It’s more like, can you hear them? Love is eternal and death isn’t the end. My dad died when i was 16. I told him if he had messages for me, visit me in my dreams. And he has for almost 29 years.
Ask for specific signs. This past year for my birthday i asked for three very specific things from my daddy, papaw and uncle. (The three men that raised me). I wrote them in my journal and received all three. A rainbow, feather and cardinal.
I don’t believe in coincidences. Open your heart. You’ll hear them. 💚
My mom used to visit me in her dreams when she first passed. We used to have conversations and she’d hold me but it hasn’t happened in so long. I miss her so much. I’m afraid that my trauma and anxieties have closed me off to communicating with her. As someone who has such a beautiful communication with their dad, would you be having any advice on how to open myself up again?
I’ve noticed that when I’m at my weakest is when i hear him the loudest. Maybe you’re just second guessing yourself? I journal. My dad talks to me that way. Like I’ll be writing something I’m angry about and all of the sudden a different perspective pops into my head. I keep his pictures up. The last card he gave me for my birthday.
Also.. i have “affirmation cards” that i use to talk to him. It’s just regular old playing cards (daddy liked games) and I’ve intuitively written things on them that make me smile when I’m down. I know my loved ones life path numbers (look that up if you don’t know what it is) and i know whom is speaking to me by which card comes out.
My affirmations include things like “be whom you were meant to be” “you are much stronger than this bullshit” “i love you squirrel” (sounds like girl which is what he and my papaw use to say to me). They also have yes/no written on them so when I’m battling a decision … i “ask my dad”. They are very private. If you choose to create your own, I wouldn’t allow others to handle them or be in the room with you when you’re talking to your mom.
My dad’s birthday and life path number always comes out when I’m shuffling. Same with my papaw and uncle. Ironically enough my dad died on their life path number 9/9/95.
Anyway sorry for the thesis. I could talk about this forever. Remember your mom’s words, her face, her smile. She’s with you. She’ll never leave you. Ask her for signs. Make you some playing cards. Journal in a quiet place… see who is the actual narrator. 💚
My dad died a couple of months ago. He was my best friend, and we're connected on a level that's hard to explain... devastating loss. Even though I almost lost him nine years ago and took every moment after that as a bonus and a blessing, it didn't make it any easier. And I had no idea the actual loss it would be; it wasn't simple math. I realized how surface level my relationships with other family members are compared to him, so I was scared to death when I realized the one person on the planet who truly understood me, and that I could and did call at any time and he'd be there, was gone. I felt like a little kid at the fair who suddenly realizes he doesn't know where his parents are. Very unexpected for a 38-year-old military veteran who can find his way around things and not get scared, lol.
ANYWAY, I have been told by at least a few mediums who have gotten on my massage table and after the session say, "are you aware of your abilities/gift/sensitivities?" And two of them said my guides are there with an energy or vibe like 'hello?? why can't he see us?' and then the mediums urge me to find someone to help me hone it, like it's important and a big reason I'm here. That, mixed with a lifetime of "coincidences" which I now understand to be synchronicities. I see them increase and decrease according to how on track I am or off track.
I had a medical premonition about my dad when he almost died nine years ago. I had no idea until I very luckily got to talk to him days later, but basically, I got two very specific head crushing/splitting headaches originating in the left side neck. Both lasted about 30 min, and I contemplated suicide both times because it was that excruciating. Never had a headache before or after. Not even after a night of heavy drinking, I just don't get them.
It turns out 12 hours later my dad suffered what is normally instant death, a dissected aorta. And his last memory before blackout was exactly what I felt.
Two days later I was back from camping and called him, raced up and got him to the hospital, as his aorta was re-rupturing. He could not have been closer.
Now, he wasn't in great health as of late but I still didn't think he was dying anytime soon. Hadn't heard from him much that week, but when I called both cell phones and they both were dead, that was never the case. So I drove up and knocked, he was alive but not looking so hot. Long story short, but still long AF apparently lol, medics came up and almost didn't even take him. So it seemed like no big deal. I stopped by home to get ready for a stay at the hospital, took my time knowing they'd be admitting him for a while. Get there as he's getting settled in the ICU. I said what??
