Ten years ago, I lost my father to cancer. He was 61, I was 32. I’ve always been open-minded—believing that an open mind allows you to experience so much more than a closed one. Maybe that’s why he chose to reach out to me. Days after his funeral, I dreamed of him carrying a newborn baby. I didn’t speak, just watched him walk through our old childhood kitchen. The next night, we sat at that same kitchen table. I looked at him, astonished, and said, “You’re alive.” He smiled—a cheeky grin, like he knew something I didn’t—and said nothing. On the third night, I was playing football in a park when I felt him beside me. I asked, “What is this place?” He said, “This place is created by your memories.” We walked and talked for hours about how we create our own reality. I asked, “What is heaven like?” He replied, “More wonderful than you could ever imagine.” The next day, I meditated and asked aloud, “Dad, DO I GET IT?”—meaning, do I understand the nature of reality and creation? Months later, my sister called from England to say she’d visited a medium. The medium told her our dad was okay and had found Lilly—my brother’s baby who had died before birth. That instantly reminded me of the dream of Dad carrying a newborn. The medium then relayed a message from Dad: “YOU GET IT.” The exact words I’d asked in meditation. That felt like the ultimate confirmation. One last encounter happened months after: I woke at 4 a.m. and saw Dad enter my room, glowing softly in his pink shirt. He walked around my bed toward me. I closed my eyes and said, “Hello, Dad, how’s the afterlife?” In my left ear, clear as day, I heard him say, “Yeah, it’s wonderful. But now you have to stop thinking of me—I’ve been to see you 10 nights in a row.” After that, the dreams stopped. But I know he’s still with me. I know I create my reality. And I believe we all continue on—creating together—because that’s what consciousness does and always will do. #AfterlifeExperience #LovedOnes #DreamsAndReality #SpiritualJourney #Consciousness