My condolences. Remember to take care of yourself. That might be your best gift to her. One of them.
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Thank You. 
Yes, I am taking care of myself and I will also improve my life, in time.
But, I still miss my mom, and Idk when will it not hurt thinking about her…
Seeing the house so empty, I just miss her…
And this whole process proves very difficult for me.
Overall, I’m okyish though…
TY.
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It’s 00:10 a. m. and I heard noises in my room…
Like small footsteps or in this case it was rather the noise the floor makes when you step on it gently (like you don’t step with full force)
I’m scared to ask anything.
Lol.
Hope it is mom, yet Idk, and…
This is strange, and I’m just easily freaked out by paranormal stuff.
Before it was in the other room, in her room…
Right now it’s silence…
Looping Exorcism.
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Felt a chill on my forehead, like someone touching me, still feeling it…
It’s a chill.
This is strangely not so scary, perhaps it is her.
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Loved ones stick around for awhile usually, sometimes they are even given the opportunity to become “surrogate” or “extra” guardian angels for the ones still incarnated on Earth.
The Soul can stay attached and hanging around the body for days or weeks even, until the attachment is broken, or falls away naturally.
Every individual’s case is different, but my experiences and knowledge fall in line with much of what has already been presented to you, so I likely don’t need to elaborate further.
Still, yes, be aware that her concern for you and your brother will likely be at the forefront of your Mother’s consciousness once she gets her bearings and realizes she is not subject to the pain of the physical anymore.
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That separation that we “perceive” is very fine/thin at this stage and She is still very close to you. Basically still there, just with a bit of “gauze-like curtain” between you.
Over time the distance can widen as she progresses and you adjust more to living life in your own perceived isolation. Provided that neither of you is specifically choosing to stick around the other one.
Either way, once family that has moved on begins learning and growing on the other side, they still return for visits often. In my experience.
Time passes very differently there too, there are MANY…infinite spheres and realms and usually souls are magnetized to those powers and places they formed connections with while on Earth, but not always. Again, it’s complex, don’t stress it, just be at peace knowing there is no “real” separation. 
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Hey man, I saw these messages in my email notification
Just wanted to chime in as well and say there’s nothing to worry about
Nothing to fear man, nothing bad will happen
Its her man, she loves you and she embraces you as always
I’ll be staying up to date man, I’ll know your reply and all, just sometimes when the message is too long the email doesn’t display it all…
Heading back offline bro
Love you George
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Thank You.
Should I encourage her to go the highest light?
What is your view and knowledge?
Also, regarding lights and afterlife, this is my concern:
According to some research done, regarding the afterlife, using regressive hypnosis, there appear certain entities which present themselves as Jesus, Buddha, God, A light, etc., but they are trickster, wishing to bring the soul to reincarnate, at least that’s the jist of such data (still, there are ways to find out that if they are liars, through touching their spiritual DNA, and thry reveal a different form than what they presented themselves at first…).
Still, such data in no way represent a definitive answer to the problem of what happens after death, since the data is basically polluted, according to some hypnotists themselves.
It only indicates possibilities, it does not reveal absolutes.
Still, that is enough to have me worry…
OK.
I’m telling her to go the light?
But why?
What is that light?
The highest light sounds promising, but even then, shouldn’t a soul have an inner compass?
Why tell them where to go, what to do?
On the other hand, this clearly show a lack of faith in the inner workings of the universe/existence on my part, but I’m just prudent, I can’t send my mom into the Unknown, without any clear guarantees…
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Very interesting information, I didn’t know this.
Thank You.
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Thank You, Bro.
I don’t feel bad after that presence got close to me, nor feel ill intentions, it must be her.
Plus 8 felt a sort of comfort.
It really indicates that it’s her.
Thank You for the comment.
Love You, Brother.
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OK.
I’m scared. I think I saw her face appearing in the air, in the other room…
Bro, this is freaky.
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Bah! These “trickster entities” are like people wearing celebrity masks here in the physical, not many would believe they are the real thing.
BUT you really don’t have to worry, just use angelic intercession and ask Michael to guide her, Michael is awesome, I cannot offer high enough praise for him.
OR any of the NFT’s that connect to deities can also be sure the “RIGHT” one is reached. But on that same vein, there is enough connection without any of this, that any of the genuine ones can be called upon and immediately false ones will dissipate.
There’s tons more detail that could be added, but listen Soulstar, you’re focusing on the wrong thing.
