SphericallySpeaking.com- Kyle Jones spirit photography orbs bereavement grief grief counseling after death communication afterlife grief and loss mediumship hope transforming grief survival of consciousness apparitionsdiscarnate entities healing ghost hunting paranormal survival of the soul communicate with a deceased loved one death and dying mourning spiritual company pet loss -loss of a pet validationdeathdeath of a loved onedeath of a childlife after deathsurvivorsevp (electronic voice phenomenon) psychicmediumspirit orbsspirit ballshospicelosscompassionLove Never Dies Sandy GoodmanForever Family FoundationShrine of HopeTwilight Brigade Compassion in ActionSpherically Speaking was formed as a not for profit organization so that we may share our wondrous and amazing journey of spirit to assist others in their grief. Our journey gave us the knowingness that there is more to life than what we can see and that by changing our perception we can see things we could not before see. Our dream is to share this knowingness with any and all who wish to journey a little differently than before. I Am HereScribed by Chantal Williams7/8/03Robyn sees me…In every sunset in every tree and flower in every person.Dad hears me…In music in conversations in laughter.Mom feels me…In every joy in every sadness in every emotion.You know me…In all my mind and all my spirit.Let them know…That I am here.Kyle Grief CounselingRobyn Reynolds is a certified grief counselor through The American Institute of Health Care Professionals and is available for grief counseling in the traditional and non traditional settings. Connecting Through PhotographyAll one needs to connect to a loved one through photography is any camera and an openness to all that there is. Ask your loved one to appear in the photo as a validation that they are near. Taking pictures during a family gathering or a meaningful event may be a great time to request their presence. You may want to set up a time and place to meet your loved one and ask them to attend. Once there you may want to have a conversation consisting of whatever you wish-simply discussing different moments you shared together asking them if they like the changes you have made since they left or just telling them how much you love them. If you have difficulty in receiving validation or would simply like to work with someone we offer individual and workshop sessions to assist you with your connection.Individual SessionsWe are available to meet with you on a one on one basis to assist you in connecting with your loved one through spirit photography. This session includes discussions of the loved ones life perceptions of the world we live in and how to request validation from our loved one. We request of the loved one to appear in our photos as we converse with them with cameras.WorkshopsIf you have a group interested in learning about spiritual photography and how to connect to your loved one please let us know so that we can arrange a workshop in your area. We will post the workshops as they are scheduled so that others in your area have an opportunity to attend. Private workshops are available as well.PetsThe process of grieving for a pet is no different than mourning the death of a human being. If you would like to connect to your pet through spiritual photography allow yourself to do so on your own or with our assistance.Hospice VisitationIf there is a physical body there is also a spiritual body.-I Corinthians 15:44All members of the Spherically Speaking Hospice Team have completed intensive training in preparation for service to the dying and their families through The Twilight Brigade Compassion in Action. If you would like us to share our journey of spirit with someone dying or their family members please contact us.ReikiReiki is a deeply relaxing method of therapeutic touch developed in Japan and is a powerful means of achieving and maintaining physical mental and spiritual well being. Rei is the universal life flow while Ki is energy prana or chi. Simply put Reiki is life energy-the energy building block of the Universe and all that is in it.During a session the Reiki Practitioner sends this energy to the client. The body/mind’s innate wisdom applies this energy in a way most appropriate for the individual receiving the healing energy.Reiki can be performed in person or sent over large distances. If you would like to have a Reiki session with Spherically Speaking please contact us.If you are a Reiki practitioner and would like to volunteer your services to those in need please contact us.

This asking to feel Kyle’s presence was our first of many requests of him. It was the beginning of our wondrous and amazing journey of knowing Kyle after his physical death.

The Journey Unfolds:
I began to have a strange feeling on my shin, like a feather was lightly crossing the skin and I couldn’t decide if it tickled or itched, but I had to scratch it. I didn’t realize it at first, but it happened when I was thinking of Kyle.

One afternoon the sensation was stronger than what it had been. I leaned down to scratch it and suddenly I was thinking of when we would kiss Kyle. He liked to tease us by wiping away the kiss. We always played the same part and would ask him if he wiped off our kiss. On queue, Kyle would smile, his beautiful blue eyes would twinkle and shaking his head back and forth he would tell us he was rubbing it in. I smiled with this thought. I told Kyle I felt him and was not wiping off his touch; I was rubbing it in as he would do with our kisses. The sensation stopped with this comment, or moment, that I had shared with Kyle and did not return. What did return was that feeling of his presence-the laughter in his eyes, the playfulness of love, and the gift of feeling who he was.

It was in this moment with Kyle that I decided I would not live without him just because his body had left this world.

One of Kyle's friends found a grief counselor on line during the later part of June that year. During one of the conversation the counselor told her Kyle would be sending us pennies, feathers and songs as a validation that he was still near. When Kyle’s friend shared this with us I did not know what to think as my past experiences did not have any real belief or knowingness of this sort of thing. What I did know, though, was that I had asked to feel Kyle’s presence and was granted my request. I had also requested a continued relationship with Kyle and decided to keep an open mind.

