Afterlife Kisses: Electrical Phenomena
In remembrance of my son, Whitner, who died 7 years ago on April 17, 2011, I want to share an unusual Afterlife Kiss that occurred on September 17th on the 17th month anniversary of his death. I woke up very early that morning and came into our kitchen to find the TV blaring with the song, “I am Alive.” The lyrics were, “suddenly came the dawn from the night, suddenly I was born. How can it be real? I’m alive, I’m alive....” A movie was playing. I had never seen it before, but on the screen there were round energy balls of different colors zooming around. When they stopped, they appeared as people, but more like a hologram. I stared at the television, mesmerized by this movie. I wondered what was the name so I clicked on the channel to see the name. “Rebirth” appeared at the bottom of the screen among what I was seeing, but as I read on “Rebirth” was about the aftermath of 911. This made no sense why the name and movie wouldn’t match up. As I began to think about what I was seeing, it occurred to me that what I was seeing on the TV was our Rebirth, what it looks like in our afterlife to be alive. We are energy and energy would take the form of a sphere. We are told we would have our own identity following death, so this hologram concept made sense, I supposed. I felt my son was showing me that he was very much alive and what the spiritual realm was like for the departed. Then, it gets stranger. I began searching all the channels to find the name of the movie on the screen. I could not find it playing on any of the channels. I recognized the female lead as Olivia Newton John, so I researched her movies. I discovered the movie, “Xanadu.” I found that Xanadu comes from the poem, “Kubla Kan,” by Samuel Coleridge written in 1799. What was more extraordinary was that Xanadu is a heavenly place where there is eternal love and happiness and has come to mean Heaven. This is the poem I am sharing this week which is not my own. Read these words about Xanadu and reflect on Heaven, our rebirth.
Let me add that this helped me understand this odd experience I was having of round orbs appearing on some of my photos. I researched this and found that orbs are supposedly the spiritual presence of our departed loved ones. Whitner appears as a green orb which is about a love of nature which fits him.
This is probably one of the most unusual electrical experiences I have had as the meaning was very profound and it gave me a new perception of what Heaven may be like.
Another experience I had occurred the month after my dear son Whitner’s death. I was in his room going through his clothes just wanting to touch them to feel close to him. It was also the smell that made me feel closer to him. It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. Suddenly, there was a electrical surge with a loud pop and all the lights went off. I smiled to myself and said out loud, "thank you, Whitner." The circuit breaker had been tripped, and I had to reset it, but it was only in this area of the house. There was no explanation for why this occurred on a beautiful day. For me, it was an Afterlife Kiss from my son.
There have been others with the TV being on when no one had left it on as in my Xanadu experience. Lights have also flickered at serendipitous times. Whitner had purchased a penny stock with his saved money called Star Performa. It did quite well. One evening after he died a couple of his friends were over, and we were discussing Whitner’s great stock purchase. Suddenly, the lights began flashing and we all laughed knowing Whitner was enjoying the accolades.
Below I am sharing the poem “Kubla Kan,” by Samuel Coleridge
Love and blessings,
Dr. Rhonda Milner
"The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.”
Zephaniah 3:17
"The Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace."
Numbers 6:25-26
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,"
Hebrews 12:1
Kubla Khan
BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
