Category: Messages From Beyond
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What Matters In The End.
Messages from Beyond: What Matters In The End Hello again from The Other Side, It’s me. Yes, still dead. Still watching. And no, I haven’t learned to play the harp yet, turns out, it’s a lot harder than it looks. I did, however, manage to organize a heavenly happy hour and let me tell you,…
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A Note from the Universe..
Hey you. Yeah, you, the one with the wild heart, the messy hair and the soul that refuses to sit quietly. Thought I’d drop in for a quick note, since it seems you’ve been overthinking again. (Yes, I’m talking about that thing you won’t stop replaying in your head. Spoiler alert: it’ll work itself out…
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Granny Frass’s Garden of Wisdom..
(and Other Things My Siblings Ignored) Before we get too carried away with messages from beyond and the shady shenanigans of my dearly departed father, it’s only right that I introduce you to the true matriarch of our family – the woman who raised me, kept the whole circus running and managed to do it…
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Things Left Unsaid…
Dear Earthlings, It’s me again – your dearly departed Dad, sending dispatches from the afterlife, where the tae is still weak, the clouds squeak when you walk on them and the WiFi is so bad it makes dial-up look like fiber optic. I thought I’d drop in today to talk about the stuff you didn’t…
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The Eternal Lost and Found…
Dear Earthlings, It’s me again. Yes, I’m still dead. Yes, the tae is still terrible. And no, Cher has not made an appearance yet, despite what the rumors say. Today, I stumbled into one of the lesser-known corners of the afterlife: The Eternal Lost and Found. It’s basically a giant celestial warehouse where every sock,…
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Things I Wish I’d Said When I Was Still Around
You know, when you get to the other side – or wherever this is – you start thinking about all the things you never said. All the times you bit your tongue, shrugged or figured, Eh, they know how I feel. Turns out, sometimes they don’t. I wasn’t much for big speeches. Never had much…
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From Beyond: Clean Out Your Damn Junk Drawer
Have you ever have one of those moments where you’re just minding your business, rummaging around your kitchen for a container to store leftovers and you suddenly hear your mother’s voice in your head? Not in a sentimental, misty-eyed kind of way. No, no – I mean in that classic Mom Tone, equal parts judgment…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 