know my wife’s soul must have been dancing with joy to see how her Patroness was actively doing something to arouse wonder in anyone viewing the painting. That is my personal take on this, of course. The picture continues to this day to have the same effect - all from a small 8 x 10-inch canvas print.

When Our Souls Answer the Call From On High

My soulmate and I had been together for over 60 years, beginning in our teenage years. In 2020, Shirley answered the call from God to come and take her eternal rest. That was Shirley’s last year in human form. How she died is the message here. We were both born in the same small village, some 50 miles north of the North Dakota border. For some inexplicable reason, we had always enjoyed being together, even while with our friends. We never dated anyone else and at 21 years of age we married and began the long trek provided for in our joint destinies. Earlier, in April 2020, she witnessed the wedding of one of her dearest granddaughters. Later that year, on September 23, she reached her 83rd year of being alive. On November 13, 2020, at 5:30pm, I had just returned home from picking up some quick food for two weary people. Less than a minute after entering our kitchen area, I found her standing by the kitchen counter She called to me, with panic in her voice, saying, “Emile, I am feeling real bad." I ran up to her and grabbed her and held her to me so she would not get hurt, protected her head against my chest, feeling she was about to lose consciousness. As I strove to go to the floor with her, within 4 or so seconds she died in my arms while still standing up. Suddenly her whole body went totally limp, just like turning off a light switch. To this day, I wonder what guidance we must have had to be able to always have acted as “one flesh,” as our wedding vows declared. What better way for her to die than in the arms of the one she had always depended on, and for me to give her the last bit of protection I knew to do? Behind all of this is the eternal love we had and still have for one another. Yes, as we both found out, love does conquer all and is eternal. This event began a new chapter in our relationship that continues to strengthen today, even taking into account that we are now in different playing fields. This became so obvious about 7 months after her death when she displayed two things to me in the most shocking, and yet beautiful manner. Firstly, to tell me and our children that she was in good hands and to not be concerned at all about her. Then secondly, for me she implied that she would be with me forever, every day and night until we join up again. While my account here may be a challenge for you to believe, it is as I have described. I can only hope that it will relay to all a confirmation that our soul, our consciousness, is our very core while in human form, and exists eternally after our death. In closing, consider that if I had been but seconds later in arriving home, Shirley would have already passed on. Food for thought.

A Surprising Visit

My 2-year-old great-grandson saw Shirley, too. This is his dad's description of the event. Fri 6/14/2024 12:45 PM My 2-year-old and I were sleeping in the rocking chair in his room. He started to toss and get restless, my cue to continue playing opossum if I wanted any extra sweet minutes of sleep. On my lap, I felt him sit up straight and look at me to see if I was awake. He started talking to me and I, with every fiber of my being, attempted to convince him that more sleep was, in fact, what he wanted as well. We continued our debate in the chair (we may have a future lawyer on our hands with this one) when he said, “Great-Grandma come." Truthfully, it took me a moment to register what he had said. My first thought was that he meant Great-Grampa, whom he knows well, but “Great-Grandma” was clear as day. She died before he was even born. I knew he couldn’t have been talking about my grandmothers. The only one he would really remember and know goes by “Grandma Blueberry”. To be certain that he was talking about Shirley, I asked him, “What color hair did Great Grandma have?” He responded without skipping a beat, “red and white hair”.(blonde). I asked him, “Great-Grandma came to see you?” He responded with “Yea, Great-Grandma come door,” and pointed to his bedroom door. I asked him, “Did she talk to you?” He said, “Yeah, la-la-la-la.". He then got down from the chair and went to the living room to play. After asking him about Great- Grandma’s hair, and he responded with “red and white,” I looked on my phone for a photo of Great-Grandma to show him. I showed him a few. One from our wedding, another from Thanksgiving, and one last anniversary photo of my in-laws. I asked him, “Is this Great-Grandma?” He replied, without hesitation, “Yes, that Great-Grandma come.” La-la~la-la is what he called songs. I think he meant that Great-Grandma was singing to him. NOTE: Great-Grandma had blonde hair, a word not known to him. ALSO, he was born one year after Great-Grandma Shirley’s death. He had seen her photo before on a shelf at our home and was told that she was Great-Grandma. Does a 2-yr old remember such details ?? My granddaughter told me that her husband's face was white with shock when he returned to their own bedroom and told her what had taken place. I cannot explain the why or how or anything about this event. I have been truly blessed by God with the ability to communicate with my deceased wife, Shirley. After this particular event, I asked Shirley about her great-grandson. I knew without a doubt she had visited him, but knowing Shirley and her special affinity for little ones, especially one from her granddaughter who we had lived with for a good 9 years after her birth, I could not believe that she had made only one visit. So, in a short talk I just asked her outright, “Shirley, how often have you visited with him?" Her reply was, “Several times."

