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    <title>Nobody's Dead</title>
    
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    <subtitle>True stories of our dead communicating with us through the Angels... to bring us peace of mind, relief from anxiety, and joyful closure.

Suzy Morgan's site:  http://www.AskYourAngels.com


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        <title>Talking with the dead</title>
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        <published>2009-11-14T21:49:43-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-11-14T21:49:43-08:00</updated>
        <summary>Even talking with the dead can get a little "ho hum" if you do it enough. I stopped posting because I didn't seem to be coming up with new avenues into what was going on with our deceased. The other...</summary>
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            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;p&gt;Even talking with the dead can get a little "ho hum" if you do it enough.  I stopped posting because I didn't seem to be coming up with new avenues into what was going on with our deceased. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The other day, though, I had fun with a charming woman who wanted to connect with her sister, who had passed on several months ago. She died from a painful and disfiguring disease that dragged on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dead woman, Muriel, was in her early fifties, much loved and with a delightful sense of humor.  Muriel showed up immediately and was still very much connected to her sister, who was sitting on my couch. The living sister, Mary, had felt her often, so was not surprised when she popped in right next to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Here's the part that was different from most.  Once Muriel was anchored in and Mary and she were exchanging waves of love from their hearts, Muriel showed me she was in what I call, The Spa.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Spa, or the Virtual Reality Chamber,  seems to be a place where those who have been severely debilitated from the ravages of disease and the drugs to get through it, go to rest and rebuild. Often their spirit body appears fragmented as well, as if they need to regroup, to pull themselves together once again.  Muriel appeared to be in one of these places. Everything was just fine, but she wanted to get on with her life, body or no body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a6a07e12970b-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3242100419_216be8d564_m" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a6a07e12970b " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a6a07e12970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the fun part. Normally when someone is in The Spa, they tune in to their loved ones on earth and at the same time draw into themselves healing energy.  They go with the program.  Muriel had other ideas.  She kept showing me a fairy energy, like Disney's Tinkerbell. Fluttering her wings, she scissored her legs with her little green ballet slippers, to carry her up and out through the window into her new life, all the while giggling at her wonderful feat. With the exuberance she showed in life, she shared herself today, that same joy-to-know woman who died way too young for those who loved her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part was what Mary explained after the reading.  I was a little baffled with all this fairy energy.  Mary was delighted.  A couple of months before Muriel died, the two sisters had gone to a Fairy Festival, where little girls dressed up in fancy dresses with their mothers.   Where else, but in Southern California where we live?  The two sisters had spent a joyful day together only a month or two before Muriel passed on.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Cremation</title>
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        <published>2009-10-22T14:19:23-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-10-23T07:17:02-07:00</updated>
        <summary>"What happens if you are cremated before your soul has completely left your body?", my friend asked. "I've read that it takes three days before your soul is completely out of your body." The Angels share that as in life,...</summary>
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            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;p&gt;"What happens if you are cremated before your soul has completely left your body?", my friend asked. "I've read that it takes three days before your soul is completely out of your body."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Angels  share that as in life, each of us is slightly different.  It depends on the circumstances of death, if death is sudden, and your personal beliefs about death. In all cases, you will have a chance to gather yourself together, even if you miss the initial opportunity.  There is no one right way.&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a614eab4970b-pi" style="display: inline;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone who has been in a state of lengthy illness, often leaves their body easily and quickly because they are ready to leave behind the pain and incapacitation of their body's disintegration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a66ec545970c-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="2269525170_11bd5b608c_m" border="0" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a66ec545970c " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a66ec545970c-800wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" title="2269525170_11bd5b608c_m"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone struck down suddenly through a heart attack or an accident, creates a different scenario.  This person might linger because he has to understand he is no longer alive in a body.  I read a young man who was struck down instantaneously in a traffic accident.  He was furious that his grieving wife didn't acknowledge him while he was standing right next to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Angels are quick to point out that the process of life on earth, which includes what we think of as death, is forgiving.  Should you be the one who is cremated before the three day holding period required in some religions, you will still have the opportunity to gather yourself together as you adjust to your new life in death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This question reminds me of how many dead I have read who had been severely ill for a prolonged period of time.  Often, they appear to be gathering themselves together, as if they are pulling together the pieces of themselves that splintered in life. I always thought this was because their illness with all the "healing" drugs, had fragmented them in some way. Perhaps having your physical body cremated quickly is similar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all cases, your beliefs about how life works or doesn't, influence your experience.  Thinking positively continues to create an easier climb through your life today as well as into the death experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Is there really a heaven?</title>
