Can you take it with you?

My last couple of posts deal with the subject of ghosts, or, stuck souls, that wear clothing like striped shirts, hats, and carry around their blue elephant stuffed animals.

This brings up the question. Common wisdom says that when we die, we can't bring our belongings up to Heaven with us, nor can we bring our monetary wealth, whether it be dollar bills or gold, or real estate.

But my experience with the paranormal over the last 3 and a half decades proves that, at least for souls that refuse to or can't go to Heaven yet, that they don't move around naked. But technically, how does this happen? If a non-"flesh and blood" spirit has a human or animal shape that can be considered par for course, but what of the other "stuff" that he or she may cling onto - like a favourite shirt, or teddy bear such as Stephen's Aurora brand stuffed elephant? After all, it is not made of human DNA, it is just fake fur and plastic eyes, but surely it is somehow created from the other soul's memory, or is somehow, because the fur and plastic also comes from God's creation - plastic is made from oil, which once were dinosaur remains.

I just wonder whether some other researchers have delved deeper into this, whether they have neared any conclusion to what exactly comprises the spirit world and how they can create or manifest non-sentient objects.

Blue Stuffed Elephant Belongs to Stephen

Tonight around 9.30 p.m. I entered trance state in my bathroom and saw Greg's two sons, Andrew and Stephen.

After a while of the boys sitting peacefully near me and sitting next to each other and things like that, I saw Stephen clutching the blue stuffed elephant that he showed me on Palm Sunday in mid-air in my bedroom. Stephen and his stuffed toy were not as brightly lit as on that Sunday, but I did catch a glimpse of it for about 2 seconds.

I have been asking since that day for them to show me who the elephant belongs to, and tonight I finally got my answer.

This also says something of my encounters with the pair. Unlike the "home movie" that Aern the shadow person has shown me that keeps replaying the same scenes of his son Joe monkeying around while undressing, before going to sleep, and then superimposed ontop of that the moving image memory of his wife as a bride on their wedding day where she walks from right to left, carrying a bouquet of flowers... the images of the boys are, I feel live, because they're different every time.