The Cardinals' Visits

We were provided with a beautiful setting for Shirley’s last years with me, a home surrounded with so much wildlife and birds beyond our imagination - something we both enjoyed. There is nothing like just watching these small critters going about their daily needs of finding food and water, which we provided for them all the time. Best of all was to see how they can be the perfect example for all of us, showing the ability to gather together, eating and drinking, without ever getting into any squabbles. Now with over 9 years of viewing this, I have videos showing raccoons, skunks, possums, armadillos and foxes, etc, all eating in the same small 30 x 30' side yard garden my daughter graciously calls Grampa’s Zoo. In fact, I wrote a whole children's book series about these animals called Grampa's Zoo! Every single day, in early mornings and late at dusk, a dozen or so cardinals visit my yard to meet their daily needs, I have close-up photos of bright red cardinals eating the sunflower seeds in the feeder I have that attaches with suction cups to my outside window. I have several bird feeders in my yard, but this is the closest one. On two separate occasions, not coincidences - which I do not believe in - a cardinal perched on the window feeder, no more than 10 to 15 feet from the two chairs Shirley and I shared in our living area. What was unusual was that it perched there, looking directly in Shirley’s direction, and not eating or moving. It was just staring, if you will, at this little person sitting next to me. This went on for such a long time that it was very distinct from the regular birds who pick up a few seeds and fly off. No, in these cases it remained still, giving me time to get my phone and take photos. This was so unlike any bird behavior that I had ever seen after many years of watching them. We both knew that there is common spiritual belief that when seeing a cardinal, especially a red one, you should consider the possibility that they are messengers from our departed loved ones or are our loved ones visiting us. It may be just a saying, but as I recall so vividly, the look of peace and calm on Shirley’s face as she looked at them was uncanny. What was transpiring in her mind I will never know, but there was some kind of connection reflecting in her face, a look of absolute calm and peace. When my youngest son was married in November 2024, before the wedding, he took photos of his children preparing for this special day. In one photo, his young daughter was sitting in the foreground, in front of a large window. Just outside the window there was a bright red cardinal sitting on a branch, right in the frame of the photo. He considered this a reminder that his Mom was with him on his wedding day. Needless to say, he was truly moved by this.

The Lighted Cross

Shirley and I once experienced something that really impacted us. This was on our return from a visit to a Shrine in Alabama, back in 2019. This is a photo which I took in our motel room, at my 2:30 AM stroll to the bathroom. We both understood this sign, this message, instantly. Kind of a reminder of the special place we had just visited. Others may analyze it and say there was a play of lights coming from the bathroom. No offense is taken it you do not believe in these things. One could spend a little time just trying to analyze the mechanics of just how this cross came about. Here is what an esteemed elderly friend of mine said to me, “Emile, stop super-analyzing what has passed. Look ahead and read, look, accept and keep that experience in your memory.” A terrific message for all of us. This message was super powerful and my eyes over the years have grown keener to recognizing real signs from imaginary ones. The point here is to sharpen our vision, expectations and hopes that such messages abound around us and that you too can find them. Mainly, one has to be willing to believe in such matters and then it will flow from there. I realize that personal experiences really help to define this.

Crystal Statue Light Blinking

Within the month after Shirley’s death Nov 13, 2020, my daughter would come over to my side of the home and accompany me while I recited my daily rosary. On three separate occasions, when she left afterward, something wonderful happened. On the shelving unit some six feet from where I sat, I had placed a framed photo of Shirley. Beside it, there was a small 3-inch glass statuette, engraved with Jesus' image. Purchased over a year and a half before, it had sat in Shirley’s nightstand until I moved it. It had two small batteries under it, and you turned a small flickering blue and red light inside the statue on by twisting the batteries. During the time it had sat in her nightstand drawer, the batteries had died. i didn't replace them but still liked how the statue looked. On three different nights, when my daughter would leave me after reciting the rosary, as she walked by Shirley’s photo and the statue, it flashed red once. Not red and blue continually, as it was when new, but just one time. I think it was likely intended to be a message for my daughter, which I am sure she realized. I was sitting right across from it and was surprised each time it happened.

Shirley Visits a Granddaughter

This was experienced by my granddaughter. As she recounts, she had a dream about some elderly ladies. No one looked like her grandmother, but she suddenly very clearly heard Shirley’s voice saying,” I miss you, Lellie.” That was my granddaughter's special nickname. Once again how is this explained?

