Connection with Passed Loved Ones / by Alex Austin

So my best friend from college Jae sadly overdosed right after my daughter was born. While he was on life support and after his passing I was in continued telepathic communication with him. While I was working out at the gym my random iPod would only play specific songs that he and I used to listen to together. I knew he was picking the set list. My DJ if you will. He told me he was. We had long conversations. We went over our friendship and what we meant to each other. There was a lot of ‘Remember that one time’. He told me about what happened to him when he overdosed, and how he felt about it. While it wasn’t intentional, and he felt for everyone he left behind, he was reconciled with what ultimately happened. He was blissful. I think that was due to the state of the plane of reality he now resides in. It wasn’t meant as a slight to the many amazing people he left behind, who miss him greatly. Four years after his passing, I had an assistant watching as I produced an Illustrator poster file. When I added it to a ripping software tool for printing it on my large format plotter I noticed the name of the file had change. My assistant was as perplexed as I was. The new name of the file was coded message to me from my passed friend that only I would understand. It read ‘partyallthetime73.jpg’. Astounded, I emailed the file to myself and copied it to my wife’s email. While the email I received was exactly as I sent it, the email my wife received had an extra Dreamweaver file of zero kb. That file was titled ‘ipartyallthetimeifeedgood_j.xml’. As to reiterate and clarify to me that in fact it was a message to me from my friend Jae. We were big Andrew WK fans, and ‘party all the time’ was one of our specific credos. It's still in my email history. It goes on to show me evidence that our continued communication with our loved ones beyond the veil of physical reality is quite real. We still have telepathic chats, and hand out almost everyday. When I'm thinking about him a lot I know he's there. We start shooting the shit. I know everything he's saying, and the sentiment. It's pretty rad.

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