Into the Next Room by Psychic Zoey

Published Date 10/22/2019
Category: Loss & Grieving



Our loved ones await us after death.

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The nature of life is that sometimes we experience the death of a loved one. Death, after all, is only a transition to another room. Our loved ones await us in that next room. 

Although we can certainly talk to those who have passed (by ourselves or sometimes through a medium), we sadly can no longer touch or hug them. Sometimes though, we do receive unique, undisputable messages from them. Consider the following:

Jamie had spent the previous November at a show displaying her artwork. John, her boyfriend had agreed to help her out that year. Unfortunately, Jamie had caught a virus from a traveling friend and was not in good shape to do the exhibit. Having spent lots of cash to display, she nevertheless attempted to do the show. On Friday, the day devoted to set-up, Jamie feeling weak could not get to the exhibit hall in time. John suggested he would get there early, saving her a space close to the building. The plan worked wonderfully as she arrived to a complete block of cars lining the outside of the vending hall. As she drove along, she soon spotted John’s car. Wonderful!

The next year, John had sadly passed away. Jamie was once again going to her show. As she approached the exhibit hall, she pondered the time and imagined she’d have to walk a long distance to get a close space. Nevertheless, she drove by the front of the hall which was lined with other exhibitor’s cars. Then in a flash, she turned, was that really an empty space??? She promptly backed up into the space. Unbelievably she put her head in her hands, thanked John, and cried.

To those who have lost a special somebody in their life I would sincerely love to pass along this timeless, poignant poem. Please hold your loved ones gently in your hearts, continue to know they are around you…

Death Is Nothing at All by Henry Scott-Holland 

Death is nothing at all. 
It does not count. 
I have only slipped away into the next room. 
Nothing has happened. 

Everything remains exactly as it was. 
I am I, and you are you, 
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. 
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name. 
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. 
Put no difference into your tone. 
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. 
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 

Life means all that it ever meant. 
It is the same as it ever was. 
There is absolute an unbroken continuity. 
What is this death but a negligible accident? 

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? 
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, 
somewhere very near, 
just ‘round the corner. 

All is well. 
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. 
One brief moment and all will be as it was before. 
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! 
 

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