Cindy, such a powerful story. Thank you for sharing. Deeply sorry for your loss and for all that you went through, but how wonderful that your daughter reached out to comfort you. The two of you share a beautiful connection.
Cindy, there are no words for your loss. There are no words. And you have also found something too. She is with you always, helping you and she is safe and filled with light. Thank you for sharing your story. Sending love and light and eternal guidance and yes, I see her with you and she is a shining light doing great work for us all.
Not to take away from your beautiful story, Cindy,but when my Mother died, she was in the hospital from a stroke I finally went to bed, and during the night, I woke up from a touch on my shoulder I said 'Mother'. I knew it was my mother My Daddy loved her so much, he died the day we were to have her funeral Before she died, she and my aunt went on a cruise and when we saw pictures strangely everybody in the picture would look perfectly clear and Mother's picture was blurry I like to think angels were blocking her I read a story about actor Don Ameche on a movie set, and a mother and her little girl were there watching The little girl told her mother that Mr Ameche had angels all around him
It is so hard to tell a story when so many words get 'removed link' when there is no link
Elaine, I'm sorry this is happening. There is one other person this is happening to and we still haven't figured out the reason. So very sorry. Still, I enjoyed your story.
ElaineG, you haven't taken away from my story in any way. You, and many others have had this experience. A loved one dies, and comes to us almost immediately to let us know that while they are no longer on Earth, they are not 'gone.' That was the point of my story. When I wondered if the phenomenon was actually Monica (given there were so many lost in our town), and lamented that I hadn't seen it, I decided to be grateful that it was documented. A few weeks later, the phenomenon repeated itself over my home-another angel in the clouds and a rainbow. My questions were answered-it was her, and she reproduced it just for me and her brother in our own back yard. They can contact us from beyond, and will do so. A rainbow on a sunny day, a song on the radio, a flower blooming out of place or season, a familiar scent out of the blue, a visit in a dream, coins or feathers in our path. Most survivors stop talking to their lost loved ones. I never have. I figure I would stop talking to someone who never answered, so why wouldn't they do likewise? I feel that as long as we acknowledge their contact, they'll continue to provide it. I also understand the concept of being so grief stricken that others then pass to join the lost loved one. I've had it happen in my own family, and I foresee another such familial event in the near future.
Monica was in my dreams visiting just two nights ago. She'd made a mess in the kitchen, getting butter all over-the floors, counters, sink. My first reaction upon waking was joy that she had visited. My second reaction was negative-why didn't I just laugh at her making a mess instead of showing her how to clean it up in the dream? I had to quickly dismiss that thought. I had reacted with kindness and instruction in the dream, not anger,therefore it was realistic. If visits cause us pain, our loved ones won't come to see us, as their reasons for visiting are to bring us love and comfort. They do not miss us, they can check on us at will. They break through to us for our benefit. I did immediately then realize there was no historic incident with butter that I could recall, but instead she was recreating a new experience akin to the time she tried to aid me in making dinner, but she pulled the mixer out of the pudding mix before she turned it off. I had a white kitchen that was then covered from wall to wall (including the ceiling & floor) with chocolate pudding. Who knew pudding could travel so far so fast? :) We laughed about this incident for years. It was also for me to note that she'd returned to talking to me in my dreams. There were quite a few years when she wouldn't. I'd over-analyze everything she had to say, so she'd visit, but remain silent, just communicating in nods, hugs, and facial expressions. I love hearing her voice again, regardless of what is is that is said. I think she's pleased that she can teach this old dog a few new tricks!
Absolutely beautiful Cindy and absolutely perfectly and accurately expressed.
The most blessed of blessings to love so dearly that your love of one another crosses through time and over dimensions of understandings and space.
You are so deeply loved and are now a teacher of these understandings as gifts you carry. Bless you and Monica and the love you share forever.
Such powerful stories everyone. Love x
This is my guardian angel story. Thinking back, it doesn't seem real, as I had never seen so many men walking down the railroad track, who weren't working on it. We had a craft shop about 2 blocks from home. One day, I went out the back door, headed for home. I saw these eight men walking in formation down the track. As I crossed the track, the men turned toward me. I was getting uneasy as I waited to get across the road when a black car stopped across the road, and a young man with black hair, leaned out the window, and asked me if I needed a ride. When he did that, the men again turned, and continued down the railroad track. I got across the road and thanked the man, and told him, I only had a short distance. I thought it was unusual that anybody would stop in my small town, and just at the right time. I'm sure he was an angel.
I attended the July 26 class; came away with the feeling: I understand the communal life of honeybees. Like many of you I've had previous spiritual events, so decided to open my mind and try. I purchased crystals (5), meditation cards (2 sets) and numerous books of "How To". You know....like preparing for a project. But during the class all I needed was an ink pen and a $4 notebook. What happened for me was "automatic writing", NOT what I expected. I tried on my own the next morning and had a stunning experience. Since then I meditate every morning when I first wake up and write it down in my journal. Most of it is personal. It has changed my life/perspective. I am calmer, less frightened of the political/social changes I see in the USA. The only person I've shared with is my daughter (who supports my journey) and I try not to overwhelm her with my visions. Its like I suddenly know how to speak Japanese (I don't).... I was raised to believe in Guardian Angels and life after death. I am in my 70s and now know these to be true. My favorite mantra is from the song Woodstock by Joni Mitchell: "We are stardust, we are golden....." Peace and love to all who join me in this journey