Electronics Turning On by Themselves

One day in April 2025, at around 5:30 am I walked into my kitchen area and turned on my Keurig for coffee. As I turned to walk back to my chair, I saw that an electronic portrait frame was turned on and showing photos I had collected together of my wife. I had turned off this unit on the first of February when I began to gather more photos to display in the electronic frame.. It was turned off for about two months and I hadn't turned it back on. Now suddenly, all on its own it was turned on. Unexplainable, even if you try to apply physics. It's still turned on and displaying photos today.

Voices from Nowhere

A few weeks ago, at 5:00 am I woke up to visit the restroom. I clearly heard what seemed like a man’s voice saying, "Eeeemile." The voice had a very low tone and sounded like someone was using their last breath to speak. I recognized the voice as that of my cousin, who had made this his habit ever since we knew each other to draw out my name that way. This shocked me and I got up and sat in my living room for some time before eventually going back to bed. At 8:00 am, I woke up to go and get breakfast going when I heard a woman’s voice saying, “Emile." I didn't recognize the voice. To this day, I have no idea what the intent of these were for, and maybe I will find out some day. Put yourself in my place for even a moment and see what you might think. Unexplainable. My room is very quiet at all times and absolutely silent night and mornings. So, when a voice is heard rather loudly, you know exactly what you heard no matter who you are.

A Visible Message

How about an INDEPENDENT EYEWITNESS to an interaction with my deceased wife Shirley? During the COVID pandemic, Shirley and I could only attend televised Masses. Churches everywhere were closed. We developed our own custom during the Our Father. My wife would place her small hand on the little prayer book she had given to me long ago. It sat on the top of a very small table between our chairs. I would then place my larger hand on top of hers so that we together could recite the Our Father, along with the priest on TV. After Shirley's death, I continued the same practice., placing my hands on top of the prayer book. Just before Mass one day, I had been speaking to her . I understood, as she had told me several times, that she was ‘always with me’. I told her that while I believed her, my human nature kept challenging this belief. I said to her that sometimes it would be nice if she could manage to make something more visual for me. Of course, I left it at that thinking that this might be impossible for her. Within minutes, it was time to recite the prayer, and I placed one hand atop of the other on that little prayer book, mimicking what we used to do. As soon as the prayer started, my top hand started to forcefully jump up and down. No kidding, it was like 2 inches high and I did not try to stop it, shocked as I was by those unintentional movements. I knew instantly why this was happening. Yes, she had taken me to task. I went into the next room where my daughter was working on some of her artwork and told her what happened. The next day, as this prayer was beginning , my daughter came over and put her hand on top of mine and she physically witnessed and felt my hand just jumping up and down, only during the Our Father prayer. She too realized at that very moment that this was her mother repeating the episode for her benefit. Please believe, my good friends, because beyond something like this, nothing more obvious and convincing exists. Yes ,our soul, consciousness as defined by some top scientists at their past international conventions, is real and they admit they have no way of identifying our soul but tell us that it exists. My daughter is always available to verify what she experienced. To this very day, I witness a thumping in my hand while reciting the Our Father during any Mass. Just in my mind? No, in my hand and I thank her every time to keep showing me she is forever with me. I also thank Mother Mary for making this possible.

More Special Experiences

I have had a few scary health issues since Shirley died. Medical and surgical appointments without her at my side have been frightening. She has, however, let me know very clearly that she is still with me as I go through these things. Before a recent surgery, one of my pre-op nurses was named Shirley, which is a very uncommon name. After that surgery, I was placed in Recovery Room #23, which is the day on which Shirley was born. At two recent separate unrelated appointments, when I walked into the waiting rooms for what were intimidating appointments, the very first thing I heard was, "SHIRLEY," as another patient was called in to see the doctor.