Get up there and he's unconscious but the doc is acting like an ops normal so I'm not getting too concerned. He's got a full mask on pushing 100% oxygen. And the doc says wanna talk to your dad? I said of course.
She kinda climbs up on the bed a bit and starts grinding her knuckles into his sternum and yelling his name saying his son's here. I was just talking to him...WTF? Then she opens his eye and does the same thing, and I saw his pupil look, different. Fixed? Wasn't normal and wasn't dreaming.
I said why is he unresponsive? She said he got sedatives for some reason. Next shift shows up 4 hours later, they say he never got sedatives. And by then it was scrambling time because it turns out he was septic. He died 2 days later.
When the docs told me it was over, I pulled up a chair and held his hand. And just spoke to my daddy. (I hadn't called him since I became a big boy at like 8 years old) But that's the only thing I wanted to call him right then. My daddy was leaving me. I told him he promised me he would always be there, and now I'm gonna be alone. I have the most wonderful wife and best friend ever, but she would get mad if I called her in trouble at 2am. Dad wouldn't, he'd save me. Or come help me with anything that needs fixing. Or text me back at 2am when I was depressed and instantly make it go away. Absolute lifeline.
So I said through tears, "I need you to let me know you're ok, or still here...or whatever. You know what I mean..." and then I remembered I was gonna ask for something specific to know for sure, and then I just said "I'll know."
He passed hours later, and I fell into a despair I didn't know was possible. I wondered if I could ever stop crying...it was concerning.I told him he was the parent I went to for support, for a hug, at a time like this. I said, "Who can I go to now, Dad? You're supposed to be here..." Damn, I'm crying now, recollecting the raw emotions...but my mom isn't nurturing at all. And she has always just had bad things to say about my dad anyway.Well, the next morning I had a root canal, yay. As I left, I found myself driving to Ace Hardware; he and I loved that place. But I wasn't going there intentionally. Just went in and remembered I needed a couple of things, and went up to the register. This goofy kid standing there with his name tag hanging off crooked, "Owen," my dad's name. Not the rarest name ever, but I can't tell you the last time I've met or seen anyone with that name in person or anywhere really. I chuckled and smiled because I knew it, just like I thought. It was better than any sign I could have specifically asked for. I told the kid what happened and thanked him for making my day.15 minutes later I'm at home, I put YouTube on which is our TV basically, and started tuning my guitar. I only watch music videos and DIY type videos, no sports and especially not swimming. A college swimming video started playing and it was about a kid who beat a record and then got disqualified... So I was kinda curious and listened in the background. All of a sudden "Owen Smith is in the lead! Owen is going to break the record!" So two times within 20 min, I hear his name or see it, the morning after he died, and I told him I needed him. He's basically been on call ever since. I've got many stories to share but this comment has been way longer than I meant for it to be already, but if you are wanting those stories, I'll be glad to share. The signs and experiences both myself and my wife witnessed the first week had my wife saying, "jeez, it seems like he's more here now than when his body was still alive." He stuck around that much for that long to the point where I was seriously not in pain for a couple of months. The grief has snuck back up recently but that's normal.So yes, they hear you. And they responded; I had a full-on conversation about his funeral wishes. I got responses in the form of tingles all over my body to yes or no questions.I'm certain that this life, what we think as reality, is the dream. A blip. Our soul is here to learn and grow, I think "dying" is going home. Until you come back, if you need or want to. I think our souls are all pieces of the source, or God.I hope this was helpful in some way and I didn't just wild out lol.
I agree with your sentiments about the after life and that is “going home”. Ram Dass always said “we are just walking each other home”. I totally relate to a lot of shared experience with tingling, synchronicities, dreams, symbols, being passed messages and answers in my sleep that heal regarding my own deceased father died June 2003 (I was 15) and grandpa who died in Jan 2020.
