On June 26 my father would have been 100 years old. When you think about 100 years ago World War One was coming to an end. What a different world it was then today.
He was born into poverty in a small town in Tennessee in 1918. His parents were Cherokee and had come from Oklahoma when they were children. My father had two younger brothers and a sister. His father disappeared by the time he was six years old. At that point his mother told him to take his brothers and sister and find a way to survive. He took care of his siblings by working on farms and they would sleep in barns. He never went to school because all he did was work. He was not above any work. When he became a teenager he was able to purchase a small amount of land and start his own farm.
He enlisted in the army at the start of World War II and discovered there was a whole world outside of Tennessee. He was stationed in the South Pacific and he fought many different battles against the Japanese. The last battle killed his entire platoon and critically wounded him. He played dead until the next platoon came in and rescued him. They did not think he would live six months because of his injuries. He left the army with a Purple Heart and as a sergeant. He then returned to Tennessee. The army had given him a thirst for the world as well as providing him the education to read. He was offered training and started learning engineering.
He began dating my mother and they married in 1950. He was offered a position working in aerospace manufacturing in Chicago and together they left and within a year I was born.
My father’s intelligence landed him a top position in Los Angeles California manufacturing aerospace bolts. My parents relocated. He became a master in the field of aerospace fasteners. He worked two jobs a day knowing he would be his own boss someday. Work kept him away a lot when I was growing up, but I always felt his strength and knew that I could turn to him for anything. He opened his own business manufacturing aerospace bolts in 1960. At the age of nine I begin to understand the value of work operating drill presses and lathes.
His business grew year after year because of his determination and intelligence.
My father very rarely spoke to anyone. When he did talk it was always profound. We would have conversations with me as I was the only person he truly trusted. I always felt so special during our time alone together. I knew he was a great man and took to heart what he would say to me.
I cannot begin to imagine him at 100 years old. The last fifteen years of his life was hard on him as he suffered from Parkinson’s disease. I watched him go down bit by bit and it was rough as he had always been such a strong, intelligent, and powerful man.
At the age of 76 he could not do anything for himself anymore. Thanksgiving weekend 1994 he ended up in the hospital and collapsed into a coma within hours. This is where my biggest spiritual learning came into place.
He was comatose and I knew that he had a great fear of dying. What I did was put myself in a hypnotic state and I projected myself to his hospital room and there I took his spirit and we traveled to the other side (the fifth dimension). I had never done this before in my life, but I was desperate for him to be able to pass and not be kept alive on machines
I figured my mother would be the first one to greet him as she passed away several years before. Surprisingly the person that greeted my father on the other side was his army sergeant who had been killed in World War Two. My father was so happy to see him again. I waited at the entrance and my father went and visited so many people that he loved and loved him. I could hear him and the others laughing and talking. When he was finished he came to me and we transported back into his hospital room and he went back into his body. The next day he died. I knew that he died without fear.
The following morning as I awoke my father was screaming into my right ear everything he wanted me to know. I woke up saying, “Dad, you’re hurting my ear. Stop talking so loud.” I then did my best to remember exactly what he had been saying. It amazed me. I had never had such a spiritual connection in my life. Over the next few days he appeared to me, each time with a message. Throughout the years he has continued to communicate and on rare occasions I have been able to see him. It’s absolutely fascinating. He’s definitely my main Spirit Guide.
So not only did my father teach me so much when he was living, but he taught me a great deal after he died. So I attribute my spiritual abilities as being inherited from him.
3 years ago when my precious cat Isis passed, I followed her through to the other side, and saw her at the rainbow bridge and on the other side was my father. He was standing at the end of the bridge holding my dog Julia in his left arm. He loved Julia so much and they are still together. Isis ran to him and he picked her up in his right arm. I see that very clearly all the time. They had not met in person, but they knew each other’s spirit. I know that when my time comes they will both be standing at the other end of the rainbow bridge welcoming me home.
I know that I was blessed to have such a wonderful man as my father in my life. So I just want to say “Thank you Daddy for everything. I know you will be waiting for me when I cross over. I love you.”
Dear Cherokee Billie,
It was wonderful to read about your father and your special connection. I am amazed how although we are born to this world alone, there is always some special soul who care for us and help us on our path. Your father did a lot for you, but you are lucky you also got to do a lot for him too. I continue to be inspired by your posts…
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story I too have loved ones that have passed and wish I can hear their messages. The lost of my son has been heart breaking and has put me to learn more about my spiritual path. I’m truly a lost soul.
Dear Renee: I am so glad that my article was meaningful and inspirational for you. Check back on my blog frequently as I do not always enclose these articles in my newsletter. Many blessings, Cherokee Billie
That was a beautiful story I am gonna read all you have to say from now on and try to learn as muck as I can your amazing Billie.
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Lady Shamla Rose
June 26, 2018
Beloved Cherokee Billie
What a beautiful connection you have with your Dad. And how easily you connect with the Spirit World!
Thank you so very much for sharing your divine story with us.
In divine friendship
Lady Shamla Rose