Transitions of the Soul: True Stories from Ordinary People

by Nick Bunick

Overview

Death is not an ending, but a transition of the soul. Here are true-life stories of ordinary men, women, and children who no longer fear death or grieve for deceased loved ones. Why? Because they know the human spirit survives death--and lives on. But how do they know this with such certainty?

The proof lies in what they have seen with their own eyes and felt with their own hearts. Each was present when a grandmother, best friend, spouse, or child appeared to them in a luminous visitation to ease their grief and to show them that no one had really died. They were graced to witness angels, or Jesus, or other spiritual beings who came to announce the well-being of their recently passed dear ones.

Here, told in simple but emotionally rich words, are seventy-eight unforgettable tales of grief allayed and solace attained. Housewives, mechanics and mothers, sons and daughters, truck drivers and nurses, young and old--all attest to the survival of the spirit after death. What is remarkable is that many of them had no previous mystical experiences or even beliefs that such occurrences were possible.

Read their miraculous stories and you'll begin to understand why Nick Bunick, subject of The Messengers, assures us that with every transition of the soul, grief dissolves and it is only death that dies.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781612831749
Publisher:	Hampton Roads Publishing Company, Inc.
Publication date:	02/01/2001
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	1 MB

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Chapter One

You truly know that the spirit of God resides within you. You know with all of your heart and soul that you are a child of God. —In Gods Truth

Chase

    Blond, blue-eyed Chase came into the world two months too early. For this he suffered for the rest of his short life. With constant seizures and too much medication, he became limp as a rag doll, completely unable to move any part of his body. Sometimes he would smile at me, the corners of his mouth quivering with the strain of unused facial muscles.

    When he became too big and sickly to care for, I placed him in a nursing home. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. Many years went by, and many late-night emergency phone calls, ambulance rides, and hospital stays. The nursing home wanted to have a feeding tube installed in Chase without the use of an anesthetic due to his condition. I flatly refused, and hired an attorney to make sure that Chase's painful life would never be artificially prolonged.

    A year later, Chase began to die. He fought for each breath for four days. I had anticipated he would pass on in his sleep someday, and now I feared I had caused him even more pain. I was numb, but in the outside world around me it was spring and beautiful.

    The night Chase died, he was thirteen years old, and the June full moon illuminated the sky. I sat next to the window in my dark living room, watching the moon and stars. "Where is he? Are you all right, Chase?" I had always been there for himinthe past. Now he was alone, and he had been so out of it. How was he handling the transition? For the sake of his younger siblings, who were constantly tiptoeing into the room to hug me, I decided I should go to bed.

    It was four A.M. when I got up to lock the front door. Looking out the window in the door, I noticed the crosses on top of each of the two neighboring churches. Both crosses were brilliantly ablaze. I had never seen that before. The next day, I checked them out, but both were just wooden crosses with no lights on them. For many years after that, I would check on the crosses, but they were never again lit up. Could it have been an answer from God to my question of whether Chase was okay?

    A year later, caught up in the busy world of my three younger children, I seldom dwelled on Chase. The worst grieving had actually been when he was alive and suffering. I did, however, miss the joy I used to feel being with him.

    Very late one night, I discovered I was sitting straight up in bed, but I did not remember waking or sitting up. I was just suddenly in that position. Instantly, I sensed I was not alone in the room. My mind said to run, for I was in fear. I began to toss the covers back so I could jump from the bed. Then I saw him standing at the foot of my bed. He was not the invalid thirteen-year-old, but a strong twenty-two-year-old, handsome and physically fit, smiling at his mother. His voice, which I had never heard before, calmly formed in my head. He simply said, "It's me."

    Chase said, "I just came back to tell you I love you, and to thank you." Excitedly, I moved to wake the rest of the family. "No," was his response. "This is just for you." I told him I loved him, and I perceived he wanted me to go back to sleep. I laid my head back down and was instantly asleep.

    The next morning, I thought, "What a great dream. It seemed so real." Everyone went off to school, and I began washing the morning dishes. Suddenly, I knew I was not alone in the room. Startled, I spun around. Chase was standing in the dining room. Now my eyes saw an energy mass about five feet tall. My mind, however, saw what he looked like, the young man of the night before. He telepathically said, "I just want to stay around the family for a few days." Answering out loud, I talked back to Chase as if he dropped in every day like this. It seemed perfectly natural, as if he had never died. He hung around and watched us for the next two days, but I did not tell the other kids, as I did not want to frighten them.

    The morning of the third day arrived. I was sitting on the living room carpet with a take-home classroom test spread out on the coffee table before me, I was trying to concentrate. It was important for me to finish the test before my little boy bounced in the door from kindergarten. Chase was standing about eight feet to my left. In my head, I heard him say, "Look up." In a typical motherly fashion, answering him out loud, I said, "Just a minute."

    "Look up," he repeated. I looked straight ahead at the clock, and knew I was running out of time to get my test done.

    "Just a minute," I said again. In a more stern voice, he said for the third time, more slowly, "Look up now!" I turned my head and looked at him. He gently said, "They're coming for me now, and I won't be back." We exchanged "I love you" just as two balls of energy flew into the room, and just as quickly he flew out with them. I sat on the floor, stunned. The room seemed incredibly empty. That was six years ago, and Chase has never been back, at least where I can see and hear him.

    He gave me a great gift those three days. I have never since grieved over him, but instead think of him as a young man capable of taking care of himself. Every once in a while, some wonderful little miracle will happen to us in conjunction with something to do with Chase, but that is another story. This story is how it came about that death no longer exists in my home.