Pennies and feathers began to appear almost daily for us. In the car we would ask for a particular song and the next song on the radio would be the one we requested.

Close friends gave us the book by Sandy Goodman, “Love Never Dies.” Sandy’s son, Jason, was accidentally electrocuted at the age of eighteen. John Edward gave Sandy a reading telling her Jason would be sending dimes. When I read this I laughed and jokingly asked Kyle what was up-Jason was sending dimes, Kyle only pennies.

That night I dreamed. It was a vivid and almost real feeling dream, one like I had never had before. In the dream Kyle told me he had a gift for me. As I reached for the homemade casserole he held in his hand, Kyle told me the gift was not the casserole, but something inside of it. He told me to use my hand and feel inside the casserole for the gift. I did, until I found a small container. Kyle told me to open it. I lifted the top off the container and poured the contents into the palm of my hand. Smiling, I looked at Kyle and thanked him for the nickel.

I woke with the dream fresh in my mind and laughed at his reply to my joke knowing he would not have given me the dime in the physical either, but he would have met me half way.

Later that afternoon the hostess walked several of us to our table at one our favorite restaurants. Instead of sitting, we just stood there looking at the table, staring at the only thing on it-a nickel.

We were beginning to learn how to live with our physical loss of Kyle, but not the loss of the essence of him. We consciously decided we would not live in the grief, but instead live with Kyle as he is now. We spoke to him regularly; inviting him to be present with us during the mundane and special events in our lives. We continually asked him for signs to show us he was near.

Inevitably we would receive pennies, nickels and feathers. As time went by we began to ask for specific things. A good parking spot, a picture on the wall moved, and a white flower were just some of the things we requested from Kyle to show us he was near. As we went about our lives we looked for the interaction between us, our request, and Kyle.

On the weekend we were to have moved Kyle into his dorm room we traveled with friends. As usual, we asked Kyle to join us. Prior to leaving we discussed what we would request of Kyle during this trip. It was decided we would ask him to appear in a photograph.

When we arrived I took the camera out only to discover the batteries were dead. Disappointed, I put the camera back into the suitcase and left to meet our friends. Shortly after meeting our friends one of them asked if she could take our picture. In awe, we said yes and asked Kyle to appear.

As talking to and looking for a response from spirit is not mainstream we secretly viewed our first picture of Kyle in spirit and did not share the results with our friends. We were, none-the-less, delighted and in awe that we could request something and get a response from Kyle. We felt, as with all our requests, Kyle was sending us validation that he is still, near and doing well.

We continued talking to Kyle and asking for signs as we went about our lives, but did not ask again for him to appear in a photo. Kyle apparently liked this particular mode of connection for after a month of no requests from me, he made one of me.

In the middle of the night I was awoken by a soft pushing on my arm. I opened my eyes and knew Kyle was there. I could not see him standing at the end of the bed, nor did I see a sphere of light, but I knew-I could feel him.

He led me downstairs to the camera and outside to take pictures. Our backyard, which was in major renovation when Kyle died, was now done. I began to think about Kyle talking to the workers every day about what was being done, how wonderful it looked, when they thought it might be finished and how they did some of the work they did. As I thought about these moments I began to share them with Kyle. I remembered him standing there watching the men work and I took a picture of that memory. I walked to another area where we had just finished planting a rose garden. I asked Kyle if he liked the completed project and I took a picture.

We had hung a butterfly chime on the back deck. I told Kyle we hung it there or him. He could let us know any time he was here by just blowing the wind. I took a picture of the chimes as we spoke.

I talked with Kyle until the sun rose. I had taken seventy-two pictures. I had shared seventy-two different moments with Kyle, talking, remembering and planning for the future.

Others who had lost a loved one began to appear in our lives and we began to share our story, our connection, our journey with them. This sharing seemed to ease the loss and allow room for a new relationship with their loved one to develop.

As there are so many of us here at this time walking the same path we wish to share with you the wondrous and amazing journey of spirit after physical death-the journey about ones own connection to the source that created all and is eternal, connected to all things and open to all who ask for it is in the asking that one will know.

I remain committed to you in your journey of learning and understanding. My wish for you is that you find joy, peacefulness and abundant spiritual company in the discoveries along the way.