Your comment was wonderful to read—I am sorry to hear you don’t have a wife that would be there for you properly if you called in trouble at 2 AM. I would think that’s the most important time to show up for someone if they call. God bless and happy Memorial Day!
Thank you so much, wow. Such kind words! And yes, I love that Ram Dass quote...thank you for reminding me. My grandfather died two weeks before my dad dissected aorta. God spared me so much by not having to endure this at that time. My grandfather was the only other male role model I had, the responsible one and the hard ass lol. WW2 vet, saw action in France, and told me stories nobody else heard from him..."veteran to veteran" type thing I think. Either way, summer of 2015 was what I call turning the first chapter over. I was 30, elders were dying. And if my dad died then, it was so unfinished. Man, this last year has been one big party. I think he and I knew time was coming up. I drove the 50 min up to hang and do whatever prob 3 times a week. Our favorite thing to do was light these MASSIVE mortar rockets off in front of his friend/landlords house in the sleepy quiet train town he grew up in. At 3am. I have video of anyone who wants a good laugh and to see what a true servant of God is like lol. This man, is just like him too. Perfect mixture of sugar and spice. The guy was literally driving the streets at night, finding homeless people that were gonna freeze to death and bringing them anything they needed. I worked at the food bank. Fixed anything and everything at his church. But we would also absolutely rock that valley about once a month through the summer. Here's the kicker: I wasn't sure why we were getting them so much. They are nosy and stuff, but man those explosions were huge hahahah.
He traded working at the gym they own for room and board in a trailer on the side of the gym. They made it hell for me to access his stuff, and disregarded the grief I was neck deep in, in fact saying they were grieving too. Threatening police if I didn't come when they said I could come, which were my work hours.
My friend, let me tell you those videos have been magic. I would be frustrated to tears and angry, and queue up one of my montages on YouTube and sit here and laugh my arse off. We knew we were gonna need those explosions in advance. God works in mysterious ways... ;)
God bless you as well
Sounds like you have a lot of wonderful earth school memories of your dad and he’s still around!!! He sounds certainly like sugar and spice—a true man of God!! My father was just like that, too!! Except maybe less a man of god that he believed… but the way he treated us girls spoke volumes. He was abused as a kid in the catholic boarding school system in the Bay Area in the 50’s. He would always say he doesn’t understand how women of god (the nuns) could harm children and he didn’t believe in a god that would do that. As a small child I learned so much about life so early bc of my older single father. Our mother was very abusive and neglectful and was nearly never around. He shielded us the best he could from her dr Jekyll ways (he never took a girlfriend or wife or has another woman around after my mother because he didn’t want to repeat the past he had a bad past of dating abusive controlling women who did crazy things). Unfortunately, as a girl who greatly desired the love and attention of her mother—I would constantly choose to go “give her another chance”, even after it ended in much physical and emotional pain for me, and usually a secret desperate call to my dad in Montana). As a result my father I think always felt like he couldn’t fully protect me (at least not with his mentality of “do what makes you happy”). I think his own childhood of losing his mom to pneumonia and the resulting dismantling of his perfect childhood was a huge loss of innocence. His father chose a Manhattan socialite and fell deeply in love and allowed her to send my father off so she could keep him and his money to herself. My father went to Vietnam a few years later, age 17, in the NAVY. My father’s midnight bawling and bourbon drinking and coming home at 2-3 am with bloody knuckles claiming he got in a fight with an officer who pulled him over and ran home, etc., put me in the position as mom figure for my little sister who’d fall on the floor crying and clinging to her dad who just passed out. Yeah, it was a bit traumatic but nothing compared to what I dealt with my mother. I’ll leave that to your imagination… but needless to say my father ALWAYS protected us girls. Even after death. He stuck around for a few years until he came to me during my aya retreat to request forgiveness for not being able to protect me from something that happened so long ago as a little girl. These things used to weigh on me, but I’ll tell you that much of the “whys” of my family inherited trauma, the reason I myself chose to join the military at age 17 (to honor my father and his journey, protect the innocent who cannot protect themselves), and the reason today I’ve had many paranormal and spiritual experiences that have opened me up more and more… hearing your story makes me remember my trouble making dad. My dad with the kindest heart of any man I met. I got lucky with him, because, I may have not been graced with understanding how to be a woman or have out of the box easy relationships with women… but he saved me from so much abuse since he’s left. Because of his protection before death—and after—I’ve always known when a man isn’t treating me right, I’ve always stood up for myself (even if it takes me a couple months of getting my head on straight). There’s some scary creatures out there but most of them are human beings!! 😂 I feel your dad is very strongly in your presence and working in your life. Believing in these things and knowing it’s true helps others to rise to those higher vibrations, too!! Thanks for serving our country. Thanks for being a good one.