An Unexpected Reply From My Wife

Friends, yes, I feel so blessed that she and I have been able to communicate since shortly after her death. As already mentioned, it appears that the Love bond is so much stronger than we can imagine. Certainly saying this will invoke some questionable comments, but with what I have experienced, and likely yourselves as well, it is absolutely non-negotiable. I tried to broach a subject with Shirley’s spirit, by asking her, “Shirley, are you happy where you are now?” Her reply was not exactly what I would have anticipated - "Aside from with you, the happiest I can ever recall.” What can you deduce from that? Could it be a place of peace and calm with nary a worry, other than to relish the ambience she is in? A simple question with a simple answer. It is apparent that our deceased love ones acquire a certain ability to know what we are going to ask, even before we finish the question. My concern has always been with well-intentioned people who have tried to refer me to After-Death articles written by experts, who they say will answer any questions I may have. Even if these writings are beautifully bound and sold in a bookstore, I personally have asked myself, “‘Do I need to believe the opinions of others, who likely have never themselves experienced any After-Death communication?" The authors were prepared to expound their opinions and even suggest possibilities, even referring to some second and third hand reports they had acquired. My wife, never wanting to deride anyone, always had but one word: ‘Caution’. Always listen to the wisdom of your wives, guys. Hope, my friends, and couple that with a strong enough belief to erase from your minds any doubts we are dealing with, as we prepare our souls for that big transition to then get the answers first hand.

Child at Church Altar

This is a cute story. After attending Mass at 9 am, I remained in the second pew where I usually sit to hear better. I thought everyone else had left the church. A young mother walked by me on the way to the front of the church and the altar. She had a little girl, about 2+ age range with her. The mom stopped and knelt on the first steps up to the altar. Her little girl did, too. But almost immediately, the little one saw something that intrigued her and wanted to go up the following two steps. As she started to crawl her way up those steps, her mother grabbed her shirt and pulled her back. A few seconds later, she was up and crawling once more and mother again pulled her back. Being determined, this little girl moved a little faster on the third try and made it to the top. With no hesitation, she got up and walked over to the small lamb statue attached to the altar. No sooner did she get there than she got down on her knees and placed her little hand on the head of the lamb and patted it gently a few times. Then she leaned over and gave the lamb a kiss. Suddenly, everything was terminated when mother once more got a hold of her and holding her hand walked her around the altar in an effort to satisfy her daughter’s curiosity. I gathered from this short episode that we need to appreciate the humility and innocence of a child whose actions can be so sincere and with no barriers. Children truly don't have the many barriers we adults can quickly and easily create. I am convinced that my witnessing this event was a message to me from Jesus, not only about humility but more so about the ease at which this little person saw something needing attention, some loving, and she just did it. This makes us open our eyes to the times we are given an opportunity to show love. In closing, at the time of this writing, have you noticed on the internet just how many incidents are being reported of the very young experiencing seeing and hearing from Jesus himself. Tie that into the above story

Should We Pray For Our Loved Ones?

I want to mention something that I hope you will consider. When our loved one is in heaven, as we tend to believe, they have reached the ultimate goal of their life. Although the simple method I have used for over 4 years in speaking with my deceased loved one, my wife, has been a big comfort, we can all agree it can never replace having your loved one right next to you. Once, I was speaking to her and said, “Shirley, I miss you so much. I pray for you every day.." Then, her reply came back so clearly : “Pray for others." It was a little shocking to me initially, but then when I thought about it, I realized that she was telling me that she effectively did not need prayers because she had realized her life’s goal and prayers would not benefit her personally. In other words, dedicate your prayers to the many souls in need. Just typical of her to always be concerned about others. A little caveat : if in doubt, pray, pray, pray for your loved one.

The Company We Keep Now May Determine The Company Our Souls Keep

In our present physical being, we all tend to decide who we like, dislike, mistrust and love. A lot of decisions are made. The bottom line is still how we use our soul, conscience, consciousness below the skin covering we have. The company we decide to keep will have a big bearing on how our decisions are formed, whether latent or actual. Our biggest treasure, our very core and soul, should and must be what we protect at all costs. Remember, the next big world after we transition, is eternity. So, in a few words choose well. As for me, well, I attach a photo that kind of says it all as far as some of my company. Now, I know you will question the photo, you doubters, but hey, admit that it sure looks good on the surface, and photoshop was not available at that date. He also did straighten me out quickly!

Can A Cup Pour Out A Clear Intended Message To US?

