It happened after the loss of my best friend. I realized not only he still lives, just separated from me as by a thin veil or curtain... But that I could actually feel his loving energy pulsing through my veins and present all around me. It can be hard to know and to feel at times, especially in circumstances like yours; but it's there. My best friend, he loved this band Rebelution, and I thought they were corny at first. I found their reggae beats to be annoying as hell, and the voice of the singer "too plain" or whatever. But my friend's constant playing of their music caused it to grow on me, and they also released more albums. With this new music which also coincided with my own spiritual growth, I developed a deeper appreciation of them. And with my friend's death, a new understanding of the music. The song Celebrate underlines the importance of cohesion and love and positivity in life. The song City Life I felt was a perfect summation and indeed a letter from the other side, my friend telling me why he died(escaped). The song More Energy directly describes the phenomenon through which we can physically feel the love of our beloved. Every song on their album Free Rein bears significance to me, but of them all Constellation sounds like a love letter from the other side and makes me cry my eyes out every time; happy tears, blessed assurance. In the midst of my spiritual awakening I rediscovered my old favorite band Switchfoot. Their music, which I was only originally allowed to listen to in my youth because of their then-Christian recognition, had blossomed into wonderful gnosticism. Your Love Is A Song bears many marks of direct evidence of familiarity with near-death experience(NDE) and the other side.....

A bunch of tiny things evidence the presence of my best friend, and at other times my late cousin. I discovered a beautiful truck at a time when my family needed a vehicle. Manual transmission in pristine condition, asking price $2000 with a temporarily disabled air conditioner the owner couldn't be bothered to fix; all he knew was the truck was burning belts and he had to rid himself of the vehicle or pay a thousand-dollar three-vehicle fine at his apartment the next day, and he had yet to locate a ln interested party who could even drive the beast. We only paid $900, an absolute blessing. When I showed up with my father to get the truck, I saw across the door a giant Alabama A, and I knew my best friend was trolling me from the other side. We took it home and my father, the head of our Auburn household, suggested I remove the Alabama A(it was on both sides of the truck). I said no, and explained the circumstances and that if we remove it the truck will immediately break. To this day it remains.