“I am not here.
When I’m standing on the dark plane, I look down, and I’m always holding my daughter’s sweet little hand. And she’s looking up at me, smiling with love.
And with that spark of mischief.
Oh no, it’s gonna be one of those days.
I don’t know if I can do it.
Well, I think I’ll just keep crying. When the golden light coded and integrated with my heart, tears fell from my eyes.
When my hands were open, receiving, oh, no!
My fathomless dark guide, full of stars, gently touched my palm with a single fingertip.
Sharing, adding their essence to mingle with the golden light. Almost like reverse of the northern lights, but somehow more magical.
I feel it still. I feel blessed, cherished, loved.
Strengthened.”
– Stacey
