Just ten days before my 12th birthday I asked my mother if there was anything left of Stephen's that I could have because when his possessions got divided among the family members, I didn't get very much.  She apologized to me and told me that she was sorry, there was not really anything left that she knew about, but she did go and take one more look through just to see.  Several days later, she got a call from an elderly woman who lived across town that was a member of our church.  She said to my mother "Marie, I believe I received a message from your son.  He says that he is doing fine and that he is with you all often. He also said to "Give Sylvia the rocks."  She said, "I don't hear so well anymore, but I believed I received a message from your son."  No one in the family knew what this woman could be talking about. "What rocks?"  But my mother went down to the basement just to see if there was something she missed.  She looked everywhere and couldn't find a thing.  And then, just as she was about to give up, she looked across the room and saw a paper bag she had not seen before. She looked inside the bag and sure enough, there were fossils that my brother collected on one of his cross-country journeys.

Only he knew they existed. This was my brother's twelfth birthday present to me.  This event had profound repercussions on my perception of reality.  I had proof that my brother was there. And he could reach out to us across the veil.  

There is no way that this woman could have ever known that those rocks were there.  We did not know her that well and she had never been in our basement before.  For me, this was powerful evidence that more was at play than the realms of the seen. After that, I began my interest in the paranormal in earnest because I knew that there was more than this physical world.  My brother's death acted as a bridge or a gateway to my spiritual awakening and my psychic awakening.  This was part of the gift of his death.  

Too often we only see the dark lining when there is tragedy. It is harder to see the light behind the clouds.  I see very clearly that his death and his communication with me after death was a doorway and a gift to me and my family members who were open to experience and receive the gift of awakened awareness of multi dimensional reality.

Sylvia Brallier
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