Hi Sameer,
Thank you for sharing your beliefs. I have read and re-read what you wrote and I love the image of Mikey.
The energy that we are is exacted all around us at all times. We can call upon it at will if we are open to it, as simple as thinking about someone and the phone rings and there they are! Who hasn't taken credit by calling it ESP? I think thoughts and those things happen, like when for days before Michael's accident, I kept seeing death, a casket, a funeral, so real that I thought I needed to clean the floors because I saw many people in our home. I had no premonition that it was going to be Michael. I have learned to be careful what I think and feel.
I have had many connections with "the other side" during my life, the first when I was two and a half years old. It was like an out of body experience because my view is from behind us looking down. I see Mother and I standing in an empty house. A recent widow, she is looking to buy it. I am standing to the right of her and she is holding my hand. I am wearing a little coat and hat. The room is empty, no furniture, there are narrow hardwood floors running the length of the room and we are facing a doorway and a built-in china cabinet. I told Mother in our much later years and she said that yes it made sense but that "you couldn't possibly remember that." But I did and have my whole life.
When my brother, Rex, died I began looking for answers. I started with Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, and went on to read anything related to death. I searched for meaning and The Truth, went to the Sikhi Training Camp for Women in New Mexico, read the Koran and the Kabbalah, all the while staying grounded in my Christian beliefs. I don't have any education in Buddhist or Hindu religions except from a class in World Religions in college. Reincarnation is a concept that is alien to me but not one I would totally reject if it is The Truth. I have had many other connections with "the other side" besides the two examples above and my vision is now of a big sheet of Saran Wrap separating us from "them" as they watch over us. They can see us but we can't see them.
Today I told someone that Michael would give me the answer to why, when I think of him, the name Rex comes up first. Last night I got the answer: It isn't me. It is Michael putting that name in my head. Now I want to know why. Is he telling me something? Rex died forty-eight years ago and truthfully, I would go months and perhaps years without thinking about him, except in passing; whereas, I think about Michael every day.That is why this is so startling to me. So maybe, are they one in the same?
Thank you for your help, and to everyone who might read this.
XO
Troas