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        <published>2009-10-02T18:45:55-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-10-20T12:07:06-07:00</updated>
        <summary>A friend asked,"is there really a heaven, or is that just an old-fashioned term for advanced consciousness?" Oh boy. Personally I hadn't figured anything out before I began my ongoing chat with the dead. Obviously, from a Christian standpoint, there...</summary>
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            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;p&gt;A friend asked,"is there really a heaven, or is that just an old-fashioned term for advanced consciousness?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Oh boy. Personally I hadn't figured anything out  before I began my ongoing chat with the dead.  Obviously, from a Christian standpoint, there is a place called Heaven.  It seems to be that huge, expensive community on the hill you get to live in bliss when you pass on if, and only if, you've been a good girl or boy and followed The Golden Rule while in a body. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;My Angels say this is what heaven is not. It is not a place that you arrive in once deceased when you have passed the board of judges.  There are no judges and definitely no, "The Judge."  The Judge and judging is a misinterpretation of Love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a60f949f970c-pi" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a60f9518970c-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="6a00e554db087e88330120a5b7a5b1970b-800wi" border="0" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a60f9518970c " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a60f9518970c-800wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" title="6a00e554db087e88330120a5b7a5b1970b-800wi"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br&gt; Love has no dissenting partner. Love is. It either exists in total or it doesn't.  There is no in-between.  If we think that by being "good," we are going to this ethereal place called Heaven, we are mistaken.  Heaven is more about living in a state of love, of caring, of watching out for others as well as yourself. If that is an advanced state of consciousness, then so be it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I am hearing are several things, all of which will cause biblical scholars to quickly click off.  But then why would they deviate so far from center anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.  There is no heaven. There is no hell.  Can we create heaven? Yes!  Hell? Yes!  Just the way we can create both situations on earth, we can create when we are living in spirit without a body.  Heaven and hell are states of being. I can create either easily by choosing to change my mind, to look at things differently, to embrace the feeling of love and let going of the feelings of hatred, contempt, and lack of forgiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  What about those beings who while alive, murdered and tortured others?  Are you saying there is no punishment?  Yes and no.  What the Angels indicate is it takes a person of very low consciousness to commit these crimes.  We, too, began our evolution in a state of low consciousness. At death this person will remain isolated. In this place of isolation, he/she can do no damage to another, although others may be close by, they will be shielded from each others view and actions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He/she is left alone to hear and see and feel his behavior from his victim's viewpoint as well as his own. He will have no connection with others.  No chance to move into the Light. It is Dante' s Hell.  The offender will become his victim and live through his torture in reverse. He will remain in this position until he finally acknowledges his wrongdoing and asks for forgiveness.  At some point he will reincarnate to try again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  As for Heaven, each person has a slightly different picture of what that might look like.  What you choose for yourself when you pass on affects what appears to be.  If you believe that you will be surrounded in loving Light, you will be.  If you believe that you will wait in a state of limbo until Jesus is born again, you will. If you believe  that Jesus sits on a throne next to the Almighty God, He will be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; If you believe that you must wait until your loved ones pass on, you will hang out close to your earth family and not take advantage of your new freedom. If you believe there is nothing after death, you may find yourself swimming in space, content enough until you choose to open to an expanded "life."  If you were ill in life and wanted nothing more than working limbs and a healthy body, you may find yourself dancing into the wee hours, skiing in the morning, soaring off the high dive in the afternoon and making love all evening.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just as in life, you surround yourself with what it is you choose to create.  Only in death, you create with your heart.  Choose to create the best life today and take that with you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Heart Connections </title>
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        <published>2009-09-27T17:10:45-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-09-27T17:19:58-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Yesterday my half-sister Ev's ashes were scattered on a hilltop in New York State. I could have returned for the 30 minute hilltop gathering. There was to be no formal ceremony. "Just a few friends and family," her son said....</summary>
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            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday my half-sister Ev's ashes were scattered on a hilltop in New York State.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="asset asset-image"&gt;&#xD;
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&lt;/p&gt; I could have returned for the 30 minute hilltop gathering.  There was to be no formal ceremony.  "Just a few friends and family,"&#xD;
her son said.  "It's no big deal.  I don't know why so many are coming," he said.  Neither did I, until now. &lt;p&gt;After all, Ev was 95 when she passed on. She was loved&#xD;
