I have a question--are you using the same room that your stepbrother used to have? If he's Earthbound, he may not have realized yet that he's actually dead. Especially if he had a drinking problem heavy enough that he'd had more or less "out of body' moments before passing out. You don't have to see him to just tell him he needs to go into the light. In the meantime, I'd add a prayer surrounding your body with the white light of the Holy Spirit--easiest way to visualize this is to picture yourself and your bed being inside a white bubble like the kind that Glenda used to travel in the Wizard of Oz for the whole night. that will allow you to sleep without worrying about him. I really don't sense any evil intent from him; he's just not aware he was killed.

Most of what I get in terms of messages for myself are more physical, although I've gotten messages for other people. I got sensitized again when a good friend lost her oldest daughter and the granddaughter she was carrrying in the same week. I was praying that somehow, some way I could find something to say that might help her and got a poem complete with visuals for me of a toddler running ahead, then looking back for her mother. When I saw a picture of her daughter  at that age that exactly matched the face of that little girl, it really freaked me out.

so far my favorite message was from my Grandma, but it was a thought she put in my son's head "Did you see those dishes in the sink you left for your Mother to do?" He'd come into the kitchen to get a drink and I was finishing up on the 3rd and final sinkful and had almost made it to the stairs when he suddenly came back with an odd expression and offered to finish up for me. He's always called me Mom--but when he asked me the next morning if that had been Grandma who put that thought in his head, it sounded exactly like her. Nice to know she's still looking out for me.

Grandma was over 100 when she died. I had learned when my paternal Grandpa died that who we are and who we loves survives death. I got surrounded by a huge wave of love that was Grandpa--I got the call telling me he'd died 150 miles away about 10 minutes later. His final present was taking away my fear of death.

Hope this helps you.

I'm sorry for your loss. Eventually he'll get help crossing over from this side or the other side.

As one of my friend's kept telling some of us--she's just dead, she's not gone. the fact that he was an alcoholic doesn't mean he won't go to Heaven--it just sometimes takes people who had violent deaths longer to figure it out. It  was less an attempt to take over your body than just flopping back on a bed.

Mar 11, 2010 -- 8:17AM, Marcion wrote:

Yeah, they said life sucks.

Actually, I agree with you there. I loved having Grandma for so long, but I certainly don't want to live to be over 100. She had been worried that maybe she was still alive because she wasn't good enough to get into Heaven. A few nights before she died, she dreamed that she was at a big party with all of the people she loved and missed. After awhile, she noticed how huge the room was and that the colors were too magnificent to be on Earth and that she was in Heaven.

Waking back in her worn out body in the nursing home the next day didn't exactly thrill her. she died a few days later, but we  were able to tell her how much we loved her. We also told her it was okay to go back to the party. We were in the room with her when she died.