Category: Messages From Beyond
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Sir Percival, Supreme Feline & Unofficial Ruler of the Afterlife Garden..
Ahem. Well, well, well… what do we have here? Another year, another aerial bombardment. I must say, you humans are a curious species. A little bird drops its business on you and you act like it’s a sign from the heavens. In a way, it is but not for the reasons you lot think. Back…
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Sir Percival the Ever-Smug
Well, well, well… if it isn’t you lot, still flapping about like headless pigeons while I, Sir Percival, lounge luxuriously on a celestial windowsill overlooking eternity. Yes, I’m dead. No, I don’t miss you. But I do keep tabs because someone has to maintain standards around here. Let me tell you something about life, peasants:…
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Stop Acting Like The World Owes You Something – Granny Frass
Granny Frass’s Message from Beyond… Ooh now, pull up a chair and stop acting like the world owes you something. It don’t. Never did, never will. The sooner you wrap your noggin around that, the freer you’ll be. Life’s a wild old ride – sometimes it’ll toss you into a ditch, other times it’ll hand…
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Granny Frass – The Price of Peace..
Message from Beyond: The Price of Peace. Well now… seems like folks down there are forgetting the price of peace. It ain’t a thing you stumble across in the bargain bin, child – it’s something you buy with choices. The choice to bite your tongue when fools try to pull you into their storm. The…
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Granny Frass Weighs In…
Chrome Don’t Cover Cowardice: A Message from Granny Frass… Well now, look who’s thinking of me. I felt your heart tugging at the spirit strings this morning, like a little bird calling for home. I been watching you, you know. Watching you hold your head up high while folks round you carry on like peacocks…
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A Message from Kevin: Numerology, Seriously?
The Spirit Guide Who Won’t Let Me Be Serious Right, it’s me. Kevin.Yes, that Kevin. The one you occasionally mutter at when you think no one’s listening. Newsflash: we’re always listening. Especially when you start getting all mystical and lighting those weird candles. The scent situation is getting a bit much, by the way. So,…
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The Will, the Drama, and the Silence of Bully..
Scene: A cozy kitchen in the great beyond. A kettle whistles. There’s the soft clink of china, the rustle of angel robes and the faint smell of turf, lavender and a hint of disapproval. My dearly departed crew have gathered to discuss current events from Faurel Hill. Mom (wiping her hands on a ghostly tea…
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Hello from the Other Side..
Hello from the Other Side, It’s your mother. Yes, I finally get a turn. I had to wrestle this letter out of your father’s hands, he’s been hogging the afterlife stationery like it’s toilet paper in a snowstorm. He and a few of the boys have reorganized poker night for the third time this week.…
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Family, Ghosting and the Art of Folding ‘Em
Hey kid, Figured it was about time I checked in again. I don’t say much up here, old habits die hard, apparently. But I’ve been watching. And thinking. There’s a lot of quiet in the afterlife. Gives a man time to reflect on the things he said, the things he didn’t and the things he…
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A Word from Granny Frass…
Well now, look who finally sat still long enough to hear from their old granny. I’ve been meaning to send a message down but between teaching the angels how to compost and replanting the rose beds by the Pearly Gates – they were a mess, bless them – I’ve had my hands full. You’d think…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 