Category Archives: Death

Night Falls Hard.

We seem to edge nearer to the edge of the edge…and a new beginning is dawning                         — Scott, Journal Continue Reading →

Denise Helps Me Cross the Bridge

We are together now remember that baby don't get into the idea like the Christians of waiting for glory after Continue Reading →

A Miracle Unfolds on Lincoln Road

Let me lead you you don't need to try you have earned me your guardian angel and I will take Continue Reading →

An Unexpected Visitor

Suddenly dropped into a free fall of pain and shock by the news of my friend’s dire situation, it was days before it occurred to me that the news carried ominous implications for my own health. In the late 80′s, in the figurative backwaters of Tallahassee, AIDS had seemed something far away, an awful, incomprehensible experience that happened only in distant places to other people.

Love Makes a Family

Tell Bruce again that I love him never stop doing that…It means a lot to me that you keep my friendships ongoing they are gifts that I have left for you

Scott, April 1996

Channeled Writing

A Late Night Dialogue with My Ghost

You’re right, love, please don’t waste any time worrying about keeping me from my soul’s journey. My destiny on the cosmic level is so tied in with yours. We came a long way in a fairly short time, didn’t we love? An eternity in six years? Dee was right, we’re getting better at it each time we go around. Please be assured, I am right where I need to be.

New York Tears

And death marches in on tiptoes… And a year of uphill climbing Crumbles in an instant… And the future careens Continue Reading →

“You Continue to Possess Me Even Now”

Despite the recurring dark anguish in my life, it seemed that as my path unfolded I was being given message after message, clue after miraculous clue, a key to every lock, just as I was ready to receive and to use them. I suppose spiritual awareness, like grief, is a process into which one must grow, sufficiently vast to require time for processing and for healing. A few weeks later, on a day

Always A Bridge To Connect The Gap – part One

And I hate to tell you this but I think you are going to meet somebody else.” Only weeks after Scott’s death, his love and loss my obsession, her words took me by surprise. “I really believe that he is in some way reaching you for this purpose,” she went on. “He’s the one that’s putting someone with you, so that you can go on. He’d be quite happy about it. You’ll never forget him. You’ll always hold him in your heart, but the love that you have to share he would like you to give to another, he really would. This is what he’s feeling. ‘Go on and then, when you meet, you’re not going to lose a thing, you’re not going to lose an ounce of that love.’”

A Little Help From My Friends

But everything was different now. I knew Scott was dead, yet also felt a strengthening sense that he was not gone. I longed for nothing more than the communication that was conceivably now so important to the both of us, and heard Daviea’s words with a new openness.