On this 12th “anniversary” (what an awful name for such a day) of Brian’s leaving this world, I was reminded of a story recounting his ridiculous sense of humor. There seemed to be no better way to honor his life and to remember him today than to share it.
This is one of those “you came here for it” sort of stories that I promised, and not one that I can easily explain. As stated before, all I can say is that it happened. So, proceed with caution and read on.
Yesterday, I actually read a blog about handling skeptics. She possessed pretty much the same feelings on the subject that I carry. It’s not my job to convince anyone, only to tell the stories should one want to hear them. If they touch a heart, bring peace to a soul or hope to a griever, then it is worth the occasional eyebrow raise. So onward we go.
I’ll backtrack just a bit with a reminder of one of the early gifts I was given in this journey. Somehow, in my quest to find him I was able to do so from time to time in a couple of different ways. Most often in episodes of lucid dreaming and astral traveling. Learning to control that and make sense of it has been a challenge, but incredibly rewarding.
To be clear, it hasn’t always been only about Brian, though I always look for him first. I have been led to others, been given information about family members which was later backed up and verified to be true (my “ok, this is really real” moment) and led to an Angel. Yep, that happened. Another day….
This is about Brian today. When I first started to see him, he wasn’t completely clear in form. This time however, he had if figured out. I have described this whole process before. It’s like being awake in another state of being. You have complete rational conscious thought. There is full awareness that your body is lying down, who is in your home, what day it is, where you live, and that you control what is happening to an extent. You, however, are elsewhere. That could be a multitude of places. I don’t have mastery of that yet. I usually feel led to that place.
In this particular instance, it was a beautiful moonlit night somewhere. There were party lights over a scene. I had the definite sense that there was a wonderful outdoor celebration being prepared. As I approached the scene, I saw a body of water with a small sand shoreline just adjacent to the lit-up area. I could see a small group of people in the water.
I always call out to Brian in these situations, as I have learned that it is where we could reach each other. It doesn’t always happen and I return not seeing him but not this time. This time, I saw him approach with that big smile on his face. With him were a couple of other males who seemed to be the same age.
Now, I know that we have no bodies or real age in heaven or the other side, or however you like to look at it. I believe that they show themselves to us in a way that comforts us. Brian has come through as a very young child as well – perhaps knowing that was what was needed at the time.
At any rate, upon approach I could see him clearly. The lights sparkling around, his face beaming with pride as he looked at those around him rather smugly and communicated to them, “See, I told you.” It was as if he had already been telling them I’d be there – I told you she was coming, that we can do this. I smiled back at him feeling the joy it always brings and wiped sand off of his face. He then, did such a Brian thing and starting wiping sand away saying, “Oh man, now Jesus isn’t gonna let me back on the bus.”
I can’t make that up. That’s straight up Brian.
So today, 12 years into this crappy ride, I will choose to laugh and smile and know that you got on the bus.
