Journey to the Afterlife: Comforting Messages & Lessons from Loved Ones in Spirit

224 Pages·2018·1.56 MB·English

by  Kristy Robinett

Llewellyn Publications
Woodbury, Minnesota
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Title: Journey to the afterlife : comforting messages & lessons from
loved ones in spirit / Kristy Robinett.
Description: First edition. | Woodbury, Minnesota : Llewellyn
Publications, 2018. | Includes bibliographical references.
Identifiers: LCCN 2018014969 (print) | LCCN 2018022406 (ebook) |
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Subjects: LCSH: Future life. | Spiritualism.
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Dedication
To all of those on the other side who trusted in me to share their experiences in
heaven, hell, and in between.
Contents
Acknowledgments
Disclaimer
Introduction
Part One: Heaven
Chapter One: Children and the Afterlife Chapter
Two: Terminated Souls Chapter Three: The Ache of the Past Chapter Four: On
Heaven’s Timeline Chapter Five: Believing Chapter Six: Together We’ll Find
Heaven Chapter Seven: Heaven Here, Heaven There, Heaven Everywhere
Part Two: Hell
Chapter Eight: Old Souls and New Souls Chapter Nine:
They’ll Find You Chapter Ten: No Visiting Hours Chapter Eleven: What the
Hell Chapter Twelve: In Between Chapter Thirteen: Suicide and the Other Side
Chapter Fourteen: A Ghost of a Reading Chapter Fifteen: The Surrender Chapter
Sixteen: With Heaven’s Help Chapter Seventeen: A Vintage Find Conclusion
Appendix: Ways to Cleanse the Energy References
Acknowledgments
Since I could first start reading, books were my best friend, my escape, my
excuse to cry, my outlet to laugh, love, and find adventure. I picked up a pen
early on and began writing poetry and short stories, hardly sharing them except
for a few assignments in English class. I have a learning disability similar to
dyslexia. Instead of flipping letters around, I flip sentence syntax. In my mind I
see it in the correct manner, but on paper or screen it reads like Yoda. It wasn’t
classified as a learning disability until I was in college. When teachers would ask
or assign a paper on what I wanted to be when I grew up, I rarely hesitated to tell
them I wanted to be an author. It was often met with criticism and an offer of
another career direction. I was, however, determined to write no matter what,
and so I wrote. I wrote for magazines and blogs and became a content writer for
webpages. My gratitude goes out to Llewellyn for taking a chance on me, and
Amy Glaser, who inspires me daily to reach for my dreams and who believes in
me even after I have read, reread, and then read what I wrote out loud, only for it
to still be Yoda-like and need to be corrected. And also to Brian R. Erdrich for
helping to catch my mistakes, suggesting edits, and making me feel like a real
author.
To the continued support and unconditional love of my husband, Chuck
Robinett, and my children, Micaela Even Kempf, Connor Even, Cora Kutnick,
and Molly Robinett.
To my dad, Ron Schiller, who keeps me laughing even whenfrustrated, and my
mom-in-law, Mary Lou, who always has a story to tell and wisdom to give.
Love to my brother, Duane Schiller, and my sister, Cheri Ford, for dad-sitting
when I have to go out of town.
Several years back a couple came to a library event I was presenting in. My
husband and I met up with them afterward and they’ve been our best friends
since. Mikey and Marjanna McClain, our travel buddies, who so lovingly help us
with events, late-night laughs, and constant adventures—I can only hope we
have decades of more fun.
To Mary Byberg, my assistant and friend who’s so patient with my clients and
most of all with me.
To my best friends and confidantes: Gayle Buchan, Donna Shorkey, and Jenni
Licata. Thank you to Colleen Kwiecinski and her mad Cooper sitting skills.
Courtney Sieira for being the best hair counselor around. To Jan Tomes, Kathy
Curatolo, and Ryan Sparks for their friendship and help with events. SUP.
And finally, I thank the thousands of clients and their loved ones on the other
side who have touched my life more than I could ever eloquently communicate.
For their stories and the connections that never get old. Everyday I’m grateful
and feel blessed.
Disclaimer
Although the stories are real-life occurrences, some names and identifying
details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.
Introduction
Since I was three years old I’ve had spirits visiting me, telling me their life and
death stories, woes and celebrations. As much as I tried to shut down the afterlife
lines, the connection was never broken. Now that I’m in my, well, let’s just say
forty-somethings, that line of spirits continues. When I was younger I would
throw the blankets over my head and wish them away, but today I listen to them.
The line resembles the DMV on most nights, and there are times I’m
overwhelmed and overly exhausted with life, then come home and have to deal
with the afterlife too. After resisting my calling for years, I embraced it and
became a spiritual counselor to the living, along with the dead. To be honest,
there are times I find the dead more fascinating.
I don’t have the ability to channel like Whoopi Goldberg from the movie
Ghost. To me that’s just creepy, plus I’m too much of a control freak to allow a
spirit snatcher to do a takeover. I actually see spirits as if they are flesh and
blood, standing right in front of me, the way they were before their physical
body died. I communicate with spirits, typically telepathically, and I feel their
emotions and the physical pain they felt in life. For the longest time I felt cursed
being able to see, hear, and feel that which was beyond my own senses.
Fifteen years ago I decided to stop drinking the negativity and considered the
connections as a blessing instead. I like to take a glass-half-full approach, and I
am thankful that I didn’t get the “blessing” where my face distorts and I start to
talk in tongues. I’m comfortable with admitting I’m a scaredy-cat. If the spirits
looked like anything Hollywood depicts as ghosts or spirits, I would more than
likely not have embraced my gift at all. Seriously, I’m the girl who has to keep a
nightlight on in her bedroom, to the dismay of my husband, and although I lead
paranormal investigations in the scariest of places, I have my flashlight and sage
ready in case anyone jumps out at me. Just a side note on that: I’m sensible and I
know that neither the flashlight nor the sage will help me, but it’s my security
blanket anyhow.