Do not stand
At my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

I never embraced the message of this poem in the past because I couldn’t understand the concept of going from a dense physical form, to such a dispersed, non tangible energetic form. As much as it’s still hard to fully grasp using my limited brain, it is becoming easier to accept. I know now my late husband is energy…spread out into everything, sharing the eternal space of Oneness. According to the laws of physics, we are all just quantum energy so that makes sense. Of course, if we are all sharing that same eternity, how could we all not be the wind, the snow, the rain, etc.? We are all that, existing in this Divine space of Love, whether densified as people, or if we drop off the body and spread out further and lighter than imaginable into that glorious, infinite space. How could that not be a beautiful gift of peace?!

I’ve read hundreds of personal, professionally-documented reports of those who died and came back into their lifeless bodies to continue their physical lives, (near-death experiences), and the concensus was …they felt compelled to come back and finish their work…but really didn’t want to leave that wondrous place we call “Heaven” or the “other side.”

Personally, I’m not in any hurry…I have a message to share right now as I finish my journey, but I’m no longer afraid of crossing over when the time comes. That’s the peace I wish to share in my new book which is released today! You Don’t Know Jack! How Antics from My Late Husband’s Spirit Give Undeniable Evidence of Afterlife.