Is Heaven Like Living in Church?

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Partially written in 2016– finished it today January 7, 2017

Last night the dog was acting funny. He kept going into my late husband’s bedroom any chance he could get. I blamed it on his old age and noted to self both of us act funny each day and to pay no mind.

During the night in what felt like a dream I walked into his bedroom and saw him laying under the covers in bed. I screamed his name and hugged him hard. We had a brief conversation and I asked him what the “after life” was like. He told me quite matter of factually that it was like living in church-whatever that means. Since he never went to church I thought his answer was quite amusing. The next question on my mind was if he had seen his two sweet granddaughters, and the biggest smile appeared on his face. He laughed and said:

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Tenley and Sophia 

“Lin, can you believe they are both girls?”

One only has to know there has not been one single female member on my late husband’s side of the family for a 100 years to know what he meant in this statement. I laughed and went to hug him but he was gone. Immediately I woke up and the dog was standing next to the bed looking at me intently. I patted him and we both went back to sleep. Had we both had the same dream? Had we both seen him?

They say after death communication is common after the loss of a loved one.  But why?  What exactly is it that our loved ones want us to know?  Is it just like a long-lost friend who calls up out of the blue just to say Hi?  Maybe they miss you, or are curious about what we’ve been up to. Maybe, the departed just want to send a sign to say,

 “Hi there, I’m still with you, and I love you!”

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Shelley Boomhower Slater from People From The Eastern Townships in QuebecMy Dad made a frustrated entrance into my room shortly after his death. Each night I would question him on Whether there was a God. Being a teenager I was persisting to hear an answer when I felt this force like a tornado enter my bedroom and his voice loudly proclaiming “There is a God”!! This ended my doubting….although I did ask for a sign one night and to my horror the entire town went black for a few seconds. We often hear his song “I did it my way” playing in the most unlikely places. One night it woke me up and was playing on the computer in the middle of the night. My son was downloading a technical program!! He could not explain it. I believe like a radio wave to be heard, you need both the transmitter and the receiver so if you are open then you may connect with your loved ones.

 

Chantal Boulé from the People From The Eastern Townships in QuebecThank you…this happened to one of my biological sister 2 nights ago…
I’m adopted and found my bio family over 20 years ago..our mom passed 2 years ago…

Donald Badger- I have had no experience myself. My grandmother Fleming during WW1 was awaken by tapping on her bedroom window in 1917. She look and there was her brother,who was fighting in France. He waved to her and was gone. He died of leg wounds Aug of 1917. THEN there was my niece’s little girl in a bouncy castle and they strong wind blew the castle across the park , over a fence and stopped by a house. Weeks later playing with her mother told her to stop huging her. Asking why she told her mother, that is what the man did. Her mother what man? She said the man that pulled her back into the castle. She was alone in the castle and she point to a picture and said grandpa Kitty, her great grandfather. She was a very small baby and would not have remembered him. Never believed but how can one discount what happened.

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An After-Death Communication, or ADC, is a spiritual experience that occurs when someone is contacted directly and spontaneously by a family member or friend who has died. An ADC is a direct experience because no psychics, mediums, therapists, rituals, or devices are involved. And an ADC is a spontaneous event because our deceased loved ones always choose when, where, and how they will contact us.
These are much more vivid, intense, colourful, and real than ordinary dreams. They are extremely common. Both one-way and two-way communications are typical. You usually feel your loved one is with you in person and that you’re having an actual visit together. These may happen in a familiar place or one that is foreign to you. Sleep-State ADCs are not jumbled, filled with symbols, or fragmented the way dreams usually are. There are endless possibilities of what may occur during this type of contact. These are also called “visitation dreams.”

Related Reading

The Spirits Are Alive and Well

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Come and visit the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page– what’s there? Cool old photos–and lots of things interesting to read.

Information where you can buy all Linda Seccaspina’s books-You can also read Linda in Hometown News and now in The Townships Sun

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About lindaseccaspina

Linda Knight Seccaspina was born in Cowansville, Quebec about the same time as the wheel was invented and the first time she realized she could tell a tale was when she got caught passing her smutty stories around in Grade 7 at CHS by Mrs. Blinn. When Derek "Wheels" Wheeler from Degrassi Jr. High died in 2010, Linda wrote her own obituary. Some people said she should think about a career in writing obituaries. Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa from 1976-1996. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off she finally found her calling. Is it sex drugs and rock n' roll you might ask? No, it is history. Seeing that her very first boyfriend in Grade 5 (who she won a Twist contest with in the 60s) is the head of the Brome Misissiquoi Historical Society and also specializes in local history back in Quebec, she finds that quite funny. She writes every single day and is also a columnist for Hometown News and Screamin's Mamas. She is a volunteer for the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum, an admin for the Lanark County Genealogical Society Facebook page, and a local guest speaker. She has been now labelled an historian by the locals which in her mind is wrong. You see she will never be like the iconic local Lanark County historian Howard Morton Brown, nor like famed local writer Mary Cook. She proudly calls herself The National Enquirer Historical writer of Lanark County, and that she can live with. Linda has been called the most stubborn woman in Lanark County, and has requested her ashes to be distributed in any Casino parking lot as close to any Wheel of Fortune machine as you can get. But since she wrote her obituary, most people assume she's already dead. Linda has published six books, "Menopausal Woman From the Corn," "Cowansville High Misremembered," "Naked Yoga, Twinkies and Celebrities," "Cancer Calls Collect," "The Tilted Kilt-Vintage Whispers of Carleton Place," and "Flashbacks of Little Miss Flash Cadilac." All are available at Amazon in paperback and Kindle. Linda's books are for sale on Amazon or at Wisteria · 62 Bridge Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada, and at the Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum · 267 Edmund Street · Carleton Place, Ottawa, Canada--Appleton Museum-Mississippi Textile Mill and Mill Street Books and Heritage House Museum and The Artists Loft in Smith Falls.

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  1. I loved this encounter. Love doesnt die….Im convinced more and more that there is something beyond. Heaven is like being in church…intriguing. Sounds peaceful and im hoping it is a comfy warm place where we can all meet and greet and remember and honor the little girls. Thanks for this!

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