After-death communications come in many forms. This true story reveals the first four I experienced, which were so blatant they broke through my skepticism.
My husband passed away 7 years ago. On his birthday following, my daughter had a dream where she saw him and asked him to let mom know he was okay since she cries all the time. He told her he would, soon. The next morning I left to go for a haircut, and as soon as I started the car, the song "Battle of the Green Berets" by Sgt. Barry Sadler came on! It was his favorite, and I hadn't heard it in years! I cried all the way to the salon. Another time I asked him to give me a sign about something...and all of a sudden the lights in our adjoining closets would not work, I tapped them, hit the switch numerous times, no dice. Need new bulbs, I thought. Later I came home, lights both worked fine. That was a year ago, still working. He also helped me decide on a new roof. I asked him the night before please help me..had to contractors lined up..one was coming the following afternoon to check out the roof, the other already drove by and gave me a price, wanted $2000 down in cash, I planned to get the cash the next morning. At 9am, the second contractor called could he come this morning, something came up, I said sure. He came, got up on the roof, checked all around, gave me a good price, only $400 check down was all. I went with them. Great job, over a year ago, no complaints, and sent me the balance bill AFTER the job was done!! I totally believe all that you have said...we are being watched and helped!!!
Hi Jeanne, I'm moved by the connection you continue to have with your husband. He's quite a good communicator. Your stories are excellent examples of asking for a sign and then staying aware of what that sign might be. In your case, it was a song, closet lightbulbs not working and then working again, and the perfect timing of a roof contractor. I appreciate you sharing your stories, because they help others see the possibilities.
Another great story. I have one about my mom. I can’t remember why , but i was thinking of her and especially missing her. I went outside to sit on the step of our deck and just in my thoughts was talking to my mom, when a tiny feather floated directly in front of me. Now i know, i was outside and birds lose feathers all the time, but i just knew it was a sign from my mom. And when i looked at the feather, it had a perfect heart on it. ( i wish i could show you, of course i saved it) Well, the tears started rolling because i knew in my heart that was my mom. I do often find feathers unexpectedly in odd places and always makes me smile, knowing my people are around me. 🥰
That's awesome, Francine. When you know, you just know. And a feather with a heart on it, come on, that tops the cake! I wrote a book that had a feather symbol in it, The Magic Mala. The main character's mother (who had passed) would use feathers as a sign of her presence to her son. That was a black crow's feather with a streak of white at the top. I'm so glad you saved your feather with the heart and keep finding feathers over time. I'm sure it makes your mother smile as well to know that you acknowledge these gifts she's sending you.
Hi Bob. This incident happened way back in 1970. I was a passenger riding down the highway at about 50 mph. While having a conversation with the other passenger in the back seat, and with no conscious intent, I fastened my seatbelt. In 1970 few people routinely wore seat belts and it wasn't required by law. I remember that the belt was very stiff from the lack of use. Anyway, less than a mile later we collided with a car driven by a drunk driver. Everyone was injured, including me, as my forehead hit the dashboard. (In those days there was no shoulder strap). Fortunately, no one's injuries were life threatening. Even though I wasn't spared completely, there's no doubt I would been thrown into the windshield had I not fastened the seatbelt moments earlier. Though I didn't 'hear' a prompt to buckle up, I'm certain my spirit guide was looking out for me. At the time, I was unaware of spirit guides, so I just thought of it as a cool coincident. Now I know better!
Hi Becky, that's a harrowing story. I too recall the 70s when few people wore seatbelts. This is another great example of how our guides communicate using intuition. Yes, it's an easy one to argue, yet why else did you suddenly fasten the seatbelt? The stiffness of it alone is evidence that it wasn't used often. As a private investigator, I had many cases where people were thrown through the windshield because they weren't wearing a seatbelt. I'm so glad you followed your intuitive impulse that day and are with us now to tell the story. I appreciate you sharing it with us.
