The following is an example of Reality Shifting or manifesting from beyond the grave.

When Michael died on November 13, 1990, I was devastated. He was that unique person at school that everyone loved. He made everyone in the room smile with his mere presence.

Michael died just eight days after his 16th birthday. Ten years after his death, in the year 2000, I finally started to recognize that I was getting signs from Michael that involved the number 13. I didn't know what the connection to 13 was, except that he had died on November 13.

During Thanksgiving in 2002, a friend who is a gifted medium gave me a reading. She felt that Michael wanted me to visit his grave when I went to visit my parents in upstate New York for the Thanksgiving holiday. I had definitely planned on visiting his grave anyway, but for some reason, I didn't get to do it because I didn't have time that trip.

When I went home again a few months later, I went to Michael's gravesite. I wanted to buy Michael a mini-guitar to put by his grave, but I couldn't find any small enough, so I ended up buying him a purple guitar pick. I purchased one for him and an identical one for me.

When I pulled up to the front of the cemetery, I saw it was buried in snow. (Upstate New York gets a LOT of snow in the winter.) Michael's area of the cemetery was sectioned off because it hadn't been plowed, but I was determined since I'd missed visiting him in November, so I climbed over the barrier and trenched through the three feet of snow to his grave.

Then came the real challenge of finding his grave. Michael has a flat gravestone on the ground, and though I knew that his grave was situated between two little trees, there were three more like that around his grave. I started kicking and digging the snow out of the way, and eventually I found his gravestone, which was etched with his name and a picture of a guitar.

I dug into the frozen ground and buried the purple guitar pick in the earth as deeply as I could. I had a vision while I was there kneeling in all that snow of Michael coming and giving me flowers, which I thought was odd since I was the one visiting his grave. My task done and my visit complete, I trudged through the snow back to my car.

Almost three years after I left that guitar pick in the frozen ground for Michael, I went to visit my parents in upstate New York again. It was spring-time, and I decided to take my son with me to visit the cemetary. As we walked toward his grave, I was shocked to see the purple guitar pick I had left him three years earlier sitting right on top of his headstone, as if waiting for me. It felt like it had been placed there just for me, in order to boost my faith.

I still have my matching guitar pick and carry it around with me in my purse as a reminder that we can manifest all sorts of amazing signs from Spirit. To this day I still receive signs from Michael that let me know he is still around and always there for me.