The only Guarantee with suicide is that there will always be more questions than answers. When someone tries to cut life short because they thought the problems they were experiencing were more than they could handle, because they felt as though nothing could save them, I simply say that isn’t true. There is always a way out, and on top of that there are also ways to never go down that road in the first place.

My advise is a combination of my own lessons learned and those realizations passed on to me by individuals who I have relayed messages for from the Other Side. They are the people who have lived the tragedies we are talking about and they always bring something to the conversation that is very revealing and in common with others like them. That “something” is actually a realization that they spent their lives focusing on themselves, on their flaws and the flaws of others rather than giving of themselves selflessly to someone else.

The art of giving selflessly is one of the most healing, preventing, soothing, God-minded acts of positiveness than any person can ever do in their lifetime. I am going to stop right here to say that if you have never given of yourself without ever expecting anything back, then shame on you. Take responsibility for yourself and your lack of positive selfless behavior and thank God that your not in a worse place in your life than you might be in now. It is excusable to not be nice on certain days, Lord knows I have them too, but it is absolutely disgraceful when out of some 20, 40, 85 years of life someone has never been selfless. Read More→

I woke up this morning to a phone call and email informing me that one of my dearest friends has tried to commit suicide.

I thought this could wait but I realize now that I am going to address something I originally thought I would discuss sometime later in my blogging life; suicide and living a selfless life.

I was twenty-four years old when my father who at the age of 47 took his own life with a rope on a foggy night in September. I remember sleeping calmly through the night without interruption from my spirit guide or any of the other interruptions that so commonly take place during my sleep. I woke up to a beautiful morning but being a little sore from my Rheumatoid arthritis, I decided to go outside and sit in the hot-tub for a while to try and loosen up my stiff body. After one cycle the jets stopped and the water laid still. I opened up my eyes intending to push the start button again, except when I opened my eyes I found myself peering into the water. It took me about 3 seconds to make out what I was seeing, the flesh on the back of my hands was completely rotten. My hands resembled those of a corpse, dead for many years underground. I knew instantly that something was wrong, very wrong and I needed to figure out what was going on. Read More→