When my mother died in 2000 I was devastated. I was also relieved – relieved that her suffering was over. In all honesty, my brother and I had wondered for several years when she’d decide she’d had enough of this life. I was 31 when she died; she was 54.

It didn’t have to go the way it did. She’d made many choices for her health and well-being that took her in the direction she followed. All I’d ever wanted was for her to be happy and healthy. She never seemed to get her feet back on the ground after she and my father separated and divorced when I was 15. My mother experienced one illness or surgery after another, coupled with an addiction to alcohol and anti-depressants and couldn’t see her way clear of the reality she found herself in.

Many well-meaning people offered me kindness and support after my mother died. I remember a huge Ah-Ha moment after the umpteenth person told me not to worry, I’d get over it. I heard in my mind these words; “You aren’t meant to get over this, you are meant to learn to live it.” As soon as I heard these words I knew my grieving journey could truly begin. Until then I’d been so busy trying to figure out how to get over the loss, I wasn’t truly experiencing it.

Like so many people after someone close dies, I wanted to know that she was OK now that she had died. I knew she was yet I still wanted the proof. I was fortunate to have had a shared experience with my Grandmother a few days after she died where both my grandmother and I arrived in the kitchen of my grandmother’s place thinking the other was making coffee and toast – which was my mother’s usual breakfast – only to discover the kitchen empty and breakfast unmade! We both felt my Mom’s presence in the room and decided this was one of her ways of letting us know she was fine.

Since then she visits occasionally. My youngest daughter saw her standing behind me when I came to wake her one morning. My daughter was about two at the time and as she stood up in her crib she pointed behind me and said’ “The Other Mommy”. Sometimes I get a whiff of her favourite perfume and whenever anyone in the family notices that the clock says 11:11, we say, “Hi Mom!”, as this was her special number.

There isn’t a day that goes by that she doesn’t pop into my mind in some way or another. Even if she’s off doing other things, or has even already reincarnated, I know that my thinking of her keeps her alive in my heart. She’s the reason I do the work I do.

Unlike the movies though, it isn’t the easiest thing for people who have died to connect with those of us still living. Leaving the corporeal body behind and entering into an energy form means manipulating the physical environment becomes a real challenge. In the same way that we’ve been looking at how our Spirit Guides communicate with us (see previous articles) , so to do those who have died. The smell of a favourite cigar, grandma’s song on the radio and connections through dreams are some of the ways the deceased try to get our attention.

The deceased, just like our Spirit Guides, are also not hanging around us hoping for the chance to get our attention! They’ve got lots to do where ever they are. There’ve been books written of peoples remembered experiences of their time between lives while under hypnosis, such as

 “Journey of Souls: Case Studies of Life Between Lives” by Dr. Michael Newton and it seems there’s a lot going on! Life Reviews, decisions around what the next life will look like, training and learning to be a Spirit Guide or just resting and reconnecting with one’s Soul Group and many activities we can’t even conceive of, keeps everyone occupied.

Of course, this all assumes there is life after death. How do we know that our Soul continues to exist after we die? This is a huge question that has perplexed humankind since the very beginning. The earliest indication that we were evolving into “sentient” beings is found in gravesites which date as far back as 40,000 years ago. Respect for the dead is thought to be an indication of the belief in an afterlife and every culture through time has their myths, legends and beliefs about what happens when we die.

Meduimship is the ability to sense the presence of and communicate with the Souls of those who have died. I used to call myself a Medium but stopped when it became evident to me that Souls can’t be called on demand and the disappointment this caused my clients was unfair to them. If I’m in a session and a Soul shows up I’m always honest with my client and will let them know, however, I try to not set up the expectation in the first place. I also know that if a Soul is already communicating with my client, they won’t have a need to come through me – even if my client isn’t yet aware of the communication. Plus, I want to empower my clients to know they don’t need me, or anyone else, to intervene between them and their loved ones. I want them to trust their own abilities. 

The belief in an afterlife, whatever that looks like to you, can be such a healing belief in this world of uncertainty. If death and taxes are the only certainty, let’s add life after death to the list. I’d like to believe my mother is healthy, happy and thriving, where ever she is. This belief helps me move through my days and I feel comforted to think that when my turn comes, my Soul Group will be waiting to welcome me back – it feels like a good belief to me.

Megan Edge Psy-chick Healing Studio Master Healer Intuitive Counsellor, Educator and Author


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