Please bear with my musings for a moment. I may appear to mention Shirley, my soulmate, often, but she is the one who dedicated her life to me and our family. The one who even after an entire lifetime of being together, is still with me. I know her, if I might say, intrinsically, and have become accustomed to the kinds of replies she might make. Yet, she constantly surprises me with different words or sayings, solidifying the fact that it is her in spirit form. This is a photo of the cup one of our granddaughters so carefully selected this past Christmas. Coincidence? Definitely not. I am trying to be as unbiased as possible, (and I am not good at that). There is a subtle message here. Firstly, she is telling us where her soul resides, her new home, quite clearly. Then that under the guidance of her patroness Mary, she indicates that she is here “recruiting” souls who need to hear the only words I know that Shirley is capable of giving, "Awaken my friends, I invite you to my home." Pretty difficult to ignore such a beautiful gesture if we can see the love that comes with it. There are also some beautifully colored roses from the rose vine Shirley had planted outside our home, sometime before going where she is now. A few days ago, I was playfully teasing Shirley verbally . By now, she just knows me enough to know what my mouth would utter. I said to her, “Shirley, the lovely color of your favorite roses just reflects so well in the color of your cheeks. Then again, maybe I am praising you too much and had better stop while I am ahead. Try accepting this as a compliment.” What kind of response would you have maybe anticipated? I heard just three words: "I ACCEPT IT." Yes friends, I realize that you are put in a position of believing me, but please know that somehow the One above included that in my destiny. The pure pleasure of talking with Shirley’s soul, can sound unreal, but her real responses almost always are not worded as I might be expecting. Love it, love it!! You might gather that, even in our soul’s spiritual form, accepting a compliment or praise is still something that is possible, but has a ‘soul-warming’ feeling, never to be refused.

Does Satan Really Exist?

Yes, I must be losing it. If this doesn’t convince, you nothing else will. Strangely enough, since Shirley’s passing and maybe even before, I have never ever had dreams. Do I sleep too soundly once the brain goes to rest? Maybe. A few weeks ago, on a late night of going to bed around 1am, I had to lay on my right side because of recent surgery I'd had on my left ear. My daughter had moved my bed in my bedroom, so it was only a short five or so paces to the restroom. The following happened. As I lay down within 5 - 6 feet of my window, I was facing my venetian blind and through the top slats I could see a glimmer of the moon. I thought that was about the position it should have around 1 am. Then suddenly, all I could see in my mind was the screen of my phone, the screen only, with no time or any other identifying symbol. Pure black except for about three lines of writing in white was all I saw. The message said, “The past is forever gone, yesterday is also, and we are now right here at this very moment in time. But once you die that is it and nothing more. You will never get to see Shirley ever again. That is all fake stuff you have believed. “ Then, just as quick, it was gone. Needless to say, that shook me because my greatest wish and hope is to be with her in eternity. This was my obvious weak spot. I tossed for a while, then just lay awake tossing about what had just occurred. I was suddenly awakened once more around 2am and again saw the moon had moved in my view. Suddenly, the same phone screen appeared in my mind, nothing but the screen with the same message. This time it did frighten me, as I realized I was dealing with Satan somehow. Things like this do not happen. I got up, still shaking and blessed myself with a small bottle of holy water we have always kept. I made the sign of the cross on my forehead and invoked our Holy Mother, Jesus, and St Michael to please assist me. I stayed up for a long time afterward, until morning sun. That message never returned. Obviously, it was meant to instill fear in me, especially the thought of never again being with Shirley. She and I can communicate anytim, so that message was hitting me hard. I had never in my 87 years experienced something so alarming. So please discount dreaming -that I NEVER do. I will always recognize that night as a definite attack on my weak spot, but fortunately I recognized it after the second message. My prayers were answered. Never hesitate to call on Jesus and Mary and St Michael. They do respond.

Before Entering Our Spiritual World - Do This !

Just what awaits us after our last breath? Reading online posts shows us the variations of thinking concerning how a departed soul might expect to exist, and to see and want things. Many have the impressions that at the time of death, once you step over the threshold to wherever, so to speak, that it is just business as usual. But we no longer have hands or arms or legs and as such cannot navigate or move things or open doors or do any of the things possible in human form. Others might believe that we are suddenly just a ball of energy. But I ask myself just when and how does this transition to energy occur and what triggers it? Electricity is energy and we do not physically see it. While in human form, we utilize our brains to guide us, make decisions, control our speech, and even our sight. Yet throughout our human existence, never has it been possible to visually see consciousness, a conscience, or a soul, or “energy”. Even though we don't see it taking place, our brain can command various parts of our human bodies to perform certain acts. Think about the spirit world and ask yourself if we could still possibly have wants or needs and, if so, how would we implement such desires? While talking about wants and needs, I would venture to say we will no longer have any of those wants or needs, since we will no longer have to maintain a body, or even have particular desires anymore. A real conundrum, isn’t it? We soon realize that we do not really know what happens to us after our death but certainly have many speculations. Many people who have survived Near Death Experiences describe the astonishing calm and peace that is felt during the short glimpse they got of what lies ahead. In conclusion, and while we still have our physical bodies, let us all put our hands together as if to clap but just stop and for a few minutes, give thanks to God for his countless blessings in our lives so far.

Forever with Us