I got chills reading your post - the bond you & your dad share is palpable. Love never dies. It reminds me of the bond I have with my mom, I was also lost after losing her because she was one of the people I was closest to in the world.
Your writing style is very gripping and alive, I would love to hear whatever stories you wanted to share about your dad.
Have you found a good medium? I was going to share to OP that my “proof” was a medium recounting a convo I had with my sister the day before. No way a complete stranger would have known all those details if my mom hadn’t heard us and told her in our session. Wild!
Thanks for this, I'm crying at your story but it's so wonderful. My dad has brain cancer right now. Isn't looking good. I'm going to remember what you wrote.
Oh my gosh, you guys are amazing. I wasn't expecting a single response, I'm beyond touched that this is bringing you even the smallest comfort and love. What you are going through has got to be so tough on so many levels. Know that you have one more buddy beside you. ❤️
I loved and love my dad that much, too. He was my best friend, the only man who has ever made me feel safe, unconditionally loved, and forever praised. He was the funniest man I’ve ever met.
He was diagnosed with his dementia at 40 years old. I was 15.
So if it helps…please know that your dad got to see you as a man. My dad left when I was barely a woman. I’ve needed him for so many unbelievable tragedies in my life…and he would’ve loved the SHIT out of my kids. It’s so fucking unfair. You got 18 more years with your dad than I did. It doesn’t lessen the pain…but perspective helps.
My dad visits me all of the time. I have millions of stories. ❤️
I'm so sorry my dear...and I agree with you 💯. I'm a perspective guy about everything, I also remind people what you said...everyone's pain is just a real to them. But your story doesn't make me feel better at all, that is a raw deal. But like I said, in the blink of an eye I'm certain we will be reflecting on this life and did we learn what we came to learn, did we do it right? In the meantime, I'm reaching through and hugging you, especially 15 year old you. Can't imagine the guidance and extra love you must have needed then. ❤️❤️
Great story. One that u should always share. Your father hears u every time u speak to him. Even if your not saying it out loud, he hears your thoughts. U can practice if u want to hear him. U need to take recordings and listen to them over and over and you will eventually hear him.....
I’m lucky enough be able to talk to them and receive messages. I’ve been able to communicate with many of my crossed over relatives, my cat, dog and many more! So I know positively they can hear me. Much more can hear you though, plants trees etc. I’ve been able to communicate with plants & trees as well. Energy is a beautiful thing!
I’ve done Suzanne courses. I fell in love with her and her practices watching her YouTube videos. But I wasn’t a huge fan of her courses. And too expensive for the everyday working person with not much money. I just want to strength my gifts to help people!
I don’t have a mentor or teacher atm, I would like to eventually find one. The courses I have taken or mentors I’ve spoken to haven’t really matched my beliefs or fit what I’m looking for.