and cared for in a way we could all only hope to be.  My rationale was that my birth sister and I returned for a visit twice yearly and I had already rescheduled my workshop once for that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a mistake.  In retrospect, I would have been happier crying one more time over the friend that I lost in a body, instead of feeling remorse over staying home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I didn't pay much attention to Ev when she was younger. We only became friends once she was too weak to take care of herself.  I am told, she was a brilliant biochemist as well as the mother and wife that I recognized.  Now she has two deceased husbands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a hole in my heart ... here, where I'm pointing.  Here are the unshed tears for a woman I didn't know until she was unable to speak for seven plus years. Ev learned to communicate through her eyes and her heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She spoke clearly telepathically once we all got the hang of it. The first time I knew for sure was when I was sitting alone with her while she appeared to sleep. I put my hands over her body and cleared her energy field, all the while loving her intensely.  All of a sudden she opened her eyes, looked directly into mine,  and smiled.  Thank you Ev.  It is what I hold today.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Angels share that we communicate exactly this way when we are "dead."  There is no miscommunication in the heart. You either love or you don't.  Ev taught me that.  I honor her today.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this physical world we make so much noise we forget the inner beauty and depth of wisdom that comes from the stillness.  Ev taught me there is love to be found in the quiet spaces.  &lt;/p&gt;Today I see her smiling, surrounded with her men - our shared Dad, whom we adored, her first husband, who made us all laugh, and her second husband who died soon after they had found each others souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Watching over you</title>
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        <published>2009-09-19T18:06:48-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-09-19T18:16:43-07:00</updated>
        <summary>The Angels love to babble when my body is captive in bed. This morning was no different. Many times I will hear that your deceased Mom or Dad, or friend is "watching over you." What the Angels say is that...</summary>
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            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
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<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Angels love to babble when my body is captive in bed.  This  morning was no different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many times I will hear that your deceased Mom or Dad, or friend is "watching over you."  What the Angels say is that the dead are not so different from us. Of course they are pure energy, minus the weight of the physical body.  The dead are able to "tune into" our feelings including those times when we relive a part of our shared lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="asset asset-image"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a5da39f3970c-pi" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="asset asset-image"&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="asset asset-image"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a583c8bf970b-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="244273668_1e0139aa2d_m" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a583c8bf970b " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a583c8bf970b-800wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" title="244273668_1e0139aa2d_m"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&#xD;
&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This a.m. at predawn, my Dad, who died in 1969, showed up laughing.  There he was. In Switzerland, his homeland, giggling as a boy.   Daddy loved to tell us the story of catching eels in the stream for dinner and then watching as they squirmed in the hot pan for dinner.  Gruesome to me, a sheltered N.J. kid whose food came from the local market.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="asset asset-image"&gt;This morning, my much-loved Dad was as real as if he was sitting next to me telling me the story which I had asked about many times.  The Angels explain that the love we shared and still share, is what keeps us connected.  Daddy is able to connect with me in my half sleep/awake state because I am open then and the normal busyness of life is not consuming me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dead read our availability, just like we intuitively read our friends and family in life. When you are sad and missing your deceased loved ones, they are able, if they choose, to offer you the love that you crave. You are not making it up. They are here, with you, in spirit, literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Angels insist that the dead are not. They are here in the form of energy.  Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they are not connected to you.  In our physical form, we think in terms of 100% or zero, either/or.  In spirit form, we can send 10% of our energy over to little Billy and another 20% over to Mom and still have plenty left over to take care of ourselves.  This is a learned process, but one we inadvertently practice without the same success in the body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think about how many times you have been with someone when your mind wandered.  Are you fully present?  Probably not.  Our mind takes us to the game we're watching later, or the lunch date with our friend, or our unaccomplished work still piled up.  That might leave 5-10% with your current friend right now.  Ever been accused of not listening? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dead are able to "multitask" with ease.  The difference is the dead are fully present with each activity. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=b-P9A1ltSnw:-mHUw17rDRg:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=b-P9A1ltSnw:-mHUw17rDRg:gIN9vFwOqvQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?i=b-P9A1ltSnw:-mHUw17rDRg:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=b-P9A1ltSnw:-mHUw17rDRg:I9og5sOYxJI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=I9og5sOYxJI" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>What is Hell?</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/09/revelife-a-christian-site-that-popped-up-on-my-google-alert-for-afterlife-asks-what-is-hell-and-who-goes-the-options-prese.html" />
        <link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/09/revelife-a-christian-site-that-popped-up-on-my-google-alert-for-afterlife-asks-what-is-hell-and-who-goes-the-options-prese.html" thr:count="0" />
        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e554db087e88330120a5baa8da970c</id>
        <published>2009-09-11T16:51:32-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-09-11T17:16:23-07:00</updated>
        <summary>After stating publicly on this site that I seemed to be complete in blogging on the dead, new things keep coming up. Forgive me for my idiosyncrasies. "What is Hell and Who goes?" asks Revelife, a Christian site that popped...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
        </author>
        
