My Grandmother Speaks From The Other Side

[laughingRain]

Her name was Josephine, but we called her Nanny as far back as I can remember.
When I was about 3 or 4 I remember being in her Los Angeles apartment on a high hill for the first time.
She had a rough, gravely voice, she barked when she got upset about something.
She commanded the attention of all when she did that.
She's on the other side now, she had gotten the memory loss before transition. I remember admiring her, I thought we could be friends. I was a little girl with no friends. My mother was not my friend.
Won't go into that. I'm just here to give folks a clue how to contact their loved ones on the other side; it was so easy I'd like to share what may well become a commonality for us.

Nanny became my mother's guide after her transition. As mother's last years were being lived out, Nanny was watching over her. She would let her know, she was there, and she would help mom pass gently into the unknown when her time came. Mother confided this to me, and it didn't surprise me none. I'm a retriever, I know the afterlife exists, and I know helpers abound in these nonphysical areas.

Tomorrow I will tell you the secret Nanny told me, that mother wished to keep hidden from me, but Nanny had other ideas!

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Continuing the story of Nanny's secret. Briefly, I remember quietly trying to keep out the way of 3 generations of women in the Los Angeles apt at Nanny's, while they were discussing Nanny's valuable jewelry collection. My sister, 8 yrs my senior, my mother and Nanny were getting excited about who would inherit which pieces of jewelry upon Nanny departure from the Earth plane. I didn't go into the bedroom where all this excitement was going on, because I was usually told to hit the road anyway, but I listened from the living room the chatter going on.

I also remember a look that passed between me and nanny. I received a smile from her before she went into the bedroom. She had never spoken to me before nor smiled at me. I was often boarded out to foster parents and so this might have been our first contact.
The look she had given me kept me curious to listen to what was up, although at that age, I was anxious to explore her garden and the rest of the apt.
I remember hearing my name mentioned. Then my sister's voice in protest and mom's voice defending my sister's suggestion. Later, I thought perhaps mother was saying since I was the
bastard child of the family (I was, but didn't know it yet) I should receive no inheritance of jewelry. All I clearly remember is the barking commands of Nanny's voice that she had the right to dole out her belongings as she saw fit, end of discussion. Everybody got real quiet after that, noone could really get around Nanny's commanding air when her voice cut the air that way. If we were dogs, our tails would be between our legs straightway when you heard her voice when she was upset about something, which was hardly ever.
I was thinking in my little girl mind, maybe Nanny likes me. It sure would be nice if somebody liked me around this place! She didn't seem like the type would like little kids bothering her, but well, she had smiled at me knowingly; and with love. Something that was to be in short supply in my life, because of my journey plans for this life.

Lack of love would force me to get tough, and independent. And that's what happened.

I remember the piece of jewelry they were discussing was a rare piece. My sister wanted to snag it badly. Many years passed and I'm 62 now, and Nanny was acting as guide/angel for mom, just before mom was to transition, as well, mother had taken care of Nanny as she herself was transitioning. Mother took her to the market, etc, while Nanny would get confused, standing in the middle of the street instead of crossing quickly. Mom would gently say, c'mon, let's get on over to the other side. Nanny's brain was already on the other side. This does not effect the eternal spirit that lived in the woman, no matter how many brain cells are deteriorating.
Mom was always a character I admired, she was a cross between Ma Kettle and Lucy Arnez. She was Nanny's favorite child, so it's not a surprise, she would be there for mom in her golden years.

I remember mother had come to stay with me several years before transitioning, this due to the prompting of Nanny. And mother even confided Nanny had told her to come.

One time mother was agonizing over something, feeling she had goofed up again. Mother told me Nanny's voice cut in to say "I am so proud of you!" Then mother would feel good again. Her love was enough to help her through her trials. This is what guardian angels do for a living.

I knew Nanny was in the house then and I had read Bruce Moen's Afterlife Series of book which instructed me how I might contact Nanny in a conscious manner.
Bruce claimed that we start out with nudging the imagination towards the contact, and that the imagination is like a doorway into the afterlife.
I resonated with this instruction as all my life it seemed I had been imagining that I was talking to God, and then imagining that I was listening to God. Two voices in the head then were not something novel and strange, but instead, a comforting would always arrive with the 2nd voice and the message was logical and easy to accept. I thought everyone was like me.

