Help From Beyond the Veil

Many years ago, I went with my father to Ohio. There we visited many of the old homesteads and met many of his family. The main thrust of our journey was to gain help in the genealogy of our ancestors in Ohio. On one of the days we were there we were searching for one of our lines called Brandeberry or Brandenburg. Dad said he knew where their old homestead was, but we wandered around kind of lost until I felt impressed to say let’s turn down this road. Which if I remember correctly my dad resisted because I for sure didn’t know where I was going, but we finally did and came across a barn with the name “Brandeberry” in giant letters across its side. When we knocked on the door of a nearby house, the man who answered said he was not related to Brandeberrys and had just bought the farm, but he said that we might be very interested in what was under some nearby trees. There we found a family cemetery that began in 1812. There were dozens of names with birth and death dates. From this information I was able to have the ordinances of salvation performed in the temple for more than fifty people when I returned home. We would have never found the place without the help from the spirit world that I felt that day.

This last Wednesday Chrise and I were trying to help Magdalena find some of her ancestors so that she could be baptized and confirmed for them in the temple. We hit a brick wall. All of her parents and grandparents and uncles and aunts are dead and her older sister could remember no more than she could about when her grandparents were born or even where they were born. I felt a little discouraged until I felt an impression to do a search on Family Search for them. We had tried that before with zero success, but this time we searched on her paternal grandmother, who had a fairly unusual name of Maximina Jimenez. Three names down the search results she was listed, sourced from the Mexican National Census for 1930. When we went to the census we found enough information to do the ordinances for about ten people all from her paternal grandparent’s family. We were all ecstatic.

In my many years of doing genealogy work, I have felt help a number of times from my ancestors, reaching across the veil to help me find them or their family. If you want a testimony that there is life after death, genealogy is a great place to go.