Readers sent in such interesting descriptions of their energetic exchanges with deceased loved ones that I’ll just run them here.

“The night that my beloved grandmother died in 1993,” writes CM reader Nancy, “I left the hospital and went to my mother’s house to comfort her. As I approached my mother’s house, I felt a strong and unmistakable warmth, starting in the middle of my back and spreading throughout my abdomen. It was like an injection. I knew instantly that it was my grandmother’s energy, touching me from the gates of the Other Side, comforting me, telling me that everything was going to be all right.”

“About 20 minutes after getting the news [of my mom’s death] I was laying down, in the fetal position, sobbing and in such pain,” writes Elizabeth. “Out of nowhere I sat up and had the most peaceful feeling… I can’t describe it to anyone, but that feeling was like nothing I have ever felt before. It helped me through (and still does) the most painful time of my life. Now, I don’t know if it was my mom or God or what, but something was there, present, in me or touching me, making me feel safe. I still cry and am extremely sad that my mom is not here, but moments after I start to well up, I think of that feeling. It reminds me there is something bigger than me, that it doesn’t just stop here.”

“I was only 12 when my Dad died. I was at summer camp,” writes Devar. “We were in the midst of the initiation ceremony for the new girls. It was a lovely ceremony with candles and everyone dressed in white. I was a new girl myself, so my candle had JUST been lit by one of the returning campers. I was standing holding my candle when suddenly I felt very alone. I was surrounded by all the other girls and counselors, but it was suddenly like they were all in a dream and I was in my own clear reality by myself. I looked down at my candle and saw it flicker, as if in a gust of wind… but it kept burning. Not only did it keep burning, but it seemed actually to burn brighter. I felt amazed and frightened by it. Later that night, my mother arrived to take me home, and told me that my Dad had dropped dead at the age of 52 on the tennis court when I had seen my candle flicker. I believe it was my Dad’s spirit whooshing by me on his way to The Light, that caused my candle to flicker. I believe it was the perfect way for him to express his parting message to me: ‘Although my death causes your Inner Light to flicker, it WILL keep burning, and mine with you. Let your Little Light shine in the world!'”

“My dad died February 3rd, 2005…I am still bereft, but I don’t live in grief,” writes Stacey. “I remember the euphoric feeling – for days – of the love coming from all the people that came to his viewing and funeral. Not only was their love palpable, but so was my dad’s love. To this day I speak to him as if he were right near me, because I feel as though he hears and guides me. And I no longer fear death..”

Writes reader Cheryl Elizabeth: “One night the week of [my dad’s] death, I was sitting alone in my bedroom talking to him in my head. I said, “Dad if you’re okay please give me a sign.’ Suddenly the room got a bright blue. My computer came on, and the blue of the Microsoft windows illuminated my room more brightly than I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t believe it. It lasted about two minutes, and just as suddenly turned itself off. I felt wonderful, and have not worried about him since.”

Reader Jolinda writes: “I have begun my meditation practice just recently (after a hiatus since 9-11-2001) and after losing my precious grandmother, on my birthday one year ago, I was in meditation this morning, thanking her for her guidance, and felt her stroking my hair, as she did (the only person ever to do so) while I would be falling asleep as a child. At 36 years old, this feeling is unmistakable, and from whom the same.”

Writes Daria: “Last week I had a dream with the message ‘It’s about the code’…repeated over and over, like a slogan, but in an insightful and loving way by everyone who said it. In the morning I awoke feeling rested and happy; I ran downstairs to share my dream with my family. It was then I learned that my best friend, Kate, had died during the night. I knew in that moment it was Kate speaking to me in my dreams. My first thought was, ‘You’ll always be able to find me, and I you.’ Then I cried because I knew her pain was over.”