Adam’s Last Gift: The Universe in a Box
Adam’s 9th angelversary is coming up later this month. In this photo, one of the last ever taken of him, he was holding his last gift to Greg and me. Adam was so excited when he presented the beautiful package. He had wrapped it himself, then wrapped himself to match.
Taking a seat beside me on the living room floor, he challenged, “You’ll never guess what’s inside!”
“What is it,” I queried, “The universe in a box?”
I thought Adam’s eyes would pop out of his head.
He leaped up, grabbed the package, and dropped it in my lap.
“Tear that mother-fucker open and read it!”
Inside the box was a projector that would turn our bedroom ceiling into a celestial wonderland. Outside the box, were the words, “The Universe in a Box.”
Unbeknownst to me at the time, I had just passed an exam I’d been preparing for all of my life.
The telepathic exchange that occurred between mother and son that day was a moment outside of time I continue to revisit. Ever since the car accident that claimed Adam’s life a few weeks later, it has been my only means of direct communication with Adam. As extraordinary as it seems, our means of communication is no less real than any other means of communication. It’s so much more subtle, like the whisper of a whisper, which is why you can only hear it in the stillness.
Our departed loved ones are still here.
If you feel as though you have “lost” someone, go into the stillness and wait for your loved one to say hello. Pay attention to songs on the radio. Notice the sights and sounds and smells around you that remind you of your loved one and be willing to believe. When that special moment occurs, when you hear the song, when you see the bird, when you find the feather, don’t take that gift away by entertaining the doubt others will surely seek to instill.
Nine years later, lying beneath Adam’s laser stars is my ticket to a state of pure wonder, one of the highest vibrations on Earth. As my consciousness reaches ever higher, I release any limitations that tether me to this world, allowing myself to experience whatever comes. Adam and I have traveled to places I could never have imagined.
Between December 12th and 21st of 2019, Adam shared a great deal of very complicated information. I was standing before my whiteboard, purple pen in hand, as Adam explained the difference between spacetime and timespace when my attention was drawn to the title of my book at the top of the whiteboard. I had known I would call it, “Adam’s Gift,” the instant I knew I would write it.
Adam challenged me to a riddle:
“What’s another name for gift?”
Present.
“What’s another name for present?”
Here.
“Right answer! Adam’s HERE!”
Yes, he is.🤣
Happy New Year!
May 20/20 be the Year of the Visionary, one who sees far enough into the future to see that there is no time; and no place other than here to manifest Heaven on Earth.
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