Wow, that was a jaw-dropping story with the wild radio! I’ve had 2 for sure ADCs. The first was in 1986 after my Dad died. He was meticulous about his lawn and loved riding his mower around the property. I lived 10 miles away and was driving to my Mom’s to mow the lawn shortly after his death. I was nearly there and going across railroad tracks when I got his unmistakable scent filling my car. My windows were rolled up, so it was nothing from outside. I’ve noticed that some people have a very clear scent about them, not good or bad, it’s just their unique scent. Well, this was his. And several years earlier he had gotten the township to erect railroad lights at the exact location that I noticed his scent. He was proud of that. He and I didn’t have much of a relationship so I was surprised to get a visit, but I said hi and thanks for visiting. I believe he was thanking me for going to mow his lawn and doubly getting my attention at “his” railroad crossing.
The other incident was in 2013 following my sister’s lengthy illness and death. She asked what sign I would like from her when she visited me after her death. We both liked the color periwinkle but all I could think of was periwinkle dots. She kept after me to come up with something more dramatic or interesting and I weirdly couldn’t think of anything else. Several weeks after her death I was visiting Providence, RI, on a retreat. My husband and I took a walk around the city one day and kept commenting on the abundant, mammoth hydrangea blossoms that were seemingly everywhere on our walk. I’d never seen them so huge. And by now you know what color they were—periwinkle! It finally dawned on us that she took us down paths that were “dotted” in periwinkle in the most beautiful way. It surprises me now how often I see bunches of round periwinkle blossoms of all types. I always know she’s checking in. Also that weekend, out of 110 people, I was the grand prize winner of a really special painting that was part of our retreat. I have a strong feeling she influenced that, too.
I'm so grateful for you sharing these clear and touching after-death communications. There's so much we can learn from them. Like mine, the scent while driving, and the very distinct scent of your father (not something that can be easily duplicated). Aroma is such a common one that I think many people miss. The coincidence of it happening at just the right spot, the railroad crossing. Excellent perception skills. And then the periwinkle blossoms. Fantastic! Nice work, sis, and thanks for the win of the beautiful painting. Thanks for telling your stories, and might I mention that your talent for writing and storytelling is superb! I doubt I'm the first person to notice, but I'd like to add my name to the list of people encouraging you to see yourself as a writer (if you're not already).
Thank you so much for your kind words, Bob! It's been decades since I've heard this encouragement. My first love was painting pictures with words, now I use watercolors! Many, many years ago I obtained an English degree with a writing emphasis. I envisioned writing as a career. And I did do much writing, but not in any major sense. The reason was partly that other opportunities came along, but if I'm honest, it's because writing is such hard work! I appreciate you and all other good writers for this reason. The easy part is getting the initial thoughts down, but the construction, turning a phrase for more interest, placement and order of thoughts, adherence to rules, is simply hard work and time consuming! It makes me a great appreciater of the stories you weave.
You're probably underestimating your writing talent, but painting with watercolors is an equally admirable expression of your creativity. If you're having fun with it, that's what matters. Wish I had that ability. I'm always amazed how we start down one path and end up on another. What a mysterious blessing life can be. Thank you for your kindness. I'm enjoying myself, so I think we're both very fortunate.
My ADC was requested. I played a game with my husband, okay next song on the radio is from you to me. It may help to know when I asked I would be listening to his station on the radio. We did not listen to the same music in the physical but we did have some artists in common Billy Joel, Huey Lewis and the News. Every time the song would be a song from an artist in common or one I loved hearing him sing aloud. After a few years of his passing I wanted something really special so I said okay this is the last request so make it a good one. The next song that came on the radio, I had never heard before so I took note to look it up (this was while driving down the road). I made mental note of some of the lyrics and when I was able I googled the lyrics and the song that played was Over the Hills and Far Away Led Zeppelin. Then I googled the meaning of the song the first response was about a man who was in love so much with his lady, then it evolves to live a great life. Either way it was a perfect last response to my request.
Hi Autumn, I LOVE that story. The details are especially important here. The meaning of that Zeppelin song could not have been better chosen. I looked it up. It's the perfection of spirit. Gave me chills. I appreciate you sharing this extraordinary example of an ADC.
