Signs from our loved ones mean so much, because the human part of us needs reassurance and reminders.
Signs tell us that we’re not alone. Our passed on loved ones are still here with us.
May 17, 2021 at 12:33 p.m.
We are so much more than these bodies or this 3D world lead us to believe.
May 17, 2021 at 12:40 p.m.
To receive a sign is a gift of validation, bringing comfort and confidence.
May 17, 2021 at 12:44 p.m.
Like breadcrumbs in a forest, these hearts are leading us somewhere.
May 17, 2021 at 12:45 p.m.
Likely to a place where we see our hearts more, follow our hearts more, and appreciate our hearts’ beauty far more.
May 17, 2021 at 12:55 p.m. ~ Jim saying, I’m okay, mom. I’m flying free.
I am incredibly grateful.
Blessings and namaste, my friends 💕🙏💕
Jim and I are always talking; however, there are times when I know that what he has to say is not only for me. These are messages I will share here.
It could be another Being of Light has something to say, I will share those messages here, too. There are no time stamps. Whenever you read this message, it’s for you. If the words don’t resonate, then it’s not for you.
I believe we all have angels, guides, ancestors, and passed on loved ones around us at all times. The realm of Spirit is available and ready for us to reach out to. The catch? We have to ask. Spirit can only assist when given permission. When we ask, we are giving permission.
At times (often) I forget to ask. And asking Spirit is such an easy thing to do. It’s not like asking your cranky neighbor to drive you to the shops because your car is at the mechanics. Angels don’t roll their eyes at a request for aid. Our passed on loved ones and ancestors don’t grumble that they’re too busy to help. Spirit is always happy to assist us for our higher good. Our angels and guides are waiting for us to give permission and even drop us hints in the form of signs and synchronicities.
I know all this not because of Jim’s death. I know this because I’ve had three (that Magick number) NDEs. Near Death Experiences. The last one took place roughly seven years ago and it was a doozy.
What I was shown in this experience is that we are literally surrounded by Spirit at all times.
The Universe is genuinely overjoyed to help. The more open we are to be assisted, the more assistance that can be given.
We only need to ask.
When I remember to ask for clear, meaningful signs, like magic signs appear. When I have asked for help and it is for highest good, help always arrives.
It’s so easy, yet we often make it difficult.
Even more amazing than this though, is that I was shown that when we ask, when we give permission for Spirit to help us, it helps everyone.
Yep. Everyone.
When we allow our angels and guides to assist, they can bring us enlightenment, answers, signs, guidance, inspiration, and physical aid in the form of people and/or synchronistic events. Spirit often works through us, to help each other.
Allowing good to come to us has many benefits.
Our loads lighten. Our hearts lighten. Our burdens disappear. Our love grows. Our hearts open more. We can see life from a broader, higher perspective. Our spirit lifts, our consciousness lifts. We lift.
As we lift, everyone and everything lifts with us. The bar is raised. The joy spreads. Suffering in the world lessens. Happiness grows. Isn’t that beautiful? I love how real that feels: As we lift everyone and everything lifts with us 💕
Blessings and namaste, my friends 💕🙏💕
I began writing this post originally on November 17, 2019.
I believe we receive signs and messages from our passed on loved ones. Messages can come in the form of butterflies, birds, losing and then finding a piece of jewelry, and so many other ways that are as unique and special as those we have lost.
My son sends me hearts 💕
May 10, 2021
Meant to be working, the view out our window called to me. I captured this first image, marveling at the way the clouds seemed to be encircling the light of the sun.
8:43 p.m. on May 10, 2021
I’d just closed the window, heading through the kitchen, when I looked back at the view. I could see light shooting out in three, then four places, piercing through the clouds.
Of course, I ran back to the window and took more photos.
8:47 p.m. on May 10, 2021
Clouds move fast around here.
Right before me, a heart formed. A big, beautiful heart made of sunlight, shadow, and cloud took shape in the sky, literally within a minute.
8:47 p.m. on May 10, 2021
Blew my mind.
I am so grateful.
