Last month at a dinner party the hostess’ husband stopped by to visit.  When I told her this morning she was both surprised and pleased.  He had come back a year and a half after his death to see how she, their children and grandchildren were doing.  I told her what he told me.  He was satisfied to see how well they were all getting on.

At the time of our conversation her husband was standing in the middle of an old graveyard in downtown Charleston.  We were preparing to enter church when I called her to come take a look at the yard.  He was in the precise place where he had told me he would be.  He stood almost in the center of the yard between two stones.  Yesterday he told me to look for him in the center of the yard between two stones.  Spirits are not always so precise, but I should have expected it from a doctor.

My mother was also walking around the church.  A few days after her death a month ago she began to make herself known.  She spent a few days looking around our house, seeing what my new family is like.  When she finally did make herself known, she expressed surprise at how well my life is going.  She was more surprised to discover that the things I had talked about as a child were true.  Mother expressed sadness at having told me I could not see God or angels or spirits.  She admitted that they are every bit as wondrous as a little boy had said so many years ago.  God, she said, is even more than I could have said.

He is.

No matter how much any of us attempts to describe what God is like or the sheer joy of being in His presence, we always fall short of the mark.  We might try to describe our Maker, but He’s simply too grand.  We do not have the perfect words to describe Perfection.

Mother has been in and out and all around over the last month.  She showed up at my house early in the morning when it is dark and I’m making coffee.  She spent the rest of her time visiting other family and friends.  Her new life has shown her that her father has been with me over fifty years since his death and her mother over forty years.  They are still my teachers.

In the life after life she is learning what her mother always knew, what I have always known.  There is far more to reality than what can be seen.  It is one of the reasons science and mathematics, like the arts, are so fascinating.  They attempt to explain the inexplicable.

I am not the only person who has noticed Mother’s presence.  The dogs are used to seeing spirits and did very well with the new female spirit.  My husband asked why he was smelling peppermint in some places around the house.  He could smell mint in the places she was most often.

Mother also described her visits to other family members.  She wanted me to go tell them what I know and see and feel.  She wanted me to talk to them about God.  I reminded her that they had not listened before.  I have no expectation of them changing.

When we ignore children who talk to us about their secret friends, the fairies and spirits only they can see, we steal from ourselves the riches of heaven.  We throw them away.  We do not pay attention to God’s ability to use whomever He chooses to tell us He loves us.

For the last two weeks I have felt like Grand Central Station.  Spirits have been coming to me from everywhere.  The same happened to my spiritual twin.  He was equally bombarded by incoming spirits.  It’s been a few years since something like this happened.  Today as I was pulling up to church I saw and felt them all around the neighborhood.  They were waiting for me to send Home both Mother and the doctor.  They were hitching a ride through the Tunnel of Light.

Much to my surprise, they pushed and God pulled.  The liturgy had hardly begun before I was ordered to open the Tunnel and in the center aisle of church thousands upon thousands of souls were greeted by the angels as they entered into Paradise.  The stream felt like it would never end as they seemed to come from absolutely everywhere.  To witness this in a church made the mysteries of Mystery all the greater.

When it is my time to go Home, don’t look for me.  I want to be with them.  I want to be where nothing can be explained, where everything is beyond belief.