My husband passed away 7 years ago. On his birthday following, my daughter had a dream where she saw him and asked him to let mom know he was okay since she cries all the time. He told her he would, soon. The next morning I left to go for a haircut, and as soon as I started the car, the song "Battle of the Green Berets" by Sgt. Barry Sadler came on! It was his favorite, and I hadn't heard it in years! I cried all the way to the salon. Another time I asked him to give me a sign about something...and all of a sudden the lights in our adjoining closets would not work, I tapped them, hit the switch numerous times, no dice. Need new bulbs, I thought. Later I came home, lights both worked fine. That was a year ago, still working. He also helped me decide on a new roof. I asked him the night before please help me..had to contractors lined up..one was coming the following afternoon to check out the roof, the other already drove by and gave me a price, wanted $2000 down in cash, I planned to get the cash the next morning. At 9am, the second contractor called could he come this morning, something came up, I said sure. He came, got up on the roof, checked all around, gave me a good price, only $400 check down was all. I went with them. Great job, over a year ago, no complaints, and sent me the balance bill AFTER the job was done!! I totally believe all that you have said...we are being watched and helped!!!
Hi Jeanne, I'm moved by the connection you continue to have with your husband. He's quite a good communicator. Your stories are excellent examples of asking for a sign and then staying aware of what that sign might be. In your case, it was a song, closet lightbulbs not working and then working again, and the perfect timing of a roof contractor. I appreciate you sharing your stories, because they help others see the possibilities.
Another great story. I have one about my mom. I can’t remember why , but i was thinking of her and especially missing her. I went outside to sit on the step of our deck and just in my thoughts was talking to my mom, when a tiny feather floated directly in front of me. Now i know, i was outside and birds lose feathers all the time, but i just knew it was a sign from my mom. And when i looked at the feather, it had a perfect heart on it. ( i wish i could show you, of course i saved it) Well, the tears started rolling because i knew in my heart that was my mom. I do often find feathers unexpectedly in odd places and always makes me smile, knowing my people are around me. 🥰
That's awesome, Francine. When you know, you just know. And a feather with a heart on it, come on, that tops the cake! I wrote a book that had a feather symbol in it, The Magic Mala. The main character's mother (who had passed) would use feathers as a sign of her presence to her son. That was a black crow's feather with a streak of white at the top. I'm so glad you saved your feather with the heart and keep finding feathers over time. I'm sure it makes your mother smile as well to know that you acknowledge these gifts she's sending you.
Hi Bob. This incident happened way back in 1970. I was a passenger riding down the highway at about 50 mph. While having a conversation with the other passenger in the back seat, and with no conscious intent, I fastened my seatbelt. In 1970 few people routinely wore seat belts and it wasn't required by law. I remember that the belt was very stiff from the lack of use. Anyway, less than a mile later we collided with a car driven by a drunk driver. Everyone was injured, including me, as my forehead hit the dashboard. (In those days there was no shoulder strap). Fortunately, no one's injuries were life threatening. Even though I wasn't spared completely, there's no doubt I would been thrown into the windshield had I not fastened the seatbelt moments earlier. Though I didn't 'hear' a prompt to buckle up, I'm certain my spirit guide was looking out for me. At the time, I was unaware of spirit guides, so I just thought of it as a cool coincident. Now I know better!
Hi Becky, that's a harrowing story. I too recall the 70s when few people wore seatbelts. This is another great example of how our guides communicate using intuition. Yes, it's an easy one to argue, yet why else did you suddenly fasten the seatbelt? The stiffness of it alone is evidence that it wasn't used often. As a private investigator, I had many cases where people were thrown through the windshield because they weren't wearing a seatbelt. I'm so glad you followed your intuitive impulse that day and are with us now to tell the story. I appreciate you sharing it with us.