None of this is anything you should be concerned with. You mother is being taken care of with more help on both sides than many souls get in passing over. the fact that she can move objects is by itself indication of that. (I’ll explain another time)
YOU should just be focused on Gratitude that she is well and healthy and happy and doing so much better. TRUST Brother! It has great strength in the spiritual planes, that is why faith is so important, it may not seem like it does much here, but it lifts boulders on the other side. 
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I told you she’s being watched over. She’s truly protected (I read about your dreams), don’t let the dreams confuse you. They’re just illusions and coping mechanisms.
It’s as @TheHermit says. To clarify in my own words: Your mother is now being watched over and protected by almost a legion. That’s more than most souls receive.
Have faith!
P.S.: Regarding your question about “going into the light”… always to the “light of lights”! Nothing less.
I bless you
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Thank You.
I am beginning to worry less and trust the process, You, Amazing People, The Superb Sapienmed fields and other Aid and of course The Loving and Powerful Beings like St. Michael - and I gotta trust in My Mom as Well.
She brought me here lol, she ought to know her way back.
If she forgot, she ll be reminded.
Thank You.
Love You My Friends.
I felt tremendous peace after praying to Him to guide her.
He’s Amazing, St. Michael.
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Thank You, @Sarecha.
Muchas Gracias.
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May she rest in peace
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Thank You, Filip.
May she find all that is good for her, wherever she is.
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There was, well still is, a lake, near us, in the city, she would take me there, also, a few parks, which I remember as a child.
She also used to take me to my aunt, to see her and my uncle, my cousins.
I used to spend summers there, but, tbh, often it was because of my father drinking, and there she felt we were safe…
Usually, he would do just the usual scandal, but sometimes he would threaten us…
There, at my aunt’s, I had my first best friend, in that village, where we used to stay.
Man, back then I would use to play so much outside, until evening, sometimes up to nighttime.
I would often wake up my friend, as I would visit him in the morning; sometimes he would wake us up. 
His name is Gabriel (well, we used to call him a variant of that name).
Another relative, of my age, used to spend time with us, during our stay in that village.
My mom was feeling fine there, safe, I would say.
We even used to sleep outside, as there was a small barn, and we used to sleep on haystacks and some other sheets, I think.
Back home, she would cook for our family, all sorts of meals, all from our gardens (we had two, one bigger and a smaller garden), plus, we raised chicken and pigs too.
We had a mini farm 
(in the sense that we had all sorts of things you would expect to find in a Romanian village), with dogs and cats too.
Galon was the earliest dog I remember…
I forgot how he looked like.
He wasn’t a big dog, but not too small either.
Since I mentioned food, almost anything I ate as a child was homegrown, from peas, tomatoes, cabbage and grapes, to eggs and sausages and ham.
She used to do a lot of cooking, it was a hobby for her, she definitely loved cooking.
Even bread was homemade.
When I was a child we used to possess multiple terrains, near a forest, but we sold them, perhaps the first mistake (although there was a certain distance between our home and those lands we owned).
A not so perfect memory, kinda blurred, but still, an image which I have in my head, is my mom offering us food, and us sitting at the table, usually me and my bro, sometimes my mom and rarely my dad too, as he preferred eating alone.
My mom had 4 brothers and a sister.
She was born in the early 50s, so back then people often used to have bigger families.
Two of those brothers never married, and the house I live in now, was my grandma’s, then theirs, then my brother’s.
I grew up in a different house, not far from where I live now, but when I was ten years old, my mom left my father, and since then, we had other troubles and issues we went through.
That home was destroyed in the meantime, by the current owners, so now it only lives in my memories and perhaps some old pictures.
Speaking of pictures, they are old, low quality, most of them kept in some old crates and cabinets.
Perhaps I’ll upload a couple, but I cant promise anything.
First I’ll have to search for them, since I have not seen them in years…
Anyway…
My uncles used to visit us, every so often and they had a love hate relationship with my dad.
Well, they all enjoyed alcohol, that’s for sure, and good food too.
My mom felt like she was a second mother for them, since they didn’t have a family of their own.
The other two brothers had families, children, grandchildren…
One of my uncles was handicapped, not fully, just not in his right mind.
He suffered a sort of paralysis, if I remember correctly.
My mom used to love him and offer him all the food he would need.
He would even take objects from our house and sell them to rromas/gypsies, to get money for booze.
My father tolerated him, in fact he was merciful towards him.
Speaking of my father, my mom told me that he was the ideal man, before he started drinking.
He was tall, fit, sober and healthy back when he met my mom.
One of my finest memories with him is how he would carry me on his shoulders.
He had some very tender moments, sometimes…
Man, my childhood could have been perfect…
It was still quite good, overall.