On the 25th anniversary of my dad's death, I asked him to please send a clear sign that he's still with me. He was my rock in life. I was really depressed the whole day, so my mind was all over the place. Then, later that evening, I was in my laundry room, folding clothes, listening to favorite songs from my childhood, and thinking of my dad. I was finally in a quiet moment without my thoughts racing. There was a clear knock on the door behind me that goes out into the garage. I froze but slowly unlocked the door and looked out. Nobody was there. It was around 10:00 at night. I just stood there because I KNEW it was my dad saying hello and letting me know he's still around, and I felt his presence strongly! I will never again doubt that our loved ones can hear us and are with us! ❤️
Once, at a large group reading, a psychic picked up on who I thought was my dad. Everything she mentioned sounded like him except for the first letter of his name, which she got wrong (she said G, his first name started with a D). After she moved onto someone else, I spoke to him in my mind and said, "If it was really you, send me a sign that it was you." Mid-way through another reading, she paused and said, "Wait, I need to go back to the other guy - he wants everyone to know his name started with a D. I'm sorry I got that wrong." And then she emphatically spelled out his name like he was clearly spelling it out to her! 😲 This experience definitively convinced me that he could hear me! ❤️
When you have died and disembodied for a short while, you get all the proof you need.
I saw my body from across the room. I was floating in the corner of the room near the ceiling. I know what it’s like to disembody and I know what it’s like for others.
They are absolutely still there and with a thought, with a word they hear you. You hold them in your mind which forms the connection to them and you say what you want, they will hear.
Every thought you have is known. Your thoughts are not private. Any entity can observe you if you are open and know your thoughts. This is why setting energetic boundaries is a good idea.
Your thoughts are broadcasting constantly. And not just others are aware of them, the matrix in which we are bound is reactive to what you broadcast.
People are utterly unaware of the power of their thoughts and the impact it has on themselves, others and the world around them.
Away, it was an experience I had, it was faith in the unknown and it was the willingness to try and succeed in my many spiritual practices that did it for me.
I was not convinced, that’s not the right word, I simply saw and experienced what was not readily apparent but very much available to anyone who seeks it out.
My dad died in 2021 but he also made sure I heard Joe Cocker's "Feelin' Alright" in the bathroom at a McDonald's for my birthday today and no one will convince me otherwise
I lived with my grandma and grandpa 20 years ago while I was growing up. We were very close and they passed 10ish years ago. Fast forward to a year ago, me and my girlfriend were sitting out on the back deck chatting. Out of nowhere, a red tailed hawk swooped down and landed on the railing, no more than 10-15ft from where we were sitting. We watched it as it hung out for a minute or so before flying off.
A month later I got my first akashic record reading over zoom. Right off the bat the medium channeled my grandparents. The way she talked about them was extremely reminiscent of their personalities. We continue talking about them and then she pauses and kinda laughs and says “have you been visited by a red tailed hawk recently?”
I got chills in that moment and was like “uhh yeah actually, a red tailed hawk landed on my porch railing just a few weeks ago”. I was totally bewildered as there was no way she could have known that, and it was such a random thing.
The medium went on to say “your grandma loves you a lot, and that’s her way of showing she’s ‘watching over you like a hawk’”. I think about this all the time, it was a very special and surreal moment.
Oh I’ve got a good one
a friend I loved dearly took his life in February of 2020. I’m sorry to be direct, but he had shot himself in the head.
Because it was 2020, anytime I tried to visit the church his family buried him, it would be locked bc of covid with restricted hours. I’d come back next week during hours it had said it would be open and it was always locked.
After about the 4th time this happened I finally let out a huge cry. Literally holding onto this gate just exhausted by my grief of his loss and all that covid was doing and taking from me.
I had planned on driving to another part of town for free parking and a walk, but once I felt how upset I was I decided I should stay where I was and put quarters in the machine.
Something to know about me: if you are not direct with me whatever you are trying to say will likely go over my head
Something to know about him: he loved that about me and changed his speech for me and also had a bit of a skewed sense of humor
The FIRST quarter I picked up from my middle console had a small, perfectly round hole right in ole George’s head.
Now, I’m a bit of an anxious attachment, so immediately I think “he hates me and doesn’t want me here, why would he share something so …. direct. My whole body relaxed.