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="&quot;Healing and Recovery&quot;" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="consciousness" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="David Hawkins" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="murdered" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="myth of Sisyphus" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="Sisyphus" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="what is hell?  hell? levels of consciousness" />
        
<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;p&gt;After stating publicly on this site that I seemed to be complete in blogging on the dead, new things keep coming up. Forgive me for my idiosyncrasies.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What is Hell and Who goes?" asks &lt;a href="http://www.revelife.com/711706166/what-is-hell-and-who-goes/"&gt;Revelife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a Christian site that popped up on my Goggle Alert for "afterlife." The options presented were all viable, but not what the Angels share with me. Right or wrong, here's what I'm told.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a56559e2970b-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3252887240_b293f01eed_m" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a56559e2970b " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a56559e2970b-800wi" style="border: 2px solid black;" title="3252887240_b293f01eed_m"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here is no Hell/hell except in your mind.  Hell is not fire and flames, unless you live in the Western U.S., where the flames steal lives as well as memories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have tortured, murdered, or seriously abused another while on earth, you will carry that person with you not just through this life, but through your continuation of life in death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Afterlife does not reflect an eye for an eye. However, you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be isolated.  The Angels say you will be a "floater."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; You will see the Light but not experience it in your personal prison camp. You will experience the suffering of not just the person whose life you took or harmed seriously,  but also the pain of their friends and family. You will live this agony in a continually running assault of feelings and not share in the loving support of others. (The Angels are quick to share that if you were in the military, the situation is different.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The challenge of the dead killer of life is an intensified, never-ending and excruciatingly harrowing experience. You will live in an ongoing barrage of grief and terror until one day you choose to surrender. Through surrender comes forgiveness.  Forgiving yourself. Forgiving others. Forgiving God.  In your willingness to ford the river of shame and hatred, you will be given the opportunity to move out of your isolation and begin life on earth again, if you choose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;David Hawkins, in "&lt;a href="http://http://www.veritaspub.com/product_info.php?cPath=47_48&amp;amp;products_id=988"&gt;Healing and Recovery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," explains:  "At the bottom levels of consciousness are situations of lose-lose.  People lose, and those who become associated with them lose."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the pain of hell in life. In death, the continuation of life without the body, the pain continues.  Instead of being surrounded with those you love, you toss and turn, alone and empty, haunted by your own personal demons. You are left to feel the agony of those you killed and tortured. There is no end until you, the abuser of life, open to forgiving and being forgiven.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the myth of Sisyphus at its toughest.  Initially, we all begin life at its lowest level of consciousness, with the opportunity to evolve into opening our hearts and the realization that we are all one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=mVddryivIjg:6iKcm7w93xY:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=mVddryivIjg:6iKcm7w93xY:gIN9vFwOqvQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?i=mVddryivIjg:6iKcm7w93xY:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=mVddryivIjg:6iKcm7w93xY:I9og5sOYxJI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=I9og5sOYxJI" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Who's she waving at?</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/09/whos-she-waving-at.html" />
        <link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/09/whos-she-waving-at.html" thr:count="0" />
        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e554db087e88330120a5519fbb970b</id>
        <published>2009-09-06T18:31:20-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-09-06T18:34:46-07:00</updated>
        <summary>One of my clients called me with a true story about her aunt, her baby girl, Bianca, and her dead Grandfather. This loving Grandfather passed on within the year, and since my client and I had read him before he...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
        </author>
        
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="dead" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="died" />
        