Wow, that was a jaw-dropping story with the wild radio! I’ve had 2 for sure ADCs. The first was in 1986 after my Dad died. He was meticulous about his lawn and loved riding his mower around the property. I lived 10 miles away and was driving to my Mom’s to mow the lawn shortly after his death. I was nearly there and going across railroad tracks when I got his unmistakable scent filling my car. My windows were rolled up, so it was nothing from outside. I’ve noticed that some people have a very clear scent about them, not good or bad, it’s just their unique scent. Well, this was his. And several years earlier he had gotten the township to erect railroad lights at the exact location that I noticed his scent. He was proud of that. He and I didn’t have much of a relationship so I was surprised to get a visit, but I said hi and thanks for visiting. I believe he was thanking me for going to mow his lawn and doubly getting my attention at “his” railroad crossing.
The other incident was in 2013 following my sister’s lengthy illness and death. She asked what sign I would like from her when she visited me after her death. We both liked the color periwinkle but all I could think of was periwinkle dots. She kept after me to come up with something more dramatic or interesting and I weirdly couldn’t think of anything else. Several weeks after her death I was visiting Providence, RI, on a retreat. My husband and I took a walk around the city one day and kept commenting on the abundant, mammoth hydrangea blossoms that were seemingly everywhere on our walk. I’d never seen them so huge. And by now you know what color they were—periwinkle! It finally dawned on us that she took us down paths that were “dotted” in periwinkle in the most beautiful way. It surprises me now how often I see bunches of round periwinkle blossoms of all types. I always know she’s checking in. Also that weekend, out of 110 people, I was the grand prize winner of a really special painting that was part of our retreat. I have a strong feeling she influenced that, too.
I'm so grateful for you sharing these clear and touching after-death communications. There's so much we can learn from them. Like mine, the scent while driving, and the very distinct scent of your father (not something that can be easily duplicated). Aroma is such a common one that I think many people miss. The coincidence of it happening at just the right spot, the railroad crossing. Excellent perception skills. And then the periwinkle blossoms. Fantastic! Nice work, sis, and thanks for the win of the beautiful painting. Thanks for telling your stories, and might I mention that your talent for writing and storytelling is superb! I doubt I'm the first person to notice, but I'd like to add my name to the list of people encouraging you to see yourself as a writer (if you're not already).
Thank you so much for your kind words, Bob! It's been decades since I've heard this encouragement. My first love was painting pictures with words, now I use watercolors! Many, many years ago I obtained an English degree with a writing emphasis. I envisioned writing as a career. And I did do much writing, but not in any major sense. The reason was partly that other opportunities came along, but if I'm honest, it's because writing is such hard work! I appreciate you and all other good writers for this reason. The easy part is getting the initial thoughts down, but the construction, turning a phrase for more interest, placement and order of thoughts, adherence to rules, is simply hard work and time consuming! It makes me a great appreciater of the stories you weave.
You're probably underestimating your writing talent, but painting with watercolors is an equally admirable expression of your creativity. If you're having fun with it, that's what matters. Wish I had that ability. I'm always amazed how we start down one path and end up on another. What a mysterious blessing life can be. Thank you for your kindness. I'm enjoying myself, so I think we're both very fortunate.
My ADC was requested. I played a game with my husband, okay next song on the radio is from you to me. It may help to know when I asked I would be listening to his station on the radio. We did not listen to the same music in the physical but we did have some artists in common Billy Joel, Huey Lewis and the News. Every time the song would be a song from an artist in common or one I loved hearing him sing aloud. After a few years of his passing I wanted something really special so I said okay this is the last request so make it a good one. The next song that came on the radio, I had never heard before so I took note to look it up (this was while driving down the road). I made mental note of some of the lyrics and when I was able I googled the lyrics and the song that played was Over the Hills and Far Away Led Zeppelin. Then I googled the meaning of the song the first response was about a man who was in love so much with his lady, then it evolves to live a great life. Either way it was a perfect last response to my request.
Hi Autumn, I LOVE that story. The details are especially important here. The meaning of that Zeppelin song could not have been better chosen. I looked it up. It's the perfection of spirit. Gave me chills. I appreciate you sharing this extraordinary example of an ADC.