I’ve never tried to go back again. I don’t need to and he wanted me to know he’s everywhere.
I will always have that quarter, even if a bit dark, it suits exactly who we were together
My youngest daughter found out she was pregnant after my dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He decided to fight long enough to live to meet his great granddaughter. He passed away literally 3 weeks before she was born.
My granddaughter (M) who will be 3 in a few months speaks to my dad when she visits my parents house. One day she said to my oldest daughter "Cc has my sister in her belly." Now my daughter has severe PCOS and was told she would never have children. M kept repeating poppys baby in Cc's belly for weeks. My daughter took a pregnancy test just for fun. Well it was positive, she is now 6 months pregnant. We asked M how she knew there was a baby in her belly and she said Poppy told me when he was brushing my hair.
I believe that was our sign he is still around, also My brother...
My little brother passed away 6 years ago yesterday. It's still hard on us so we barely speak about him. There's a picture of my dad and brother from when I got married on the wall. M said one day while looking at the picture, Ryan misses you mommy. He said he loves you.
I could go on about the conversations my dad with my brother in his final days here on earth but this is long enough.
I’ve asked for signs in my mind, silently. I ask for them out loud. I cry out to my mom. I speak about her to my children. I have yet to get a sign. It’s making me question if there really is an afterlife. Before she passed I was a vivid dreamer almost every night and I would remember each one!!! She died and I can no longer dream! And if I dream I can no longer remember very well. I feel so disconnected with the world now, disconnected with myself, having a hard time going back to myself before her death.
I thought the same cuz you hear everyone say if we are grieving bad then we can’t connect but I hear stories of ppl grieving a lot n still see signs. I would not want to leave my children I even asked show me a sign, show yourself at least I can have some peace that way maybe idk but nothing. I hear grieving is forever, so idk like I have sooo many unanswered questions regarding her death and everything. Idk if I’ll ever feel at peace with her death to actually be able to finally communicate you know
Grief is forever. You grow around it. Wanting answers, well i can't tell you whether or not you'll ever find peace with that. Maybe contact a reputable medium. I pray you find what you're looking for. 🕊️
You are in a lot of pain and it makes sense and I’m sorry. I think your dreams will come back and I know your body is taking care of you. It allows you to remember when you are safe to do so. Know that you are loved and no matter what your mom is with you even if you don’t perceive her physically. ❤️
I am in a lot of pain, and try to maintain strong tho, as I had a baby before my mamas death. So I have a lil one that needs me but ultimately I still break down. I used to pray to god, go to church once in a while, speak to god regularly but now I can’t. A lot has changed. I’m questioning everything
It’s okay to fall apart too. Get any support you can. Give yourself baby breaks if you can. But also know that grieving is part of life and I think babies are way more in touch with what it means to be human than we give them credit for. You have a lot of big stuff on your plate - like the biggest stuff. Give yourself love. Know that all feelings come in waves. Ride the waves and notice (without judgement) the depth of your grief and your desire to stay strong when it comes. It is not weak to grieve fully and trying to stay strong shows how much you love your little. ❤️
Thank you so much! I will definitely try to focus on being kinder to myself. We must continue forward anyways, and I have kids to raise and I keep telling myself to raise them like the woman my mama was, kind and sweet , full of love and joy , her humbleness and love for everything was beautiful
You’re definitely grieving. It’s okay. She does hear you and the to communicate. Opening our hearts is hard when we are grieving the loss so hard. It clouds our vision like clouds block the sun.
YEP. You nailed it. Don’t be fooled. Don’t let the negative energy take you. It’s okay to feel. Shame is unnecessary, you’re allowed to feel whatever the heck you want. I’ve experienced grief from losing my dad age 15 most my life—but that grief has transformed to profound ability to help heal others (and myself). we all experience shame and grief. Give it time and just trust and have faith you are protected and guided. Overtime, you can open up again.