My mom was the soul of the house, without her, there wouldn’t have been any gatherings.
She used to take care of so many things.
There are other memories, of course.
For example, I remember that I really enjoyed cartoons.
They were my fantasy, my escape from the real world.
My first cartoon, which Idk, maybe I have flashes of, as I was very little, was The Flintstones.
Later, I watched all sorts of cartoons, and Anime too, like Dragon Ball.
I remember that She bought me some Batman toys, and others too.
I didn’t dislike cars, I liked them too, but action figures were my favorites.
I didn’t have a lot of toys, but I was very happy with what I got.
I remember that toys were not cheap, and she would have to buy me only one at a time.
One of my early memories is Dallas, although I have only flashes in my mind, me running to tell my parents that Uncle Bobby appeared… 
Back then, everyone dreamt of the American dream, after the Revolution, poor Romanians dreamt of riches, land, capital.
Dallas was the ideal.
We also used to watch telenovelas, my mom, me and my dad too.
Somehow he got convinced to watch them, although he must have liked them, since Indian films, for example, he didn’t like.
On the other hand my mom did.
Probably that’s where I got my love for Indian songs and well, Indian cinema too.
My father was all Western.
Cowboys, shootings, action, he loved Western movies.
During the last 10-15 years or possibly more, Idk, my mom started watching Turkish dramas (TV shows, often spanning hundreds of episodes, sometimes less) , which to be honest are not bad at all, actually they can be phenomenal.
This one was one of the latest which we saw on tv, and I remembered that just a while ago, I started watching it from the beginning, on YouTube, and I found it be a good drama.
So, I’m going to watch it, from where I left…
The subtitles are kinda off, sometimes, but usually they are OK - it’s definitely watchable.
And one last memory which I will share:
Vinyl records…
My mom used to listen to Romanian romance, old style music and some other genres too, like folk music (local Romanian varieties).
She used to tell me stories of her childhood, about where she grew up, about her parents, brothers, memories which were all filled with nostalgia.
She also used to pray when I was a child.
We also went to two churches, one Catholic and one Orthodox.
She used to be Quite religious back then.
For now, this is it.
I hope she is having a healthy and fulfilled life, in the afterlife.
My dad too, all of them, I only wish them the best… 
My father died when I was 13.
He developed cancer.
A local told me that he said: “I used to have a family, a wife and a child, but I didn’t treasured them and now I don’t have anything…”…
My brother is older than me.
His dad died when he was 11 and my mom raised him alone, until years later, when she met my father.
I think my bro was like 16 back then.
He never loved my father, but he didn’t hate him either.
Also, when my mom got pregnant, my own grandmother told her to abort me, since she was 40 years old and with a history of surgeries and some health issues already.
She refused.
Later, my grandma started loving me (my mom told me that I used to laugh when she spoke with me and she started loving me, my grandma), but not for long, as she passed away not long after my birthday, some months after.
It was a shock for my mom, as my grandma used to give her strength, love, support.
Now, she found herself with a child, to raise, and she was kinda always afraid to not die, due to her health issues.
She already developed diabetes when I was a child and she had gallstones, by the time I was five years old.
We used to experience paranormal stuff in that old house, also my mom told me some stuff, which I might mention later.
My bro told me stuff too, even a cousin encountered strange things there…
How it started…
According to my mom.
Edit: my dad didn’t deny the story either…
My dad used to go with a woman, years before he met my mom, heck like 15 years before.
That woman told him that she is not fertile.
She lied.
She became pregnant and my dad, proud and angry, left her…
He didn’t want a child back then, and part of the reason he had a relationship with her was because she said that she was infertile.
He paid the child alimony, but didnt raise her.
That was my sister, Diana.
My mom told me that things were fine until Diana took some objects from our home.
Her mom dud some witchcraft, supposedly, and my dad started drinking uncontrollably…
That’s what my mom told me, that he wasn’t himself, after his daughter took some objects of his and my mom’s too.
In a last act of kindness, my mom received my dad in our apartment (after we sold our house, we got an apartment), so he could live his last days surrounded by his family…
He asked her for forgiveness.
She forgave him.
He didn’t want a priest, since he considered that the one he wronged was my mom.
Edit: the first special gift which I treasured above all else, which I received from my uncle (the husband of my mom’s sister), was a small puppy which we named Pamela.
Man, I loved that dog.
She was full of life and love.
This is the story of my mom, Ana, or rather a story, written by me, Gheorghe, her son.
