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Eight Moons

Misty and I lived the happiest of ordinary lives. She lifted and healed certain things in me with her simple grace, and little light of love. Those things can never have the power to darken me again. Thanks to her, and her unconditional love.What IS ‘unconditional love’?

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Love that just is. Just because it is. Just because it cannot imagine being anything else. That is its very nature, and it lives in its very nature.

“I copy……I am still with you….”

I have no way of knowing if her “return” to me involves being literally beside me (in an etheric sense), or if her 
“visit” is more of an attunement of the frequencies necessary to get close to me -from where she now dwells. 
​I don’t know, and so far, have no way of knowing. It doesn’t matter. We -being Human- give so much of our energy 
to analysis , technical explanations. She relies on what feels right at the time, from her unfettered heartfelt state. 
Love is, so love attunes, draws near, recalls……Her love just is -and has no analytical concept of the dimensions it crosses to touch another Heart. In those moments, there is no separation.I know this does her no harm. 
​She chooses this. How can I tell? The sense of boundless strength and grace in her when I perceive her “presence”. 
My intuition (I know her so well), that these contacts bring her joy.They bring me joy too. Who would ever have 
​imagined that the death of my friend, my companion, my ‘little sister’, would have brought me that?

How can I tell for sure this is truly her? Not a figment of my imagination? 
I send her my love, at times she appears to be ‘far away’. What I send out seems to go nowhere. I miss her of course. I miss the life we used to share. Between her visits there are times I am close to sadness. But I raise my feelings, send her my love, as I always promised I would, then I let go, and carry on with normal life.
A short time later -out of the blue- I sense her ‘answering call’. A warm and happy wave of her affection. Sometimes it stays, sometimes it flits away again. 

But I am struck by those moments. How could I ever feel sad? She senses me, senses my ray of love, knows I have not forgotten, and returns the short message, that, if it were spoken would sound something like:
“I copy. I am still with you.”
​Thus, we stay in touch. She comes back for a proper “visit” when she is good and ready. I am beginning to get used to that now.

She now shines a beacon for me, showing me the way, and opening up things in my heart I had once rejected. 

​Blessings and thanks to you little Soul.

What I always knew as her particular energy is now more focused, more definite and strong, and always returns to me filled with affection.

There have been no more successful out-of-body experiences, so far. I may be very wrong but am beginning to think the two that occurred were a Grace. Beyond my striving and willing. Given as a momentary gift. Just as I sensed they might be. For that I am filled with more gratitude than I can express. But I don’t close my mind to the possibility that they may happen again. I will see what the future brings.

It is now February 2013. It is eight months since Misty left. I can no longer 
say ‘died’.
She returns often. On average, every two weeks, but sometimes more frequently. Still herself, still with her own invisible pattern of character that I 
would recognize anywhere.