Pay Attention to the Signs
Depending on your belief system of life and death, you may or may not believe that souls communicate from the other side of the veil once they’ve passed on. If you doubt the fact of after death communication, I would invite you to keep an open mind and pay attention to the signs. Heck, don’t just pay attention to them – ASK FOR THEM.
I am reminded of a time in 1993 when I’d been married for two years and my husband and I were trying to conceive our first child. After one year of trying, I was getting pretty hopeless and down, doubting my physical issues and thinking that I was the cause of our seemingly infertile state. I joined a prayer group at church, and we began to pray for one another’s goals. As I repeated my prayers and affirmations, I asked my grandmother, who had crossed over, to help give me a sign that I was pregnant. About six weeks went by, and as I was counting a deposit at work, I found my sign. I had asked for a twenty dollar bill with my birth year on it (1969) to come into my life. Anyone who deals with money knows that most bills in circulation are quite new and older bills are pretty rare. I bought the $20 out of the deposit and stopped at my doctor’s office on the way home from work. You guessed it – I was pregnant!
Much of the time, those signs show up for us when we’re not expecting them. They are a little reminder from our loved ones that they are okay and that they are thinking of us. I’ve been experiencing those instances quite frequently since the recent deaths of my father and father in law.
My husband and I were out to lunch last week when a Santana song began to play over the sound system at the restaurant. Not out of the ordinary for a Mexican restaurant, but then the following song that played was the one that came on our IPod in the hospital right after George, my father in law, passed. We took note of it and then a short time later, the song that plays in the background of the online memorial I created for George began to play. I looked at Tim, my husband, and told him that I thought his father was trying to tell him something. The ever doubting skeptic looked at me, smiled and laughed it off.
He then received a phone call from the minister that was performing the memorial service to go over details. As they planned and spoke together with my mother in law, I could feel George’s presence very strong. Tim was tasked with finding music for the ceremony. As we returned to our meal, the song, “Somewhere in Heaven” began to play. This is the song that plays during the memorial video we made for the service. It is a very obscure song, beautiful in fact, but never a hit and I’ve never heard it played in public anywhere. Tim gasped in amazement and said, “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!”
Coincidence? Is there even such a thing? Is it coincidence then that after that song as we discussed music to play at the service other songs began to flood through the sound system we’ve never heard before that were spot on perfect for his father – a flamenco guitar rendition of Stairway to Heaven followed by a Latin version of Dust in the Wind. And even more so, was it coincidence that the restaurant sold this CD? We’ve been dining there for seven years, since it opened, and we’ve never seen music for sale. The waiter told us about the artist and when we checked the CD label it was recorded in La Mesa, CA, a few miles away from where George lived much of his life.
Other signs appeared. George’s ashes arrived a few hours before the service while both his sisters were at the house. We were not expecting them to be delivered till the following week, but in true form, George was never late for a party! The technical system went crazy at the service – mics came on and shut off, music was played while other songs were supposed to play. The video was delayed. But it was all divinely orchestrated and perfect in it’s own right – just like George.
I remember standing at the pulpit, waiting for the background music to begin to play so I could sing the song, “My Way.” The song did not start right away, but it was nice to have a few moments to catch my breath. As I did, I could feel George right next to me. The first few verses went fine, and then I began to shake. I had to hold onto the podium because I thought my legs might give way. I could fully feel his energy all around me, whirling around like the tornado he always has been. He chose that song to convey to everyone what his life meant to him. I began to cry through the second half of the song, but finished strong as his energy moved through me. I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but as you read the lyrics to the song, I think you’ll understand what George wanted everyone to understand:
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and ev’ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
“Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way”
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!
Allow your heart to be open to the signs. Watch for them. Ask for them. You’ve loved ones, guides and angels are always near, lovingly waiting to make known their presence.
Reactions in the Event of Death
This subject is a very “touchy” one and one that I do not take for granted or lightly by any means.
Is there a “right” and a “wrong” way to react in the event of death? I’ll let you be the judge of such things. Each of us has our own coping mechanisms, our own way of dealing with the feelings that come up when there is a death that affects us. The overwhelming waves of sadness, shock, grief, anger and rage can all be a part of reaction.
I write about this subject in the wake of the tragic school shootings in CT a few days ago. My sincere condolences to all the families affected by this senseless tirade go out. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain they must all be going through as well as those who witnessed this tragedy and all their friends and families connected to the event.
Within hours of the report of this violence, the debates began: gun control, mental health issues, political agendas, school safety, training our children for combat, etc. etc. etc. Sensationalism reigned over our news feeds and misinformation was delivered about many key details. More focus seemed to be on the person that caused this horrid act than was placed on the victims. With all of our technology available, from video live feed to internet, have we lost our sensitivity? Do we need to be privy to all details of how this event transpired, or can we trust our police officials to make the right decisions? Can we instead focus on the innocent children and adults who are no longer with us?
With the deathing work that I do, I have had the privilege of being at the side of many who have passed. I have also lost many who are very dear to me, most recently my father. When my father passed, all I wanted was to be comforted. I wanted to be held. I wanted to numb and not feel anymore. I wanted to remember every second I ever spent in the company of this remarkable man. I didn’t want to hear about the things he could’ve done differently regarding his health. I didn’t want to hear about cancer reforms or what political party was getting kickbacks from big pharma. All I wanted, really, was to remember his love. Had I experienced the negative reaction, I don’t know how I’d have been able to cope.
With the families of the loved ones I’ve assisted in transition, they also just wanted to honor and remember the person who’d passed. Many times with the uncomfortable emotions that death can stir, people can react in a variety of ways; some helpful, and some not quite so helpful. It is easy to push the sadness and grief away from the forefront and focus on other points to relieve the stress and anxiety.
Death is never easy, no matter which way it comes to pass. Whether it is a known inevitability or a sudden act, it is never easy for the ones left in it’s stead. Grieving is a vital part of the healing process. May we assist those within this process by sending them prayer, good energy and compassion.
I received and email from a student of mine that was quite broken up by the school shootings. She asked me how could God allow such terrible things to happen and what was the Angel’s perspective. I replied to her that I am far beyond the grasp of God’s divine understanding, but that I would bring forth what information came to me from the Angels. This is what came through:
“Were you to know the the reasons as to why this tragedy happened, would it make the pain suffered any less? Would the grief sustained be shortened in any way?
This is the time Dear Ones, to step out of your continual logical mind thinking and step fully and completely into your hearts. Embrace one another. Show love. Shine your light.
To heal these deep wounds requires bonding together, leaning on one another and holding each other tightly. It is not the time for arguing and negativity. It is the time for remembrance of what has been lost and comforting those in need.
Do not contemplate on things beyond your control or point blame. Center your energy instead on what is within your free will – Love; pure, simple, unconditional love.
Love shared with another is the greatest gift on Earth. Send your love freely to those who lost their lives and to their loved ones.”