Canada itself has horrible healthcare now too. The amount of medical neglect and malpractice has taken many from me. And that body count keeps growing within the country. It makes the news, very frequently now. I have numerous stories myself, from my own experiences due to that. So bad the news would pick up the story.
Some of this will be a tribute to him. From a REAL person who KNEW him. I've known him for over 25 years. We met on Yahoo Messenger in a Canada chatroom. We did phone calls, computer video calls and later on decades later social media postings. I knew alot about his life and what was going on. He confided in me. I saw alot of stuff go on around him, while on video calls. I was there during the happy times and his sad times. Someone who saw 'him' as him. A voice he felt comfort in.
He was a professional photographer under the name Costea Images for weddings, the Calgary Stampede and the Medicine Hat- Cubs and Tigers Alberta Hockey League. His friends loved him. He was a big part of the community, networked and made connections even with celebrities.
Some of his hobbies included playing his electric guitars, collecting anime (etc), big movie and tv show buff and traveling.
He was independant, smart, intuative and passive. Much of that soft side was due to this gifts. Including being a strong medium. He could see and hear spirits, interacted with them and was a safe place for wandering souls.
He was a very spiritual person and apart of the Church of Satan (no not the fake fad Satanists nonesense. Where they do black magic, harm and such.) Real ones believed in self empowerment. Not relying on a 'parent to walk you through life', no harm and be a guiding light to others.
Even when he was declining so much... he would have lost souls come to him for comfort and help to cross over. And as it got worse. He talked about people coming foward to at least be there with him. I said probally your ancestors? He said maybe.
He tried to see from others peoples perspectives. But also refused to 'bend the knee' and submit to what 'he saw' as wrong. He was a warrior + fighter.
I had / have a very strong soul connection with him apparently for what happened the moment he passed.
This is not uncommon for me. Predicting, seeing and feeling death and spirit.
Ive been nic named a 'death witch' at times. (They work with energy surrounding mortality and ancestor. Often view death as a transformative and part of the cycle of life, not an end, helping human spirits find peace and supporting the living through grief.)
My own relatives can tell you stories about me going back decades.
This was my full, non altered, experience.
I was sitting on the couch on a video call with one of my Shaman friends. It was just a girl talk kinda chat. When I felt the same way when my heart gave out in 2023 ( almost passed from that too, with medical malpractice and left to die ).
I felt like vertigo but not full vertigo and my BP dropped quickly. Mixed with dizzy and lightheaded and could sleep sparkles in my vision.
Then I could hear his voice. It sounded distant at once.
I told my friend, think it might be a bout of seizure or something. Then I tranced out...she saw the whole thing on her end.
I was not seizing but instead having a strong new wierd moment. My eyes felt like when you get water in them and the way the world looks.
Then, felt like I had tunnel vision and then it looked like my laptop screen was melting and washed out. Kinda like how a puddle forms and ripples.
I then saw his face push through and look at me and his hands already reaching for me. I have never had this type of experience before. I assumed he was reaching out to me. Most of his postings, up to when he passed was of him asking anyone to be with him. He was scared and alone. Friends showed up when they could.
When he touched me. I felt The pressure and pain his body felt. His mental pain of lonliness and fear.
He always saw me as his close family, his older sister. I live a 6 hour plane ride away and disabled so I could not be at his side. But I did visit him many times astrally. I'm like a boss level for that. And he did have alot of activity even when I showed up.
He has showed up before while knocked out, I could hear him from behind me at my front door as if he just walked in saying. "Hey Mel" so I assumed it was just that but more extensive now.
After about 5 mintues the whole sensation passed.
Later that evening I messaged my mom. Shes been aware of my abilities since birth and I always tell her my experiences. She is very supportive and always encouraged me to work with them and my guides. I was lucky growing up in a home where it is not stigmatized like much of North America modern religions does. My moms side is Indigenous after all. I told her I felt something was off. She said "I know honey I know you can feel and tell these things. And said check obituatries"... I didn't yet. With my brain injury doing alot of web searches triggers my epilepsy.
Later that night, before bed. I looked at the moon. He was one of the dark like I am. In the sense people push us aside and we deal with spirits and much that exists in the dark. I felt so sick and felt off. I cried to the moon.
The next day I felt better. And kept checking his page for updates. Its been almost a week now... then a family member posted. I was not sad I was so mad. I can't get into why. I don't want to get circled and hounded abot it. I was trying to keep calm. When I get mad, my kenetic output can be dangerous its part pyro and part electrical impulse. I just call it mana overload.
I read more into the posts. Then the experience of the day before made complete sense. The time of death was the moment I had the experience.
He felt comfort to come to me and be with me.. over anyone else. He did not want to feel alone... he knew I could connect with him, notice, feel and see him.
The sensations of low bp and similar to my heart attack was his own. I can't get into the trauma of what lead up to his death and how it played out. Google blogs only allows PG13 content. But it was some 18+ Rated R stuff. And for legal reasons.
I remember sitting on the couch reading more posts and realized one of his dying wishes he told me weeks before. Was to meet me finally. I smiled and said "You crazy SOB you actually did it." I look forward to new adventures with him, if he so chooses. He knows where to find me. He plans to travel a bit and tie up some loose ends. I'm not worried about him being stuck. He knows how all that stuff works.
I will finish off this memorium with a song from a band he introduced me too decades ago. From Within Temptation a Newage, Ballad, Rock and Goth band.
Reminds me of his life, his likes and how he was for people. A warrior and fighter. But also a lover and gentle soul.
Reminds me of his life, his likes and how he was for people. A warrior and fighter. But also a lover and gentle soul.