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A Recent Trip to Heaven brought me to a carnival. I had no idea there were carnivals in heaven, but according to my daughter and her heaven there is. it was dark out and the sky had a lit haze from all of the carnival lights. There were not a lot of people there, but people who looked familiar to me. Let me back track a bit. When I landed in heaven I knew I was there and had landed. I knew I had meditated and fell asleep and woke in heaven. I landed on two feet as if I were dropped there. I turned to the right and I saw my daughter walking with another female. My daughter looked to her left and stopped. She then came around the front of the tent. I said ” RYLIE IS THAT YOU?” She had let her hair grow out. She always wanted to do that. She said “Mommy?” questioning if she was really seeing me. I said “Rylie!!” and I grabbed her and held her. She hugged me back as I said “Are you in heaven?” She said “yeah” as she looked around and did the teenage ‘duh’ look. My daughter was standing next to a friend of mine named Linda who I lost in death late 2000 from myocarditis. Linda said to me “I have your baby and she will be with me, I will take care of her now.” Linda was never able to have children of her own. She knew I was pregnant with my son when she was ill and passing. Linda looked down at Rylie and said “Rylie we must go now.” I said “no, please don’t go!” Rylie said “mommy, I am ok, look I am in heaven. ” Linda reached for her hand and Rylie grabbed ahold of it. The two turned around and started walking. I said “but I love you Rylie.” Rylie said “I love you too Mommy!” When I turned around I was crying and my head bumped into the hip of a very tall man, Robert Wadlow. Robert is a distant cousin of mine who passed a very long time ago. Robert is to this day the Worlds Tallest Man and is in the Guiness Book of World Records. Rylie always wanted to meet him. I imagine now she knows him well. It would make sense why they would both be at a carnival. After I realized who he was I said “hello.” and I felt a tug on my back as if a string or a cord were attached to me. I woke from sleep remembering every detail of what had just happned. I will never forget the blessing I received this day having gotten to see, talk, and even hold my daughter again.
I am a writer, artist, Reiki practitioner, spiritual medium, bioenergetic healer, light-worker and grieving mother. I am strength, courage, and love. I am here to share my experience and channeled communications with you, my dear readers.
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