Twin Flame Soul Mates - After Death/Viewing Michael's Murder

There really has been a surge in twin flame information in the last few years.  Once upon a time in my world I searched far and wide and came up with very little.  Today it seems there is a plethora of information.  Yet I still find very little on flames after death.

Today's post may be unusual.  I am in a sense documenting some of my experiences to not only tell you about Michael and the relationship of twin flames after death, but to clear the air about his death as well.  I am getting flashbacks.

I have spoken previously about the shared consciousness that twin flame soul mates share.  When Michael was alive I would often get flashes of him in different locations, with different people.  Telepathy was common as well, as it is with most twin flames.

After he passed I found that the flashes continued.  It surprised me.  I suppose maybe some part of me thought that he would just go on somewhere and the connection would disappear for a time. This morning I received a vision of Michael conducting a symphony and during the past few weeks, I was getting some disturbing images.  Several were of women hiding, some screaming, some running.   I didn't know what to make of them.  I wanted to help but didn't know how.  I wondered why I would receive them even.  Was there someone else that I shared a connection with on the other side of the world?  My questions were answered when Michael decided to tell me he had took a pilgrimage and had seen the women and was trying to help.  I had been seeing what he was.  The consciousness had taken in some ways a new dimension.

Several days after he had told me, I received another vision.  But it wasn't a vision.  It was as if I was him again, only not now.  It was him before he passed.  I was laying on a bed looking around a room.  My vision was blurred and I could see several men walking around at the foot of my bed.  My breathing was very shallow.  I felt almost as if I was on a ventilator.  Now that I think about it, I guess it could have been oxygen.

There is a part of me that contemplated on whether or not to post this, but I feel it's important for several reasons.  First because it is something experienced between flames, and secondly and possibly more importantly because Michael told me several years ago there were other people at his home the night he passed.  Not only that, but I had sensed he was being drugged up and the blurred vision confirmed it.  It was almost as if I had Vaseline smeared over my eyes.  So take from this what you will, but Randy Phillips was in that house the night Michael Jackson died.  Not only was he in the house, he was in his bedroom, along with two others.  The rational mind may like to think he was alone, but he wasn't.  If I had to pass on with people present in my room, it certainly wouldn't be these men.  Now I can't help but wonder what drug would make your eyes blur like that?  I don't think Propofol was the only thing used.

As a side note, I'd also like to say to Paris Jackson that there was nothing you could have done to save your father.  It's not your fault.  Even if you said you would take care of daddy, honey you couldn't have.  These men were playing for keeps.