In peace and joy,
Robyn Reynolds, GC-C







		About Us In June of 2003 our 20-year-old, Kyle, died in a car accident. In the weeks that followed I often thought about how I could feel him as a part of us wherever we went when he was alive, but now, when I needed him most, I felt nothing. I began to speak to Kyle often asking him to let us feel his presence-that knowingness one has of another whether you are with them or not. This asking to feel Kyle’s presence was our first of many requests of him. It was the beginning of our wondrous and amazing journey of knowing Kyle after his physical death. The Journey Unfolds: I began to have a strange feeling on my shin, like a feather was lightly crossing the skin and I couldn’t decide if it tickled or itched, but I had to scratch it. I didn’t realize it at first, but it happened when I was thinking of Kyle. One afternoon the sensation was stronger than what it had been. I leaned down to scratch it and suddenly I was thinking of when we would kiss Kyle. He liked to tease us by wiping away the kiss. We always played the same part and would ask him if he wiped off our kiss. On queue, Kyle would smile, his beautiful blue eyes would twinkle and shaking his head back and forth he would tell us he was rubbing it in. I smiled with this thought. I told Kyle I felt him and was not wiping off his touch; I was rubbing it in as he would do with our kisses. The sensation stopped with this comment, or moment, that I had shared with Kyle and did not return. What did return was that feeling of his presence-the laughter in his eyes, the playfulness of love, and the gift of feeling who he was. It was in this moment with Kyle that I decided I would not live without him just because his body had left this world. One of Kyle's friends found a grief counselor on line during the later part of June that year. During one of the conversation the counselor told her Kyle would be sending us pennies, feathers and songs as a validation that he was still near. When Kyle’s friend shared this with us I did not know what to think as my past experiences did not have any real belief or knowingness of this sort of thing. What I did know, though, was that I had asked to feel Kyle’s presence and was granted my request. I had also requested a continued relationship with Kyle and decided to keep an open mind. Pennies and feathers began to appear almost daily for us. In the car we would ask for a particular song and the next song on the radio would be the one we requested. Close friends gave us the book by Sandy Goodman, “Love Never Dies.” Sandy’s son, Jason, was accidentally electrocuted at the age of eighteen. John Edward gave Sandy a reading telling her Jason would be sending dimes. When I read this I laughed and jokingly asked Kyle what was up-Jason was sending dimes, Kyle only pennies. That night I dreamed. It was a vivid and almost real feeling dream, one like I had never had before. In the dream Kyle told me he had a gift for me. As I reached for the homemade casserole he held in his hand, Kyle told me the gift was not the casserole, but something inside of it. He told me to use my hand and feel inside the casserole for the gift. I did, until I found a small container. Kyle told me to open it. I lifted the top off the container and poured the contents into the palm of my hand. Smiling, I looked at Kyle and thanked him for the nickel. I woke with the dream fresh in my mind and laughed at his reply to my joke knowing he would not have given me the dime in the physical either, but he would have met me half way. Later that afternoon the hostess walked several of us to our table at one our favorite restaurants. Instead of sitting, we just stood there looking at the table, staring at the only thing on it-a nickel. We were beginning to learn how to live with our physical loss of Kyle, but not the loss of the essence of him. We consciously decided we would not live in the grief, but instead live with Kyle as he is now. We spoke to him regularly; inviting him to be present with us during the mundane and special events in our lives. We continually asked him for signs to show us he was near. Inevitably we would receive pennies, nickels and feathers. As time went by we began to ask for specific things. A good parking spot, a picture on the wall moved, and a white flower were just some of the things we requested from Kyle to show us he was near. As we went about our lives we looked for the interaction between us, our request, and Kyle. On the weekend we were to have moved Kyle into his dorm room we traveled with friends. As usual, we asked Kyle to join us. Prior to leaving we discussed what we would request of Kyle during this trip. It was decided we would ask him to appear in a photograph. When we arrived I took the camera out only to discover the batteries were dead. Disappointed, I put the camera back into the suitcase and left to meet our friends. Shortly after meeting our friends one of them asked if she could take our picture. In awe, we said yes and asked Kyle to appear. As talking to and looking for a response from spirit is not mainstream we secretly viewed our first picture of Kyle in spirit and did not share the results with our friends. We were, none-the-less, delighted and in awe that we could request something and get a response from Kyle. We felt, as with all our requests, Kyle was sending us validation that he is still, near and doing well. We continued talking to Kyle and asking for signs as we went about our lives, but did not ask again for him to appear in a photo. Kyle apparently liked this particular mode of connection for after a month of no requests from me, he made one of me. In the middle of the night I was awoken by a soft pushing on my arm. I opened my eyes and knew Kyle was there. I could not see him standing at the end of the bed, nor did I see a sphere of light, but I knew-I could feel him. He led me downstairs to the camera and outside to take pictures. Our backyard, which was in major renovation when Kyle died, was now done. I began to think about Kyle talking to the workers every day about what was being done, how wonderful it looked, when they thought it might be finished and how they did some of the work they did. As I thought about these moments I began to share them with Kyle. I remembered him standing there watching the men work and I took a picture of that memory. I walked to another area where we had just finished planting a rose garden. I asked Kyle if he liked the completed project and I took a picture. We had hung a butterfly chime on the back deck. I told Kyle we hung it there or him. He could let us know any time he was here by just blowing the wind. I took a picture of the chimes as we spoke. I talked with Kyle until the sun rose. I had taken seventy-two pictures. I had shared seventy-two different moments with Kyle, talking, remembering and planning for the future. Others who had lost a loved one began to appear in our lives and we began to share our story, our connection, our journey with them. This sharing seemed to ease the loss and allow room for a new relationship with their loved one to develop. As there are so many of us here at this time walking the same path we wish to share with you the wondrous and amazing journey of spirit after physical death-the journey about ones own connection to the source that created all and is eternal, connected to all things and open to all who ask for it is in the asking that one will know. I remain committed to you in your journey of learning and understanding. My wish for you is that you find joy, peacefulness and abundant spiritual company in the discoveries along the way. In peace and joy, Robyn Reynolds, GC-C

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