So I sat down one day to talk to Nanny, wondering if she remembered me, for I felt we were certainly strangers. I was a little embarrassed she might see all the dark places in my soul, in my mind, since she was on the other side, and truly, I do not know how spirits see us humans, if there is really nothing we can keep hidden from them.

So I was in a vulnerable mood, but figured, oh well, here goes, another experiment, win or lose.
Bruce had said, at some point it stops being the doorway, and you enter into some surprising info, and/or images, and sometimes sounds, as your perception opens up.
I imagined how she would look when she was young. She had died overweight quite a bit and with gray hair and much of her hair had gotten thin and fallen out.
I had no early pictures of her and so the imagination was used. Suddenly I saw a beautiful face with short very shiny black hair, curled up at the ends, with bangs, and it looked like a lady in the flapper generation. My next thought was, you're gorgeous! Did you do the charleston?

I felt very mirthful, realizing the mirth was coming from her and her own attending guide, as by now, I realized Nanny was not alone either. There was another woman guide with her I sensed, who aided Nanny in speaking with her grand daughter.
Tomorrow I will finish, it's too good a story to rush through! I must go somewhere.
I will try to divulge some more tips how to make contact tomorrow.

[Ricardo]

So you leave me hanging ....Huh?

Oh boy...Love, rick

[laughingRain]

omygod somebody is actually reading me! haha!

[laughingRain]

3rd Installation of Eulogy to Nanny.
this is what Nanny was doing as guide, comforter, friend, counselor to mother as she prepared to leave this world in the last few years of her life. Nanny was helping mom build her character by helping her look into her unconscious mind, especially at the way mother had treated the black sheep. I think Nanny knew, we both had issues to get over. Forgiveness was on the way due to this angel like grandmother.

I left off where Nanny, as a nonphysical individual, along with another woman guiding factor and I were making psychic contact, while I remained in a conscious state all the while.

I do believe, there may have been several other nonphysical beings in the general area as the mirthful feelings seemed to be going on all around the room, and I was with closed eyes, but fully aware of reclining on the bed and I did not do an out of body thing.
It can be likened to Robert Monroe's term, to phase. To phase means to shift your mental focus upon another person, place or thing, and it's done in retrieval situations as well.

I remember Nanny seemed to be talking too fast. I remember sending a thought to her to please slow the speech down. She did, and I could vaguely sense the others telling her why I was having that problem of not connecting fully. We were in two different worlds.
Sometimes, on my side, not hers, doubts about the validity of this experience I had undertaken would assail me. In this case, Moen instructs to gently nudge the doubt thoughts to the side and proceed with the exercise, telling the doubts, that you will pick them back up on the way out.
That way, the doubts are not exactly being resisted, which actually makes them gain force, if you resist them, which could destroy the whole experience possibly.

So I would just continue to focus on her face, I would lose it, then focus back on where I thought it was. I imagined myself as in a darkened outer space somewhere above my own house, this aided me somewhat as a technique to get beyond doubts.
After my childhood experience with Nanny, I had never visited with her again, except for the occasion when she showed up at my informal wedding gathering with mother. I was surprised to see either one of them there, but I was pleased they had come.
If you knew the breadth and width of the estrangement from family that I had always felt, you would understand this story perhaps better, that I was truly feeling like Nanny and I were meeting for the first time.
My intentions for meeting her, was not to be informed of any secrets, but rather I felt gratitude that she was working with mom.
Mother was getting even more eccentric in her old age, and I felt responsible for her well being, yet she was rather obstinate to accept my overtures it seemed. So all the more reason to meet Nanny and say, thank you so much, I do wish the best for mother and I value your assistance in this relationship.
I knew only one thing for sure, that Nanny could pick up on my good intentions here and would read the intentions and communicate with me on that level. I wished to get to know her basically.
She really didn't let me down either. I suddenly remembered her unique sharp tongue as we communed. Love is like communing and knows not the distance of worlds, while friendship alone can be like a watered down version of what we think love is. Perhaps we can call some friendships a conditional type of loving offered.
What I was doing with Nanny, neither one of us had conditions of loving acceptance of each other, it was more like, I honor you and the honor was reciprocated automatically. So it remains to me, to this day, like a sacred principle in action and not so much an example of being just another psychic blatherer trying to impress someone with their development.

I would much rather read of other's examples of making contact and share with others how it was they did it, to teach the rest of us, or offer a clue, so we all can get a handle on it.
Most of us will only make contact with family members passed on in a lifetime, as most of my experiences are along these lines with a few exceptions to every rule. The first rule I would make, if I thought rules worked! I would say consider only the possibility that you can do it.
considering possibilities may take days or weeks, yet just the process of considering, launches you into unknown territory, and even success if you can be the adventurous type.

