Kimberly Klein - The Universe Speaks: A Heavenly Dialogue

The Universe Speaks is powerful proof that the veil between the worlds is thinner than we think. Kim Kleins story of her daughters death in a plane crash in Panama reads like fiction. But Talias teachings from the spirit world after her death provide the reader with hope, inspiration, and a new understanding of the reality of life.

~ J ENNIFER R EAD H AWTHORNE, CO-AUTHOR, #I N EW Y ORK TIMES BESTSELLERS C HICKEN S OUP FOR THE W OMANS SOUL AND C HICKEN S OUP FOR THE M OTHERS S OUL

Love and wisdom transcend the veil as Kim Kleins daughter on the other side reveals marvelous insights about the true meaning of life. The Universe Speaks brings hope to anyone who has ever lost a loved one.

~ R ANDY P EYSER, AUTHOR OF T HE P OWER OF M IRACLE T HINKING

Dedication

I dedicate this book to Talia, my sweet daughter, whose words, touch and love bring me joy and peace on a daily basis, and to G, whose love and dedication have helped bring Talias words to me and to the world.

Talia and Mom, our last photo together, taken December 2007 photography by Helene Glassman/ www.imagerybyhelene.com

Copyright 2011 by Kimberly Klein

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review.

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2011912911

ISBN (paperback): 978-0-9837750-2-7

ISBN (hardcover): 978-0-9837750-3-4

Printed in the United States of America

Cover and Interior design by: 1106 Design

Author Photo: Peter Palladino Make up: Marie Augustine

Table of Contents

O N D ECEMBER 23, 2007, a small private plane carrying my thirteen-year-old daughter, her father and her best friend crashed into the side of a volcano in Panama, killing all on board except my daughters friend.

Talia was my only child. For nearly three days the whereabouts of the planeand the fate of my daughter, her father and her friendwere unknown. It was the most horrific and traumatizing time of my life. My mind and my body were not connected, and from the moment I realized my daughter was dead, I have never been the same. My heart was ripped out of me, my emotions disconnected from my body, and my entire life torn apart.

Of course I will never be the same. Never the same because Talia is no longer alive. But also never the same because all that I thought about life and death has been altered. In the midst of the worse time of my life I feel ultimate love and peace.

Tell my mom Im OK.

Talia?

Yes, tell my mom Im OK.

OK, I will when I see her.

TELL MY MOM IM OK!

I will, I promise!

It sounded like an everyday message from a daughter to her motherbut it was really not so everyday. You see, Talia made that statement to my friend G on January 23while he was on the way to her memorial service. She said it a month after she had died.

Now, I am not the kind of person who would readily believe that someone had heard my daughter speaking from the spirit world. In fact, I did not believe in the spirit world until recently. So why would I ever believe that those words, Tell my mom Im OK, were actually from Talia? It would have been much more rational for me to assume my friend had made up that message to help me deal with the overwhelming pain of losing my daughter.

But when G gave me Talias message, I knew, deep in my heart, that those were Talias own words. Yes, they were said to help me, but they were not made up; they were actually Talias words, said by her, for me.

Who am I? you may be wondering. Im Kim, Talias mom. A forty-something, California-raised, well-educated, middle-class woman.

I grew up pretty simply, with no particular religious or spiritual rules to live by. I just lived my life my way, rationally and according to my own guidelines, which were pretty basic: Try to treat people well, dont lie, and be happy.

Because I didnt have any set religious or spiritual guidance growing up, I decided I didnt believe in Godor the spirit world. I was too independent to believe there was one supreme person or entity with a set of rules I was supposed to follow in order to go to heaven when I died. In fact, that idea annoyed me, because I saw so many religious leaders using their position to control the members of their congregations.

I felt that if there were a God, you should be able to pray to that God directlyhe wouldnt make it necessary for people to go through an intermediary to get to him. There was no need to pray to a secondary source or confess to a human acting as Gods representative, or do whatever a particular leader said you had to do. Nor did you have to join a church or temple as a means of getting to heaven. You could just be you, live your life, and speak to your God when you wanted to, on your terms.

But though I didnt believe in the God that most people I came in contact with believed in, I didnt shut myself off from the possibility of the existence of God either. Since the idea of God had not been pounded into me, and until recently I had had no mystical experiences or miracles to show me the existence of God, I had no reason to believe in either the existence or the nonexistence of God. But I was open to receiving proof of the existence of God or the spirit world. And I did believe in my own instincts, often just knowing something, which seemed to imply that I believed theres more to us than our minds.

I labeled myself agnosticnot believing but open to proof. I really believe it was this openness that allowed me eventually to see, hear, and experience the evidence I needed to prove that there is in fact a spiritual dimension and a power, a force that some people call God.

So when did I go from not believing to believing? It was just after I really understood that my daughter had been killed. I say understood that she had been killed, because even when I first found out, it took a while for me to really know she was gone. Gone from this earth the way I had known her. But once I realized she was in fact dead, my entire belief system shattered.

This shattering was not like the shattering of a mirror, whereby when it broke nothing was left. It was like the shattering of a glass door that, once broken, allowed me to see into a world much more beautiful, perfect, and fulfilling than the world I was living in. My daughters death is what shattered that door. From the moment I really understood she was gone, I went from not believing in life after death to absolutely believing in it. I knew that the messages Talia was sending me from beyond were from her, and so very real.

What made me believe? It was not that the words Tell my mom Im OK in themselves changed me from a non-believer to a believer. Since the very moment I realized Talia was dead, I began receiving many messages from her through various sources, all of which have built on one other and been confirmed by one other. When looked at both alone and as a whole, they have proven to me that not only is Talia actually telling people the messages they relay to me, but, beyond that, those messages are in every way totally, completely, and irrevocably Talia. I know, deeper in my heart and soul than I can even describe, that Talia is communicating to me and, most important, that she is not dead, but more alive and amazing now than she was with me here on earth.