I wanted to share this photo with you, because I know that this gorgeous Heart in the Clouds isn’t only for me.
It’s a message of love for all of us.
Dear Soul, may the messages from your passed on loved ones be as clear as this one was for me.
Reciting this as a mantra in my head as if my life depends on it. It does.
May 22, 2021
Hard one today. Memories washing over me and I miss my son’s physical presence in this physical world.
One of my son’s t-shirts I couldn’t bear to part with. I’ve been using it as a paint cloth for the last 20 months. He would have never worn anything this colorful in life. Jim liked earth tones, blues, plain white, and black. He tells me that he’d now “wear it with pride.” He always knows what to say. I love you, Jim 💖
We have to trust our hearts, even through the brokenness. We need to listen to our hearts, because it’s through our hearts that our loved ones can communicate with us. And we absolutely must follow our hearts. For sure it’s our hearts that lead us back to our loved ones and back to ourselves.
Jim is flying free now. And he is an angel now. My angel.
He’s a part of my Light Community. He’s a part of my Spirit Tribe. We come from the same Galactic Family with the same origins and now he is one of my Guides. If there was a board of directors, he’d be an Executive Director.
It’s actually not too dissimilar to the structure described in the link below, only there’s no ego, so no one is “less than” or “better than” as it is in 3D.
My son is now the Executive Director on the Board of My Spirit Guides. His role in my life has actually expanded, even though it often feels like his role has diminished.
It doesn’t work this way only for me.
It works this way for everyone.
If you have lost someone you love like you breathe, a spouse, a true-love, a dear friend, your mother, father, brother, sister, or a precious child, they are now on your Spirit Board of Directors. I don’t know what position they hold in your “hierarchy,” but you likely do.
They are still looking out for you, or perhaps for the first time. They are around you and they give you signs. Sometimes we have to really pay attention and get out of our way to see or hear these signs. Other times the signs are glaringly obvious and quite loud.
One thing I know is that they want the very best for you. Because they love you so much. Even when you don’t feel it. They won’t give up and they’re never angry or upset with you.
They are always holding you in Love and Light.
Namaste, my friends 💟⭐️💟
Jim and I are always talking; however, there are times when I know that what he has to say is not only for me. These are messages I will share here.
There are no time stamps. Whenever you read this message, it’s for you. If the words don’t resonate, then it’s not for you.
I live by signs. I find meaning in what some don’t even see. I believe that everything happens for a reason and often that reason is beyond understanding in this 3D world.
I don’t know how to live any other way.
I don’t want to live any other way.
Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 5:26 p.m.Thursday, May 20, 2021 at 5:27 p.m. #1
I hung out the window a bit to get this last shot.
I believe we receive signs and messages from our passed on loved ones. Messages can come in the form of butterflies, birds, losing and then finding a piece of jewelry, and so many other ways that are as unique and special as those we have lost.
My son sends me hearts 💕
Running out of space on my cell. I take a lot of photos. I love nature, and I am grateful to live in an beautiful area. The catch is, just walking to the grocery store I might take upwards of twenty to thirty pics. This adds up.
Easy, right? Backup your photos, delete them off the cell. I used to be good at keeping up with this typical maintenance stuff.
Since Jim’s death, I’ve let the photos pile up. Some days it’s hard to look through the images of the past. Other days, I need to see a photo of my son, smiling, acting silly, pensive, annoyed…any mood. I just need to see him.
All my photos are safely backedup, but I kind of dragged my feet on the deleting them off the phone part. It’s a process, yes?
Even though I know it’s backed up, how can I delete a picture of my baby off my phone?
So. I haven’t deleted any photos of Jim. And I probably won’t. I’ll just get a new phone.
That was all a long way of saying that I’ve been going through photos from the past.
I ran across photos from the morning my husband and I left California.
Pretty grubby the both of us, eh? We can be excused under the circumstances, being that we just spent the day before clearing out the home where we had lived the last six years, whittled that down, and then shipped out a small portion of our lives to Europe.
We sat outside the Motel 6, seven am, awaiting the shuttle to LAX. It was a stunning morning.
