When I first thought of your father, I could picture a man who was down on his knees and crying, not out of sadness, but because of the happiness and joy he was feeling, knowing you understood what he was trying to do. I feel that HE is your guardian angel, or at least one of them. I, myself, know of three of mine, with Michael being the one who really runs things. I asked Michael to get in touch with your guardians and let them know that you’d like some messages that will let you know that you’re being loved.
As for getting in touch with your guardian(s), I suggest checking out my Guardians page for a quick orientation on how the contact works. As for you, personally, I think the following would work the best.
Grab a picture of your dad and set it on a rug-covered floor. Sit down in front of the picture and just look at it for a little while. Ask a few questions in your head. The moment you get what you think is a "loving" answer to any one of those questions, then you’re well on your way. I must tell you, this isn’t easy. It doesn’t happen all at once. I’ve been doing this sort of thing for 7 years and I’m still discovering new things all the time.
Through further contact with your dad, you will experience many things. I went through the same process with my grandfather. I never really communicated with him. I could just "sense" him. I could tell when he was praying for me and I could see him sometimes. However, I never actually conversed with him. Every time he showed up in my life, he would just be sitting or standing somewhere, and he would smile at me. He wasn’t the age he was when he died, either. He looked to be somewhere in his 30’s. Often times he would be standing next to my best friend’s father, who is also deceased. My friend and I would be playing cards, or playing basketball, and I could look off in the distance and see them standing there together, smiling at us. My friend’s dad would ALWAYS say, "Take care of my boy." And I understood why he was my best friend. Not just because I loved him, but because I was meant to be his best friend. Just like you were meant to be with your father’s family.
There are lots of things in the world that can’t be explained by science, but that definitely does not mean that those things can’t happen.
Love and Prayers, Shay