And now Rick, I shall leave you hanging in anticipation once more of Nanny's secret! lol! You may have guessed by now what it was, as I've left so many clues.

I have to go sit in front of the air conditioner. I live in, alas, Arizona! Love to all who may be lurking on the internet. We probably share many commonalities we don't know about.
manana

[laughingRain]

Fourth and final? remembering Nanny.

She had a huge cactus garden. I have half a dozen cactus's in my yard, and I think of her whenever I care for them and I can hear it saying, good for you, growing cactus, are you? I will try and cut to the chase now.
I've made some efforts to explain preliminary phasing and that was the intention, yet as you can see, I tend to go off down the pleasurable side roads of memory, as frankly, it's enjoyable to remember as much detail as possible, those tiny nuances of discovery, that can occur when meeting anyone for the first time, as in my purely emotional self/body, it was our first soulful contact in this life.

I've never been able to teach the method of phasing quite as well as Bruce Moen, who does workshops all over the world with exercises given. Check him out someday if you really want to make contact with a loved one in spirit.

So continuing...I had zeroed in on her younger face, an image I'm sure she produced for me. I knew enough about this kind of thing to know, she could appear young or old, as she pleased, according to the wishes or expectations of those with whom she corresponded. We work a lot with form on the other side, as their type of matter is easily manipulated into shapes, and with the mind, we can make objects appear to be solidly in place, just as it is here, that objects appear solid, when really, all is energy in movement, spinning much faster than the eye can embrace.

For example, Mother would continue to view Nanny in her mind's image, as the way she looked before she died. I on the other hand would view my mother's form as she would look after she transitioned. Mother would be wearing her natural light brown color of hair once again, appearing as 26 yrs of age, as she looked at that age. While in another instance I viewed my mother several months after her transition as her 83 yr old self, this during a retrieval on her.

It depends on many factors how a nonphysical being shall appear to us. Especially it depends on a reference to whatever was going on in a relationship at the time they were a certain age.
During mother's retrieval, for example, when she appeared as 83, it indicated the retrieval I had undertook on her had begun when she was 83, as it was then she came to stay with me.

Continuing with Nanny...At some point we began discussing her unique vocalization trait. She could shoot words like bullets. This was when she had her truth to tell. It struck me as a talent, rather than just another angry rant. Angry people are never effective in making their point. It hurts to listen to angry people. It's like they're poking me with a sharp utensil on my aura. But with Nanny, it was more like listening to an auctioneer about ready to give you a bargain, driven in intense measure if you could let your mind follow the bullet words.
But she wasn't always sounding off like this, mostly she was low key, she saved her special delivery for special occasions.
I was surprised I could hear her now. She picked up on my surprise, there was more mirth rebounding in the room as they all sensed I'd received the impression of one of her outstanding traits whereby she imparted some practical wisdom I'm sure, on her 4 children!
I asked her, was this trait, or talent, something that remained with her now? She said, not necessarily so, but she was using it now as an impression so that I could identify the spirit with me as genuinely her, and she had also pulled this memory out of me, for she was in contact with that subconscious area, where meditation takes place.

This was another way of saying the spirit world can see our thoughts, especially those thoughts we hold about that particular being and then forget we thought about them that way.
After seeing Nanny's young face, that fascinating hairdo, learning she had done the charleston a time or two and discussing her characteristic sharp tongue, I was about ready to end this exploration as a successful one, and go inquire to mother downstairs about the way Nanny had worn her hair when mother was a child.
Suddenly, as I began to withdraw and was preparing my goodbye for now speech, I felt a commotion from the other side. No! don't go yet! There's something I must tell you! Was the feeling I was getting Once more I refocused in on the inky darkness of opening up to the message that was still coming.
Words would still come in too fast, and I could conclude Nanny was actually talking, while I received the message in a telepathic sense from my side. I could conclude she was a novice, as I certainly was also, at making contact between the two worlds. I caught enough words to make sense of it however. I heard Black Brooch, a piece of jewelry. Next I received a vague image of this broach enshrouded all around with tiny diamonds. It looked extremely rare and of value.
Nanny then impressed me that she had wanted me to have this piece, as an heirloom to me, to show she had accepted the bastard child into her family and that she knew it had been rough for me to live this life, unaccepted by my own mother,

I now felt totally loved and accepted by a family member I had hardly known, I now felt I knew her. At last the session ended on that note and with a measured excitement I went downstairs to confront mother about the brooch I was supposed to get but had never received.