<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my clients called me with a true story about her aunt, her&#xD;
baby girl, Bianca, and her dead Grandfather.  This loving Grandfather passed on within the year, and since my client and I had read him before he died, she wanted to share this story. &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a5519890970b-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="1034644706_45aa81059c_m" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a5519890970b " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a5519890970b-800wi" style="border: 2px solid black;" title="1034644706_45aa81059c_m"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The baby, Bianca, has learned to wave, but never does so for&#xD;
strangers. Her waves are saved solely for her Mom, Dad, and two other&#xD;
close family members.  Mom was feeding Bianca in her high chair when&#xD;
the baby turned her head toward the left and started grinning and&#xD;
waving excitedly.  No one was in the room except Mom and Bianca. &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
&lt;p&gt;Bianca loves to look at family photos. The interesting part is when she finds her Grandfather's picture, she points over and over again, asking "Who's that?"  Mom is certain her baby was looking at her Grandpa, and maybe Grandma as well. &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
&#xD;
&lt;p&gt;The obvious question is, why should she be interested?  And, why just ask about Grandpa?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Angels explain that babies and very young children do&#xD;
not forget their spirit world friends. Perhaps Bianca still has the&#xD;
ability to see beyond what our third dimensional training says does not&#xD;
exist.  &lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
&lt;p&gt;What if what we think is all that is, isn't?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=uUDaT83UABY:fZ9zipepZdA:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=uUDaT83UABY:fZ9zipepZdA:gIN9vFwOqvQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?i=uUDaT83UABY:fZ9zipepZdA:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=uUDaT83UABY:fZ9zipepZdA:I9og5sOYxJI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=I9og5sOYxJI" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Nobody's Dead, nobody dies</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/08/nobodys-dead-nobody-dies.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e554db087e88330120a52d5336970c</id>
        <published>2009-08-08T04:33:21-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-08T11:11:45-07:00</updated>
        <summary>This is my last blog post on Nobody's Dead for awhile, perhaps forever. I want to thank those of you who have been faithful readers, especially those of you who have taken time to email me directly. I began this...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
        </author>
        
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="afterlife" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="death" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="lotus" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="nobody is dead" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="nobody's dead" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="nobodys dies" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="Nobodysdead" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="the afterlife" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="the dead" />
        
<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my last blog post on Nobody's Dead for awhile, perhaps forever.   I want to thank those of you who have been faithful readers,  especially those of you who have taken time to email me directly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I began this as a way for me to gather my observations of the dead, as well as to honor those who are grieving and their loved ones in the afterlife.  The process has been a slow unfolding for me, a lotus emerging in all its beauty from the muck.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After several hundred readings, here are a few of the things that I have learned about the dead. I intend to write a short book one of these days where I will share more of my experiences. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, the obvious, nobody is dead. Nobody dies. Death is not a real occurrence in the world of spirit.  Like many things in the physical world, death is a bit of a trick to teach us the gift of letting go and the challenge of creating something new and perhaps better.  The body sloughs off and we, in spirit, continue. Here in the physical, most of us are not able to see the dead and therefore imagine our loved ones no longer exist. Our physicists have shown us life continues; energy never dies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dead are not in one place or another, i.e., either heaven or hell.  Initially,  I wasn't sure that either of these two words represented an actual place of being.  Currently, I believe that both heaven and hell are one more construct of our mind to explain the unexplainable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;We live in a physical world of the third dimension, the dimension of the physically obvious, the dimension of duality.  The dead live in a dimension of the non physical. I have yet to hear what to call this place, but it is one where we appear to exist without a bodily form.&#xD;
&lt;/p&gt;&#xD;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a52d588f970c-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="2589723846_b96110810f_t" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a52d588f970c " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a52d588f970c-800wi" style="border: 2px solid black; width: 217px; height: 162px;" title="2589723846_b96110810f_t"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As in life, we, in our dead-life, carry ourselves with us.  Personality seems to continue. Whether the dead show us their personality so the alive will know they are still around, or whether they maintain their personality, I can't answer today. My guess is that most of us, when dead, want our loved ones to know we are okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dead are able to respond to the living.  When someone close to us passes on, they are able to respond to our love or lack of it.  Many times I have noticed that when we hold on so tightly to someone who's passed over, they remain in an adhesive, not necessarily cohesive,  relationship with us.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In our willingness to forgive and let go of the past,  we seem able to help the dead move to a more comfortable "place."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I would say that love continues. So does hate.  Love creates peace and carries a high vibration of bliss.  Hate creates misery and carries a low vibration of godlessness. As always, we have a choice.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dead have an ongoing opportunity to work on themselves.  If you die in a "gridlocked" personality of refusing to open your heart, you will continue to live in that isolated place of sadness and anger.  If you lived doing your best and caring for others, even if you think you have not succeeded, you will continue to live in a place of caring and being cared for.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The physical body is often a painful nuisance.  Some of the most heart-rending moments with the dead have come for me when someone who endured a painful physical existence, shows him/herself  with the freedom of movement of a butterfly. The exhilaration of moving without pain, without the weight of a malformed body is a joy to behold.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=1EcdSdxpRiU:zP54KJF2Dvk:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=1EcdSdxpRiU:zP54KJF2Dvk:gIN9vFwOqvQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?i=1EcdSdxpRiU:zP54KJF2Dvk:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=1EcdSdxpRiU:zP54KJF2Dvk:I9og5sOYxJI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=I9og5sOYxJI" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Dancing in your dreams</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/08/dancing-in-your-dreams.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e554db087e88330120a51da444970c</id>
        <published>2009-08-04T11:17:12-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-05T08:50:19-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Angela asks about her stepfather, who passed away last year. Angela and her "Poppy" were always very close. They have had many lifetimes together where they have watched out for each other. Her adopted father was a sweetheart of a...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
        </author>
        