How utterly California, eh?
A rare one with great big fluffy clouds. Not a typical sky in central California.
Looking through these photos…drifting through the emotions of the day…remembering how fragile I felt. The grief so fresh. It had only been two months. Two months since my son’s death. The beauty of these clouds and my husband, saved me that morning. That, and the Payday candy bar I had for breakfast.
It was more than even I knew at the time, though. As I look through the photos of that morning now, I can see the angels in these clouds. Again, telling me,
We’re here. You’re not alone. We aren’t leaving you. You are held in love.
And they weren’t the only ones who were with us.
Can you see the heart?
From the angle where I stood. The way the light and clouds gathered around us at that moment. From its branches, leaves, and even from its shadows, a heart formed. Jim was with us.
I didn’t see it at that moment. I felt it, though. And that’s more important, yes?
Here’s another thought, I wasn’t meant to see it at that moment. I was meant to see this beautiful Heart Tree at this moment.
Maybe I was meant to see it now, so I could share it with you.
This Heart Tree isn’t only for me. It’s for you, too. A message of love for all of us.
Our loved ones are still with us.
Dear Friend, may the messages from your spirit loved ones be as clear for you as this one is for me.
I titled this piece “5D Headspace.” It was inspired by a gift I received from Archangel Michael. You can read more about it in an upcoming post.
He showed me how nothing is in his way anymore. No struggle. No pressure. No judgement. No ego. No pain. No fear.
From the post (Spirit) Board of Directors, which you can find on this blog.
April 16, 2021
No fear? No judgement? No struggle?Can we even fully imagine what that must be like?
No. Nope. No way.
Not in 3D. We can’t fully imagine it. Even if we think we can, we can’t. In 3D, we come from a place where struggle, pressure, judgement, ego, pain, and fear are not only accepted, we “know” that it’s not even possible to live without them.
However, we can imagine living without judgement, fear, ego when we come from a 5D headspace. In a 5D headspace you know that separation is the whooper of all lies.
We are one.
Once you feel this truth in your bones, you cannot fully go back into 3D.
Interested?
So, how do we get into a 5D headspace?
One more question, have you heard the story about being stuck in a box?
You don’t even know how you got in there. You just woke up one day and realized “Holy moly, I’m trapped in a box!”
It’s not as bad as it seems, folks. Instructions have been provided!
Phew! 😅
That’s so lucky! Instructions, yes [insert fist pump here]. Normally, I don’t touch the stuff, but in this case I’ll make an exception. Hand them over, please.
Por supuesto que no podría ser tan fácil. Someone just handing you the instructions? Bah.
Look, you don’t have to “work” for it, either. Or struggle, strive, or any other word that sounds like a bunch of difficult, hard, annoying stuff. It’s really very simple. Es muy sencillo.
Uh oh. My Spidey senses are tingling again
The instructions on how to get out of the box are printed out neatly and accurately. The slight snag here is that they’re affixed to the outside of the box. And you’re on the inside of the [insert expletive here] box.
...’Cause darling without you All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the night sky Will never be enough Never be enough
Towers of gold are still too little
These hands could hold the world but it'll Never be enough Never be enough
For me, never never Never never Never For me, for me, for me Never enough Never enough Never enough...
~Benj Pasek & Justin Paul, for The Greatest Showman
It’s been nineteen months since my son’s death.
Some days are worse than others. Some days hurt less. And some days feel impossible.
Today is impossible.
It crushes as it did on September 22, 2019. In some ways the pain is unbelievably worse. Shock numbs (a bit).
The shock has worn off now.
The pain of loss is so excruciating, I don’t understand how it is that I am not sitting in a pool of my own blood.
Humans are amazing creatures. I often marvel at our resilience.
Listening to this song, Never Enough. It made me cry hard. You know those cries that have you gulping for air and covering your own mouth so the neighbors don’t hear you howl like a wild animal? That type of crying.
Because…life here on Earth…these brief lives we have…this sacred love we create and share with the special few…these moments so fleeting…in less than a blink, our breath is taken…
My son is an angel who lives on a spaceship 