Tomorrow I'll tell you what happened. It was priceless!

[laughingRain]

Continuing with the story how contact with Nanny was made, my grandmother who was in spirit and now residing with us, as mother's guide as protector spirit.

I'm sure that it's the bond of love which causes spirit's to hang around their family members, I'm sure it's a mutual appreciation factor at the least.
Without love, there's not much can get done around here, for sure.
I thanked Nanny for coming to me and giving me all this info and it seemed now, she wanted me to talk with mother about this brooch thing, as it also seemed, Nanny was a little upset, not a whole lot, but a little, that mother had not done as Nanny had requested so long ago.

Nanny had an idea, that this might help mother to deal with her unconscious behavior towards me, who was still the bastard child in mom's mind.
Her ideas of me, were preventing us from bonding the way we might have.

Mother, to give her credit though where it was due, had said admiringly one day, that out of her four children, I had turned out the smartest. So I knew, somewhere inside of her, she was going to learn to let bygones be bygones. She was going to forgive me, the child that in her mind, had forced itself through her womb, and gained entrance to the world against her wishes.

The fact was, I learned later, it was my genetic father she had issues with also; she would need to forgive him as well, but she had to start by forgiving the product of their union.

I also knew why she had said I was smart. One of her kids was transitioned, the other two were not able to take her in at this point, and she had to stay somewhere; I was the only kid with a secure home. All this was worked out on the inner planes I'm certain.

I flounced downstairs and found mother sitting on her bed, preparing to do some of her sewing work. She had managed to gather some clientele as a home business. She was always the industrious type, working for herself.

Mother, I asked, did Nanny ever have black hair which she wore short, with bangs? Yes, replied mom, she did. Next I asked did she have a black brooch with stones all around it?

At that point mother refused to look at me in the eye, her tone of voice assumed a too casual impedance and she was feeling guilty about something I could tell, however, I had not asked her yet, whether the brooch was to be mine. I was perhaps baiting her a bit, but I never accused her of anything such as withholding the brooch from me. I was also ascertaining at this point that the contact with myself and Nanny was genuine.

Mother voiced my unspoken question then, sealing the moment forever in truth.
She merely said this: "oh, did she want you to have it?"

Yes, I replied. She wanted me to have it. Mother had just confirmed for me the authentic contact I had just made, leaving no doubt in my mind of my new blown ability to make contact with those passed on. I was more excited and joyful of discovering this new development, than I was saddened or upset by mother's withholding of the brooch.

Mother was still babbling about having lost all of Nanny's jewelry from moving about so much, etc and yada and so forth, as I floated off in complete blissed out fashion, sensing that my complete redemption was at hand for having been born in the first place! I did not consider she told the truth, it was clearly a cover up for guilt. She had never intended I get the brooch.
As I may have mentioned, I'm not much into jewels, nor even building a bank account. I'm rather ascetic all in all, so getting to know Nanny, to sense her impartial love for her family members one and all, this was far more important to me. The brooch had been a symbol of her love.

I had received then, her love. That was all that mattered, but I could not explain this to mother right at this time. I could not share my feeling of celebration I had, about how I had actually made contact consciously with Nanny, and in that sense, I could have become a medium, and I never had become that, despite the inborn proclivity.

I think in this day and age, channeling is becoming more commonplace. I think there will come a day, we will replace the word medium, with channeler, then channeler will also be replaced, with what, I don't know yet. maybe intuitive. And we will all be intuitive! Not all at the same speed, but I can see this happening. Some of us, like me, are already intuitive, always have been, but really didn't know we were in a conscious manner.

That's why it's so important to undertake an exploration while fully conscious. Before this experience, I used to fall asleep on an intention to find out something, or to do a retrieval.
This works sometimes. Not all the time. Depends on how firm your intention is, and how free of doubts you are that you can be accomplishing something you've never done before.

Doubts can block new information coming in. So to say, be positive in your expectations, go ahead and generate a little enthusiasm or excitement over this mental project. The emotions help produce the info too.

Thanks for reading, and I would say good luck, however, you make your own luck, don't you think?
blessings, Rev. Laughing Rain
(Church of Spiritual Humanism)