When I’m traveling long distances, I like listening to my ITunes collection through my car stereo. I don’t have to bother with songs I don’t like and there aren’t any commercials to contend with. During a recent trip, one family member sent me a distinct warning. Four songs with the word “angel” in the title played in a row. That definitely got my attention, since my music is set to play randomly.
I let them know I was listening and told them to give me the next sign, which was The Kill (Bury Me) by Thirty Seconds to Mars and then Prayer by Disturbed. With my heart hammering in my chest, I put on my blinker and got into the slow lane, reducing my speed down to 5 mph below the speed limit. Moments later, a pickup truck buzzed past quickly, weaving back and forth in the lane with obvious signs of driver inebriation. After that, the next song that came on was Drive by Incubus and thenSlow Ride by Foghat. Message received, I drove a bit slower and made it home safely.
Thoughts That Aren’t Your Own
Often, we dismiss many of the messages we receive from our loved ones as our own internal monologue. I did this with my grandmother. In many ways, she was the voice of responsibility that seemed to run through my mind when I wasn’t doing what I should have been doing. It took me years to understand that it was HER and not ME telling me to “slow down!” when I was driving too fast or to “get off the computer and start getting ready or you’re going to be late!”
Ways to determine if this is your thoughts or helpful advice from a deceased friend or family member is to inspect the thought. Typically, if you were thinking this, you’d phrase it in the first person format, as in “I need to get ready or I’m going to be late,” instead of “You need to get ready or you’re going to be late.” When you get these mind messages, jot them down and see if a pattern emerges. Look for phrases or word usage that is not a part of your normal vocabulary. In my case, I asked my mother if Nanny was something of a worrier and she confirmed it for me.
A gift doesn’t have to be something purchased from a store. It could be a cherished moment or an act of serendipity. Have you ever been feeling down and then received a friendly call from a friend to see how you’re doing? Or perhaps your melancholy thoughts might have been interrupted by the sight of a beautiful cardinal landing on your fence post outside your window. Another gift could be a flower blooming out of season or a perfect white feather on your door stop.
For me, one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received came to me on Mother’s Day in 2012. I was feeling especially down. My grown kids made a brief visit to see me, but had work obligations for the rest of the day, leaving me home by myself. Since my own mother was 10000 miles away in Indiana, I moped around the house all day. I walked outside to get some fresh air and discovered a baby squirrel sitting on my step. Orphaned and abandoned, he needed the one thing I needed to give: mothering. I bottle fed him and eventually released him back into the wild, never doubting this was a gift from a loved one.
Meeting the Right People When You Need Them
Don’t think for a moment that it was coincidence that led you to the so-called chance meeting that changed your life. Think about your life, viewing it through the rear-view mirror. Was there ever a time when you really needed guidance, only to have exactly the right person come along to provide it for you? Mine came right after I wrote my 2014 book Bones in the Basement – Surviving the SK Pierce Haunted Victorian Mansion. A small local metaphysical shop offered to set up a book signing for me and I graciously accepted. While I was there, the shopkeeper noticed that many people were coming in and asking me questions about the paranormal world. We decided to set up a few Paranormal 101 classes, which led to me meeting a group of people who have become like family to me. I really needed those wonderful people to come into my life, and they came when I needed them most. While it’s easy to say that one thing simply led to another, I believe that one of my loved ones was providing nudges behind the scenes to make sure it happened.
Another example of this also involves my class. Lisa had a few friends, but none who shared her spiritual beliefs. Mere weeks after she started coming to our classes, her husband passed away. The group was wonderfully supportive, going to her house to sit with her and offering her support and friendship at a time when she needed it the most. A psychic medium from our group gave her supportive messages from her husband, helping her understand the depths of her husband’s love.
According to legendary psychic medium James Van Praagh, everybody attends their own funeral after they die.They will often roam around the room, offering comfort to their loved ones, trying to give them signs that they are peaceful in their passing.
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