Afterlife Experience Part 1: Wendy has made contact
The reason I created this section is to bring more light to the conversation around the afterlife — something I never gave serious thought to until Wendy’s passing. It wasn’t until then that I came to truly believe there’s so much more to this reality than what we perceive through our five senses.
These days, I’ve noticed more and more people are beginning to open up to the metaphysical. It’s becoming harder to deny. Twenty years ago, if you spoke about energy, spirits, or the afterlife, people might have dismissed you as silly or delusional. Yet thousands of years ago, ancient civilizations across the globe spoke about these very things — and they did so with a striking sense of unity and clarity. Surely, there must be some deeper truth in that.
This curiosity and reverence for the metaphysical was actually one of the building blocks of my bond with Wendy. We would spend hours talking about energy, consciousness, past lives, aliens, soul contracts, and all things magical. We both knew — this wasn’t our first life together. We were old souls, meeting once again.
After Wendy passed, she wasted no time in showing me she was still around - just in a different form. Friends began having vivid dreams of her. Some saw her, some heard her voice. She showed up in the bedroom multiple times. It wasn’t just comforting… it was real.
One of the most unforgettable moments came just a few days after she passed. Around 3:30am, I woke up frozen in bed. I couldn’t move, but I was completely conscious. Then, I felt fingers lightly tickling the front of my neck — just like Wendy used to do when she was alive, and this was very much Wendy and how she would be, playful. I couldn’t help but laugh internally from the sensation, even though my body was still. In that moment, I imagined grabbing the hand with my energetic body — and I felt it. I could feel the exact size of her wrist in my grasp, just like hers.
Then, I heard her voice clear as day, right in my right ear:
“Ow, you’re hurting me.”
Immediately, the presence moved to my left side and sent a sharp electric-like shock — the kind you might feel with a TENS machine — directly between my 11th and 12th rib. I sat straight up in awe. Not fear, but excitement. I knew it was her.
It wasn’t just me. Around that same time, her cousin Tammy told me she was also suddenly awakened by Wendy’s voice calling out,
“Oh, Tammy!”
She described it like Wendy was surprised she could even hear her. That moment aligned with what we’ve come to understand - that Wendy has been trying to reach out to many of us, often without success when we’re fully awake. But sometimes, in that quiet space between sleep and wakefulness, we hear her.
These experiences, and many more, have been the threads that keep me connected to her - not just in memory, but in presence. I share them not to convince anyone of anything, but to remind us all that there is more. And maybe, just maybe, the ones we love never really leave. They’re right here… just on the other side of the veil.