Not a single part of what Ive written was fiction, nor exaggeration, however, it is all narrated from my memories and impressions, so it clearly doesn’t define her, plus it’s not her biography in any sense.
I might edit this post later, to add other details, but for now, this is it.
Thank You for reading this.
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oh thank you so much for this and sharing all of that i loved it and enjoyed it. truly.
and it was perfectly written, engaging, kept interesting and sweet. maybe you should write a book about your life and somewhere somehow “Ana” name must be in the tittle 
Please share more im invested now 
, would love to dig into each memory, like what food? share recipes, look for videos showing them or explain them lol (im that intense when immerse in life stories) what music? look for videos, nowadays we can find anything, also id love to know more about your Dad, it seems like alcohol twisted a person that was actually good at heart. he must have been really sad at the end of his life with a lot of regret, maybe this is a chance to forgive him, lets talk about his good traits too.
I think this could be a great process for you to let them go in peace while you remain in peace and rebuild your life taking the good things they did and gave you. thats what matters.
Also like this Australian tribe (i dont remember the name) they dont see death as most people, since they strongly believe time is no linear, for them when someone dies they say, their body just got sick in this life, but they are well and living in other timelines right now, so by feeding the memories of the good times, that is the timeline that grows stronger and persists in your reality, no more about her ilnesses or how much or long she suffered at the end, push those behinds as a time she was sick but was minimal like 2 months (you decide trust me) other than that she is thriving in every good memory, that would help you heal a lot since yourself from all those good times would keep sending waves of love, hope, fun, tranquility to this current timeline and so it could infuse your life with all Ana always gave you for ever.
Same your Dad, keep feeding the good, and itll keep growing with and transform your life.
To be continued right?
i look forward to reading more and watching more 
also remember the first 40 days are crucial to help her release this timeline, she is also doing the process and for a Mom the most important is to know that her children will be ok and that they are focused on the good and will continue growing and finding joy every day, but also to help her release it with warm and gratitude and with the conviction that this is merely a goodbye for now, but that once she trascends there will always be a pathway a silver lining to connect 
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Thank You Very Much for Reading.
To be honest, I don’t know if I want to continue writing about my mom, dad or about my family or childhood, but I might add a few things, and that’s it.
Edit: she always took care that I was happy, or tried to help me, during our struggles.
She took money from neighbors, but she would make sure that I was fed, clothed and happy. I even had more money than most kids, in high school.
It was all thanks to her.
At the end of high school, I had the most amazing suit, an Armani one, that was my mom’s gift for me.
She really wanted me to not feel the burden of our struggles, and, as a loving parent, she always had hopes for me that I will make something with my future…
It didn’t turn out how she had hoped, in fact it was the complete opposite, my life turned out to be a failure, at least judging from an economical and social point of view…
But the story is not over, and of course, I was an amazing son (well, I’ve had my huge share of mistakes, but I didn’t know better), despite all our struggles, my soul never abandoned hope.
Maybe I’ll add a YouTube recipe or something.
{Disclaimer: in this post, I mentioned some of our struggles, I viewed things from the lenses of failures, suffering, etc.; if You, the reader, don’t want to read this, then skip it}
She had notes about all sorts of recipes, a cookbook of sorts, but that is lost, alongside quite a few other things, as we moved since then (since I was ten) 3 times:
At a relative, before we bought something;
Then, due to my aunt’s plans for her family (she told us that they would help us, that we should simply buy an apartment and open a small shop, but when the time came, due to my mom already having a pension due to health issues, she had to renounce that, in order to open the shop, but she was afraid; anyway, the small family shop was started by our relatives, but somehow, when it came to signing the papers, my mom got convinced that it’s only a formality, and we got deceived, by our relatives, as they took over and only paid my mom for a short while, then denied her her own rightful income from the shop), we had dreams of having a small business of our own, and we almost had it…
My mom bought the apartment, my relatives took over, her own sister and nephew (as my aunts husband, my uncle was already dead) and another dark chapter started in our lives, in many ways darker than the first…
We never had true peace in that apartment, as I’ve seen my mom almost being depressive and always regretting the steps she took, steps which were meant to secure us, especially me, a safer and better future…
And finally, after years of living in that apartment, we finally sold it…
The neighborhood was quite low quality, nothing compared to how we used to live in our old home.
I never liked it, and my isolation started there, due to depression and other issues.
First I’ve seen my mom descend into depression and other issues, thanks to regretting selling the old home, regretting breaking up with dad, since we practically were in a worse situation, surrounded by relatives who were fake, who didn’t actually loved us, but used us…
And she trusted them, that was the worst part.