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="bypass surgeries" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="father and daughter" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="stepfather" />
        
<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;p&gt;Angela  asks about her stepfather, who passed away last year.  Angela and her "Poppy" were always very close. They have had many lifetimes together where they have watched out for each other.  Her adopted father was a sweetheart of a guy. His gift to Angela was his supportive love that got her through her childhood and remains with her today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poppy endured several bypass surgeries as well as losing a leg.   Still he remained her rock. They were special gifts to each other during their long friendship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a4c659b2970b-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="293507588_620e2cc32f_t" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e554db087e88330120a4c659b2970b " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e88330120a4c659b2970b-800wi" style="border: 2px solid black;" title="293507588_620e2cc32f_t"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's showing me another lifetime where he and Angela are waltzing together.  The music is beautiful and he is twirling her in his arms. Together they were the couple to watch  - young and handsome and very much in love.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poppy wants Angela to know that he no longer has pain anywhere. He is whole.  He holds this love for her that remained unexpressed in the same way, during their relationship of father and daughter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Angela laughs and shares that in her dreams, Poppy comes to her dancing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=wXeGjerg3gE:cmHMYM1RI5U:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=wXeGjerg3gE:cmHMYM1RI5U:gIN9vFwOqvQ"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?i=wXeGjerg3gE:cmHMYM1RI5U:gIN9vFwOqvQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?a=wXeGjerg3gE:cmHMYM1RI5U:I9og5sOYxJI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/NobodysDead?d=I9og5sOYxJI" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Surrendering to death</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/07/surrendering-to-death.html" />
        <link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.nobodysdead.com/2009/07/surrendering-to-death.html" thr:count="3" thr:updated="2009-11-09T01:18:30-08:00" />
        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e554db087e88330115714d3373970c</id>
        <published>2009-07-28T10:16:16-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-07-28T12:09:02-07:00</updated>
        <summary>The enlightened Dr. David Hawkins, in his book, "Healing and Recovery," describes a potentially deadly encounter with a large rattlesnake on the doorway to his cabin. The rattler was coiled, "...his head snapped back, his tongue flickered out, and he...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Suzy Morgan</name>
        </author>
        
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="&quot;Healing and Recovery&quot;" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="Dr. David Hawkins" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="painful death" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="surrender" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="surrendering to death" />
        <category scheme="http://sixapart.com/ns/types#tag" term="survival" />
        
<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://www.nobodysdead.com/">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e8833011572419e48970b-pi" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="2945099817_a7608081c0_m" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00e554db087e8833011572419e48970b " src="http://angelvision.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554db087e8833011572419e48970b-800wi" style="border: 2px solid black;" title="2945099817_a7608081c0_m"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The enlightened Dr. David Hawkins, in his book, "&lt;a href="http://www.veritaspub.com/product_info.php?cPath=47_48&amp;amp;products_id=988"&gt;Healing and Recovery&lt;/a&gt;," describes a potentially deadly encounter with a large rattlesnake on the doorway to his cabin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The rattler was coiled, "...his head snapped back, his tongue flickered out, and he was poised to strike..." Understandably, Hawkins dropped into fear, knowing he could die a painful death, now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's where Hawkins and most of the rest of us differ. "I saw that my survival really depended on the excellence with which I let go, surrendered to God, and released and let go of resisting the experience.  As I did, the fearful thoughts instantly disappeared, and I felt a profound state of peace settle on both the snake and me...Out of it came a sort of inner joyfulness, and I felt love for the snake arise out of the field from which fear had been removed."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can we draw on Hawkins' experience and allow ourselves to relax into death, trusting all is well?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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