I wish to reconcile with my only brother!
I wish my children would understand what is important for their Dad and their Mom.
I wish every day I could make all the wrongs into rights, the hatred into love, and all the resentments be forgiven.
I wish I could go one more time to see the village of my grandma’s home in the Alps where her childhood home is still there among the ruins, the church in her village where one year I could share holy wine, the place where she tended the sheep and the cows. She had to work hard to pay for her room and board. She came from an orphanage in Lyon, and then she was adopted and received much love.
I wish I could visit my son and be there for him in Brazil and my son could be there for me.
I wish my daughter had time to take me across America, the land that I love.
I wish to put my life in order and prepare for my next mission, serving and blessing people in my next life above!
I wish for the time where people are an extended family caring for each other in true love, where no one is lonely, and each one invited to the table to be loved and served.
It is the time where we put every wrong into right, the time where Holy Mother Han has been opening wide the gates of Heaven.
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The Gates of Heaven Cracked Open:
A spiritual trip to Belvedere on waking up
Belvedere, where the four-leaf clovers grow
Where my Father spoke
Reviving the dead people
Making them whole
And holy
Dreaming of the new world
To come.
With the word
We were revived,
Every Sunday,
At the break of dawn
Words
Never heard before.
They pierced our soul
With light
And love
And truth.
Words never heard
So deep
The place where God came
To meet the True Parents
And us.
Today
After it seemed centuries of our life
Those who followed The True Father
And the True Mother
Came to Belvedere to finally crack open
The GATES OF HEAVEN
Those are my brothers and sisters
With their spiritual powers
And loving thoughts
Beyond this world
Pushing together the impossible dream of our life,
The Gates of Heaven cracked open.
Your friend, Elisabeth Seidel
Hello…from Heaven
November is All Saints’ Day. It is also Thanksgiving.
My husband passed on the 19th of November 2016. I realized this year that the 19th of November was also my name day. We celebrate Saint Elizabeth on November 19th. My mom never missed calling me on that day to remind me of Saint Elizabeth’s day.
My mom also said I married a saint, which means she thought Dietrich was a saint.
This year I got a “Hello” …from Heaven.
True love can travel everywhere. It is the most powerful and healing force, and this true love can never be broken. It is the bond that links us to our family, our lineage. Belief that we continue our life in the spirit world is now more prominent that before. Every time we connect with a loved one in that other realm, we are making bridges between the two worlds.
It is a new union where we communicate with mental telepathy, and a highly tuned intuition, receiving information and guidance through our psychic senses, and we become an antenna with receptivity. Energy of thought travels fast. You hear things you are not supposed to hear, but maybe you are; things you do not hear usually. I also communicate with my husband through feelings.
The universal life force, which I could translate as God’s energy and love for His children, is present everywhere, and sometimes more so in special places on earth like for example the vortexes in Sedona, Arizona, in the Italian Alps near Torino and my mountain hometown in Saint Jean. In the Celtic tradition they are called “thin places” where the veil between this world and the next has been lifted; where the door between our world and the next has been opened.
Sometimes between the state of sleeping and awakening, I can get a message from the other side.
Close to the anniversary of my husband’s passing, I was awakened by hearing a song in my mind “Hello Darlin!” and then the sentence popped up “Hello…from Heaven.”
I then continued about my day.
Happy Thanksgiving to all, and happy All Saints’ Day.
Your friend, Elisabeth Seidel
Signs from Above
In the early morning, going for my usual walk after some spiritual reading, and conversing, reporting to my husband Dietrich on the one-way phone calls, if I am attentive there is always a greeting, a sign coming from a tree, or the radio, or a word in my heart mind.
Today, my eye caught sight of a beautiful red bird in a bush. A feeling of love and beauty swelled in my heart, a most special greeting, a lovely hello, a sight from beyond the veil.
I came back home and there was a magazine open at a picture of a bright red bird, a cardinal, with the words “Messenger from Heaven.”
The page also had the words, “A gentle reminder that we’re never far apart, my spirit will live on forever there within your heart.” And in my mind, I remembered the words of the song, “And when the time comes, I will be there to meet you and welcome you home.”
This reminded me of the time Dietrich found a penny on our morning walk. I told him to keep it; put it in full view on the small table. The penny reminds me of God and the emblem of America.
Some days the dark is stronger than the light. Still we keep going, keep moving. At that time after a tearful morning prayer, I went for a walk. Suddenly a white truck appeared. On its side was the name of the company, and underneath were the words, “In God We Trust.” Definitely God was talking to me: “Trust Me,” I will protect you.
Dietrich F. Seidel 