They were not completely evil, but to be honest, they were self centered, didn’t really care about us, and broke their promise/word to help my mom…
I’ve had a few friends there (while living in the apartment), too, even good friends, especially one of my best friends;
I didn’t mention but I’ve had quite a few friends back at our old (my first) home.
They would even eat at my home, and occasionally the other way.
They quite liked my mom’s cooking.
Anyway, in the last year of us staying there, she started dreaming of a house again, then, since she was so sure that we can make it, we sold the apartment, moved to my bros (temporarily, we thought) and bought some small property and started building a house…
I promised that I would help her with our new house, I promised that I would go work or do something, but I broke my promise too…
I was lazy, I didn’t want to hear about working and, health issues already made a comeback (after my father died, a year later, I had a memory loss, then a year later, meningitis; I barely escaped death ; then, I’ve had all sorts of health issues, including depression, digestive issues, some bladder issues, etc.) , so even if I wanted to, I don’t know if I could (there was a small windows of me getting better, that was around the time we sold the apartment and we moved to my brother’s),
And, due to my breathing issues, and feeling so weak, no energy, etc., plus other issues, like obesity and Hemorrhoids, well, we didn’t have any money, and we did the most terrible thing yet, we sold that new house we already built (it would have taken only a few more investments to be able to live there)…
Things went by, no one thought I would work, except my mom.
Very soon, the money were gone.
It was like we all lost our minds, our common sense.
Anyway, later I went to a healer, who helped me with my severe asthma, anxiety, allergies, constant severe fatigue, and other health issues.
But, it wasn’t free.
I even took a small loan back then, in the hopes that things would go smooth, at least from that point on.
I was 25 years old back then, and things looked promising.
I was looking so much better than before, without being overweight (I’ve had been skinny like once, for one two yeas, right before we sold our apartment; in fact, that was a thing ever since I was 13, gaining weight, losing weight… ; I’ve had girls visiting me at my home, when I looked good, wanting to have fun, either at our apartment or at my bro’s), and the prospect of me having my own family somewhere in the near future, seemed plausible.
Then, a few years later, came the pandemic, and me fearing for my health, due to having had quite the history, I quit my job.
I started working from home, but maybe I caught the virus or whatever, since I would cough like crazy…
And couldnt keep my job, it was a remote one, I was calling people, etc.
My health went down, significantly…
Then, having prayed to anyone I knew, desperate and searching for ways to get my health back, I finally found Sapien Medicine.
This was a few years ago.
Immediately my mom’s health worsened, due to her having so many issue, then due to her surgeries and all the pressure, I started eating, a lot…
I got obese, again.
Still, except that problem, my health isn’t bad, in fact I dropped my inhaler, and never took it since then.
My allergies are manageable.
I don’t feel weak (rarely I do, and then I use chakra work and fields and I’m back up, hours to a day, I’m mostly healed).
I already started losing weight, but this time, it seems to be slower than up to my early twenties.
Almost 7 years it took, I was finally over my obesity phase, I was fit, things started to look good…
You know the ending of the latest chapter…
Again, just a brief recollection of things, so the whole story is obviously more nuanced, more complex, but tbh I think I’ll only post about her favorite music, possibly a recipe or two, and I’m done.
This was dark, and I am not sure if it’s the right thing to even post this…
Yet,ill do it.
But never another post like this, or like the previous one.
At the most a picture and a phrase, a small context or anything else which I’ve mentioned, but keeping it brief.
Edit: I think that I’ve been having some self destructive programs, due to witnessing death threats as a child, and due to other issues.
I would make some progress, then back to ruining myself…
Traumatized and having deep seated fears, bad memories, I never fully healed, especially emotionally.
I’m still in the full process of doing it.
To fully heal myself, it seems to be a long term quest.
I definitely feel better, overall, than back in my teenage era or early 20s.
Back then, I even thought about suicide…
She was my greatest light.
Anyway, she tried her best, but she suffered too, a lot, in many ways, far worse than I did.
It is what it is.
It’s a new chapter in my life and I have to continue writing my story, although hopefully this time, more self aware and with more responsability than before…
I wish I did more, I wish I could, but maybe I was at my limits too.
Again, I accept, and I move on, I continue my journey.
Perhaps some revision techniques and others, perhaps chakra work, affirmations, deinitely daily fields, these are my tools, to which I have access to, and I think they are more than enough to bring light into my life, and hopefully help those departed too, to fully heal our bonds and our past too, in order for all of us, to continue our stories…
Thank You for Reading.
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