Table of Contents

Foreword	xi
Part One / Visitations	1
Chase MARILYN LINDELL	3
Mother's Light BARBARA FURNISS BAUER	6
I Am Never Alone CLAIRE GARDNER	10
The Rock of Gibraltar TAMMY MCGOWAN	14
I'll Be There in Spirit MARC FAULKS	17
The Little Girl ANONYMOUS	19
My Daughter LISA CAHALL SWISHER	21
The Truth KATHLEEN ELLSTROM	22
Mom's Special Gifts MYRA Z. JOHNSON	24
Curtis SANDRA LINTON	26
The Funeral SHIRLEY KEELINE	33
Going Home MARTHA M. GRANDA	37
Well, I'm Going Now! MARC FAULKS	41
The Violets KIMBER LEA ALLEN	43
Our Final Good-bye CATHIE L. WELLS	46
I'm Here, Tilton, I'm Here SUSAN LEE	48
My Best Friend BETTIE WHITEHEAD	52
Princess CATHY PARADISE	54
The Apartment EVA JENNINGS	57
The Envelope JOHN LINCOLN	60
Sweetest Sister ABBIE REIQUAM NELSON	62
The Vision MAGGIEDEGEAR	64
Rob's Return BARBARA FURNISS BAUER	67
Dearest Jim JUDY WALLACE	71
The Divine Love ALEXANDER POLLAYIL	74
The Visit MARRIOTT LITTLE SHELDON	77
Aunt Margie, Dad, and Liz CHERYL NOLAND	78
I Know You're with Me, Doug MARK A. KRUCHOWSKY	84
Understanding NICK BUNICK	86
Part Two /Angels	89
Catch That Bus KAY HILLMAN	92
The Day That Death Transformed Life COLLEAYN T.
KLAIBOURNE	98
The Guardians SHARON DORLAND	102
The Angels and Grandma SHERRY SHARABAIKA	104
Harriette JOHN PIATEK	107
Good-bye, I Love You DIANE KOSER	110
A Heavenly Experience RUTH ANN POINDEXTER	112
The Witness M. O'LEARY	115
Our Journeys NICK BUNICK	116
Part Three / Sights, Smells, and Sounds	121
Don't Close the Door MARY LOU HOMER	125
Don't Worry, Be Happy ELLA GODIN LACROIX	134
Baby Marc's Life Story ALICE M. A. LALONDE	137
Christmas Spirit KATHLYN STABILE	143
You Will Always Be My Baby MARY CHRISTNER	146
The Rose LAURALEE KOZIOL	150
The Dairy Queen KAREN MONTAGUE	155
The Chimes MARILYN FERNANDEZ	159
The Eagles PATRICIA CLOYD	160
Lifting the Veil BARBARA BIBAS MONTERO	163
Beloved Ashley ERIC DELAUNE	171
The Spiritual Signs DORIS CHRISTENSEN	174
Whoosh DICK POLLINS	177
The Rebirth of Baby Jackie ROBERT PIZZAGRANI	181
Babe SHEILA T. DAHSINGER	190
My Beloved SHARON WILLIAMS	192
The Music Box ANNA R. DEAK	195
Death's Blessing KENDREA KIM MOCCIA	196
In Memory of Paul GINNY SCHUMACHER	199
Part Four / Dreams	203
A Tribute to a Dear Friend LOURENE JURKOVIC	206
My Dream Visit to the Next Life HERB LEE	212
Love Everlasting CANDACE BORJA	218
Mother, I Love You JOSEPH FLIPPO	220
Healing Dreams MARYANN DESTEFANO	222
My Bradley CONSTANCE VIAR	226
Master Antonio LOURENE JURKOVIC	230
Dad JULIE BENNETT	236
My Son's Dream PAM VANSLYKE	238
The Balance NONA BRIDGE	241
White Picket Fences ANGELA JAMES	242
The Picture PATRICIA C. HARCUM	244
Part Five / Extraordinary Personal Stories	247
Brad CHERYL NOLAND	250
Clear Prop JOE DEFLORIO	254
Be Not Afraid PETER OATES	261
Overwhelming Love CLAIRE WEISSMAN	265
The Service REVEREND DORIS ROSER	267
We Truly Are Spirits MARSHA D. KENNEDY	269
The Soul Departs COLLEEN COVEY	272
Joshua's Lighthouse Angels MARY DANSICKER	275
Trials and Lessons SHIRLEY ESSENBERG	278
My Spiritual Journey FAYE WOLFF-ALLEN	284
Bonnie SYLVIA HECKERT	293
Afterword	295
Index	297

Editorial Reviews

Is there no such thing as death? Bunick (The Messengers, In God's Truth) has compiled various stories to convey and share precisely that understanding. Death, he argues, is only a transition of our spirits and souls from the confinement of our physical bodies into the spiritual world. The stories come from people of many walks of life and seek to address the question of whether or not we are immortal and eternal. Stories include visitations or the awareness of the presence of deceased loved ones. Some highlight angels, while others convey the presence of the other world through sights, smells, sounds, or even dreams. The stories include the passing of both humans and animals and incorporate references to immortality and reincarnation. This is probably a compilation for believers, as the stories will likely not convince skeptics. Libraries with New Age readers should consider this title. Leroy Hommerding, Fort Myers Beach P.L. Dist., FL Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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