In my dreams you re-appear and re-appear. Sometimes just bits of memory: you reading me The Wind In the Willows when I was six or giving me The White Album by The Beatles for Christmas when I was eight.

But there was also a Spiritual Dream on repeat just before you came to me. In this dream you walk down a beach that stretches forever. There are colourful starfish everywhere pulsating with energy. Near the water my Father bursts into pale blue light that becomes absolutely everything…

Did you get a download from me too, Dad? Or, as Spirit, do you just know it all anyway?

——-Do you know how much I love you? How much you have been missed?

——-How much I enjoyed listening to stories of Atlas and Medusa and Athena as bedtime stories (Classics: part of your major at Oxford).

——-How I thought you were the greatest when I was six because you could draw Mickey Mouse!

——-How much I enjoyed sitting at your piano with you exploring chord arrangements in my 30s and 40s.

But, of course, you know Dad. You transmitted to me you are in that place where everything is known. And it doesn’t even matter if everyday life makes me forget aspects of our Spirit meeting. I am permanently changed.

Well, I am not sure how well the experience communicates to paper? As I said in part one: this encounter with my Father’s Spirit was completely overwhelming and beyond words…yet, I desperately wanted to make a record of some sort out of it.

Looking at it with over a year and a half’s distance, it feels like I caught a very, very small part of it: but words are just so tiny compared with the experience I underwent. Hey, anyone who knows a little Astronomy can tell you even facts about the known Universe are enough to blow our little human minds! For instance, light travels at approximately 186,000+ miles per second yet it takes the light from the nearest Star over 4 1/2 years (!) to reach us. The largest Star yet discovered is so VAST that it would take our fastest airplanes over 7,000+ years to travel around it (suspending our disbelief about melting airplanes and pilots who wouldn’t survive 7,000+ years!). —Dad was larger than this…

I was not a believer in any afterlife until the encounter with my Father’s Spirit. His afterlife has music of a celestial kind (he communicated he loves this as he loved music while existing as a man on Earth).

His form is now infinite energy. He is everything and nothing. He is a collection of infinite opposites in total harmony. There are many, many Spirits out there: I believe we might not ever comprehend/understand them (until we are re-united with Source!).

I miss you, Dad. I wish I had one more day with you here on Earth: being with your grey-haired human form exploring chords on your grand piano. Or me getting to be that eight year old boy at Christmas time in 1975: you giving me the White Album and letting me absolutely crank your stereo! You were a good sport Dad. Now you are infinite energy. Thanks for stopping by and blowing my mind as Spirit!