My evidence that the souls of the dead continues to live on after death…


Today marks one year since my dad passed away and November 4th will be two years since my mom passed away.  Both departed this life within a year of each other and I will never forget my father’s words after my mom’s funeral when he said, “I will not stay here much longer.  I have nothing to live for.  I have no purpose here.”  Though I connect with both of them in the spirit world through my dreams, we all still miss them in this physical world.  Parents add a deep grounding to our lives and there is sense of identity tied to them which I really miss.

That night, on November 1st, when he passed away, I was in Ottawa, just about getting in my car,  when my sister called to say that he was he was in  a coma. It was about 9p.m.  After the conversation with her, a movement in the sky drew my attention upward.  Right in front me were two angel shaped figures dancing and flirting with each other.  The feminine one was a bit higher up and it looked like she was pulling the male figure to come and join her.  At first, I thought it was my imagination and I closed my eyes.  I re-opened  my eyes and the two figures were still dancing in the sky.  Suddenly, it dawned on me that it was my parent’s soul.  The female figure was my mom’s soul, calling my dad home to her.  The male figure was my dad and he seemed to be still a bit reluctant.  At that time, my dad was in the comma and I knew then that his soul was departing this life.  As soon as I concluded that it was the two of them, both the figures disappeared.  I got into my car and drove home.  My dad crossed over about 11:00p.m that night.

The blog below is one which I posted earlier this year  about the events leading up to his death.


“I had a bad dream last night” my dad told our neighbour the morning he was admitted to the hospital for a simple surgery. “In the dream, I was trying to push a drum of water over but the drum wouldn’t budge no matter how hard I tried. This is not a good dream.”

After the surgery, he got into a coma and died two days later. In retrospect, I believe that his dream was a sign alerting him to the fact that he would be fighting for his life and would lose the battle. It represented the struggle he faced while he was in a coma, trying to say something but just could not get the words out. Based on several other small changes he made before leaving the house, such as leaving a new candle on the candle stand, arranging all his clothes neatly in the closet etc., I have a feeling that he intuitively knew that that was not going to come back home. But how can one boldly say such a thing?

Do we know when we are going to die?

Prior to his death, I had a series of dreams which alerted me to expect his death and I tuned in to them quite quickly. For several weeks I dreamt of lots of food, cake and celebration, which are symbols I have come to associated with death. I dreamt of him looking younger and driving a car in several dreams (very similar to dreams I had of my mom driving a car weeks before she died). However, there were two compelling dreams that remained vivid in my mind and which has affirmed for me that there is a world beyond this physical space we occupy.

About five weeks before his death, I dreamt that his deceased brother-in-law, Gaston, knocked on the door of my dad’s house and said to me, “Go and call your father for me. I am here to get him… and when you come with him, bring a bottle of rum for us to celebrate.”

In the dream, I got my dad and brought him to Uncle Gaston, with a bottle of rum.

When I woke up, I pondered over this dream. I had heard from my mom (who was a dreamer too), that when the dead appears in your dreams to get the living, it is a sign that they will die. It was this dream that pushed me to visit him a week later, when I found out that he was sick. I shared this dream with him and he cocked his head to a side, in deep thought. We never spoke about the dream again but he was very pensive throughout my visit.

Are the deceased alive somewhere and are still connected with us? Why would they appear to some of us and not everyone?

During my two weeks with him, I felt the need to be of service. For each small task I did for him, I did it with all the love and gratitude my heart could feel. My intuition told me that these two weeks would be all the time I would have left with him and I heeded to this message. After my two-week visit, we held each other and both sobbed. I knew it would be the last time I would see him alive and I felt that we both understood this. We said goodbye to each other.

As soon as I returned to Canada, I dreamt that a colleague pulled out one of my molars which disintegrated in the palm of my hands. I woke up and again reflected on what I had heard from my mom – that when you dream of a molar being pulled out, it means that one of your parents will die. Prior to her death, I dreamt that I pulled out one of my molars as well. Again, I pondered over the dream and shared it with a few friends who all tried to comfort me by telling me not to take the dream seriously. But there was a knot in my stomach and the gut feeling that he would die. Yet, even knowing this information at an intuitive level is difficult to explain to others because dreams are open to such different interpretations and who are we to predict the future anyway?

My dad passed away a week later. One of my sisters mentioned that she too had a dream where our deceased Uncle Tony came to look for my dad but my dad was afraid to go with him. In the dream, she said that he was in a cardboard box at the bottom on a flight of stairs and was afraid to get out of the box to climb the stairs. Other family members and friends dreamt of lots of food and cake – signs that they have associated with death.

Looking back on on the big and small signs leading to the deaths of several people I have known, I realize that even when the signs stare at me in the face and are so direct, I still hesitate to acknowledge the message in many cases.

Why do I suppress my gift for dreaming and my intuition? Until now, I thought that I am not important enough to have such as gift. I have no formal training or education in this matter except tons and tons of experience and anecdotes which I am now more readily open to accept as an important part of who I am. I am more open to embrace those gifts and not treat them as something to be skeptical or try to get approval from others or try to prove it to the logical mind. We are conditioned to think logically (which is also important) but I believe that we are slowly losing our natural instinct to listen to our intuition and dreams to guide our life paths or to give insights about things in our lives.

Are you a dreamer too?

Do share with me your experiences with your dreams.

TuneIn to your intuitive abilities and StepUp to decode what you feel and what you dream about. This knowledge has the power to lead you to a beautiful mystical path where your understanding of life flows with a knowingness that all things are as they should be.



Author: Mags

Live this moment, as if it were your last moment. Live with purpose and die happily exhausted knowing that you used every bit of your talent to serve life fully. Live your soul mission - the universe will conspire with you to move you from vision to mission.

5 thoughts on “My evidence that the souls of the dead continues to live on after death…”

  1. Thanks for sharing…I’d like to see you whenever you have some free time….simply because you are so different….listening to your instincts….that sounds so innocent.


    1. Thanks Bilqees. I personally believe that part of our difficulties navigating through life now, is because we have lost this innocence and instinct which is naturally there is protect us. I will inbox you with some potential dates…. Thanks so much! xxx Magdalene


  2. Thank you for sharing. I do believe in our instinct. If I can share a dream I had when I was pregnant with my first born. I dreamt I had a baby boy and I had nothing for him. I did not read the message my dream was telling me that I was going to have a early baby 7 weeks early and I had not bought anything for him. It all came back to me when I called my mom on the pay phone in hospital if she could send me some cloths for my baby.
    Also my brother died about 20years ago now and sadly I was not with him when he passed but my mom was. When he passed I dreamt a few weeks later that I was standing in a party as there was a lot of people and a man was holding my brother in his arms and as he carried him pass me my brother just smiled at me. When I woke up the next day I really felt at peace as I know he was in no pain and I should stop worrying about him now he’s ok.


    1. Thank you so much for sharing those dreams – this is quite powerful. Sometimes, I think that because we are not trained/conditioned in understanding dreams, we don’t attach much significant to them. However, the more we pay attention, the more we get meaning from them.
      I want to get more dream experiences from other – if you can share more, I would greatly appreciate it. Thank again for sharing.


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