Proof of Spiritual Afterlife: Messages
from Beyond by C. Bailey-Lloyd
On the 19th of October, my father passed away
at home. Surrounded by family and friends, my dad fought death until he could
no more. His battle had been long and weary; and though we'd tried every
resource under the sun to "fix him," in the end, he lost his battle
to multiple heart-related reasons - though I attribute his spiraling demise to
It began with a quadruple bypass heart
surgery in early 2002. While surgeons at a local, major (hospital) had done a
super job repairing his heart, he contracted a "staph" infection
during his hospital stay; which we later understood to be Methicillan Resistant
Staphylococcus Aureaus - one of the worst types of
Sent home with this infection, my father's
health began to rapidly deteriorate. Multiple surgeries and treatments later,
(including reconstructive plastic surgery where MRSA had eaten clear to the
breastplate); my dad's blood sugar had become completely out of control,
kidney function was near renal failure; and half of his heart was now
comprised of dead tissue. He had suffered tremendously under the trusted hands
of "conventional medicine."
I believe it was the sheer act of Divine
Intervention that my father managed to survive three more years. His will and
determination to live were impeccable. Until the end, he fought death like the
soldier he was. Even when family members begged him to "let go," his
dying words were, "...I don't want to." In fact, my dad did
not want to die (as most folks share the same feelings). He loved my mom so
much, that on the day he died, he ordered a dozen red roses for her. To her
surprise, she asked him, "Who are these for?" At this time he
could barely speak, but he pointed to her. Then she asked him, "...From
who are these roses?" To which he responded by pointing to himself.
His nobility was simply admirable. Chivalry was nothing new to my dad, and my
mom had a special bond with him. With nearly 40 years of marriage behind them,
we'd thought them both immortal.
Prior to his physical death, my family had
the rare opportunity to bid our final words to him. Since most of we believe
in life after death, we'd asked him to give us signs when he made it to the
"other side." Unbelievably, he didn't just give us one sign, but
many. The one that stood out the most was the following, actual account:
My aunt, (my father's sister) was staying at
his home with my mom.
During that time, I had cleared ALL
voicemail messages from my cell phone and left the cell phone with my aunt so
she could call out-of-town family members. The following morning (10-20-05) I
went to my mom's house where my aunt met me at the door to tell me, "...you
need to check your cell phone. It rang me at 3:30a.m. but I couldn't figure
out what to do with it." When I asked her, "Why?"
She replied, "...well, I opened the flip-phone to see who was calling
but all I got was a text message stating that I had two NEW voicemail
Thinking that these were family members from
out of town, I proceeded to dial my number and enter my pass code to retrieve
the new messages. The first new message sounded
garbled and liken to someone under water. The second new voice message
was my father stating, "...hey, we're home. I've got a sack full of
groceries and we need some help."
Now, my father had congestive heart failure
and on the morning of the 19th, we helplessly watched him drown in his own
fluids until his passing. Prior to his passing, my dad had not been grocery
shopping for at least 3 weeks (one of his favorite past times). Additionally,
it had been nearly 8 weeks prior to his death when his voice was so crisp and
clear as it was on the phone.
I'd heard of cell phone messages being
delayed by a few days, but I am fairly certain that this was in fact an EVP
from my dad. Technically, he stopped breathing at 3:30a.m. -- his pacemaker
kept his heart beating until 4:02a.m.
My dad could never remember my cell phone
number, but for some peculiar reason, on the following day of his passing, he
managed to send me two new voice mail messages. The other bizarre part of
these communications were that both voice mail messages were deemed
"new" from Verizon, but coincidentally did not list a time or date.
Before he died, he had had multiple visions
and communications with God, and the night prior to his physical death, he
asked us, "...do you see them coming?" There was no one that
we could see, but he did. My assumption is that he saw the Angels
coming for him. I also recall him having his eyes closed and having the
ability to see my daughter perched on the floor. With lids shut, he pointed
his finger at her, and said, "Rita Marie?" He'd even visited my
daughter in a dream where he relayed, "I've made it here. Don't worry
about me." Later, we'd developed pictures of my dad that had been
taken days prior to his passing. On the photos, we could see a light-blue aura
around him. He was already crossing over to the other side, but at the time,
no one wanted to accept it - including him.
Though my dad is very loved and missed, he
had given us all signs prior to and after his physical death. Skeptics may say
these accounts were merely coincidental; prompted by human imagination, even
the Verizon phone call - I say that life after death does exist. Most
physicists agree that energy cannot be destroyed - it simply transforms.
In closure, I find that listening to "Salsbury
Hill" by Peter Gabriel, gives me a sense of resolve and hope. An unlikely
source of spirituality, his closing lyrics read:
"...Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things, they've come to take me home..."
My dad crossed over with a smile on his face.
As I reflect, I know that though his struggle was bitter until the end, he has
found peace and eternal life in another realm of spiritual energy. Like the
man he was in life, he managed to give us all hope, even in his physical
death. Thus, if you've lost someone near and dear to you, know that pure
energy never dies.
© 10/24/05 - Proof of Spiritual Afterlife:
Messages from Beyond by C. Bailey-Lloyd
About the Author
C. Bailey-Lloyd is a professional writer of poetry
and informative articles on many subjects. More in-depth biographical
information can be found at Somewhere
Along the Beaten Path at MySpace.com.