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My Father's Energy Force

Terry

Canada

My father died in August 2006. On August 1, he had told me he loved me for the first time. Three weeks later, he was gone.

On the first anniversary of his death, I was awakened by the most powerful energy force I have ever experienced. The predominant adjective to describe this force was “invasive.” It literally woke me up, and the force was so powerful that I did not know immediately if it were going to be a good or bad thing.

I soon realized, however, that this was the energy of my late father. The only way I can describe it, as it entered my chest, is to say that it was better than anything I have ever experienced in my lifetime—better than any pleasure, better than any relationship, better than anything exotic or beautiful in this world!

When people say, “I sensed a presence” in describing a “visit from heaven,” that would not be an adequate way to describe what happened to me. It was like being hit by a force more powerful than anything one could ever imagine here on this earth. There was nothing subtle about it. It felt like a bolt of lightning had entered my chest. It was powerful, immediate, and enveloping.

I could see a light in the room and in it was the outline of my father's form. He was a big man, and his aura was in one of his familiar stances. His energy said, “I am here, and I am your father.” I don't know how I knew this information, but I realized that it was he. There was nothing earthly about this magnificent form before me which was now my father. But I recognized his posture and his penetrating eyes.

So this was not a “ghost” as we would usually think of it, but more accurately it was the strong presence of my father. No words were actually spoken, but no words were needed. I knew instantly that he was there to let me know that everything would be OK.

Interestingly, my father was a 5:30 a.m. riser, and this had happened at exactly 5:30 a.m. I must admit I was a bit shaken by this experience. But, by its timing and strength, my father was sending me a clear message. He is still around, there is life after death, and there are many levels to our existence.

A day later I told my husband what had happened. Neither one of us is spiritual or religious. I was stunned and told him, “I don't imagine I will tell another living soul this story for fear of being deemed unstable or crazy.” I am a professional insurance agent who had never before thought about afterlife communication.

But everything happens for a reason, and I know that I am meant to share my experience. Life goes on, but there is so much more to wonder about than we realize.