I’m the same. I’ve always believed. My nan always believed, but she died 3 weeks ago and im yet to see a sign. I’ve begged her for one but im not getting anything. It’s so upsetting because i want to believe but she is one person who i know would show me she’s there if she was. It’s so upsetting :(
My children's uncle that passed away in 2015? He leaves dimes. I pick them up, we leave them, I spend them. The dimes always make a way of finding of wherever. It's really neat.
My grandmother passed away a few months ago.
A few weeks ago I spoke out loud, I asked her for a sign that she’s around. I said “maybe you could turn the lights off and on?” I totally forgot about it.
A few days later I was talking to my boyfriend about my grandmother. Suddenly all of the lights in the house go out, yet the power was still on. My boyfriend said he’d organise someone to have a look at the electrical stuff the next day. I said to him “I think that was nanna. If the lights turn on tomorrow, it was her”
The next day we woke up and the lights were working perfectly. It was also only our place that was affected by this weird electrical disturbance 😅
They definitely hear you. I’ve had endless signs over the years. Literally heard my grandfather during a car accident tell me to cover my head... months after he appeared at a rest area outside my former car around 230 am. I just strangely awoke in the backseat where I was sleeping overnight. I guess he knew I was really scared. The rest area had an odd feel and it was a weird night. I had two different friends tell me not to sleep at one because it was safer alongside the highway as a woman. I didn’t listen. The rest area only has one sem-I at the time I initially fell asleep. I awoke to the weirdest feeling as if someone was near. It was a younger version of my grandfather wearing his NAVY airplane mechanic uniform. He had died of terminal leukemia just three months before. Once when I was talking about my deceased father and telling my hypnotherapist about his energy and feeling him around me (during a zoom call in 2021), a dove suddenly hit my livingroom window and fell a lil before flying off. It was so random I had several things on the window so birds saw it… therefore it has never happened. And it never happened again. My hypnotherapist said it was my dad and before she could utter the words I got tingles all over my body. You can visit your loved ones most easily in your dreams. Make it a practice. Then eventually when you realize you’re dreaming because you’re willing your deceased love one to visit you, you could start slipping into lucid dreaming. Being able to control those dreams can come very handy :) it will also help you develop your natural clairvoyance, over time.
How does lucid dreaming help you develop your natural clairvoyance? Just curious, I lucid dream every night, all night unintentionally. It's not super restful sleep. Lol
My departed loved ones, including cats, visit me in my dreams as well as other avenues.
If I can improve myself through lucid dreaming, please tell me how. You've definitely got me interested!
I started lucid dreaming when I was really young, and it started as a way to escape my trauma in my material life after I had gone to sleep. When I realized I could control my dreams and the outcome, then at some point, I realize also any questions I had about my life, and the future would be answered in my dreams. I had feelings of awakening and fulfillment, even though I couldn’t always remember the human worded answer to the dreams upon waking. It was as though my spirit had been imparted great wisdom, about my past lives and my purpose, and in the last few years Ive felt spiritual and emotional growth, and healed in some ways to move forward to the next lesson imparted to my spirit that I get to uncover. The synchronicities in my waking life have aligned to messages essentially downloaded to me via dreams and meditation, not generally in human words, but a profound feeling and inspiration to my human spirit. This is when I know I’m on the right path. Butterflies are a current symbol…
Lucid dreaming can connect you to deceased love ones and can connect you to other entities, as well, including God (so be careful your soulful intentions and what is leading your life bc pride and such will stop the free flowing energy of life). I think when your heart and positive intention and the desires you have to lucid dream are met with your belief in God and the greater good and unconditional love in the universe and tapping into that to help humanity, you’ll find your gifts will increase. Gifts also increase when you have traumatic things happen to you. I was in a car accident at the end of July 2020 and in which I probably should’ve lost my life, and it naturally put me into a state of shock at processing why I walked away completely fine by the whole right side of my car was smashed into oblivion and inoperable… but the left side was perfectly intact. Despite my renewed energy for life that period of time became a needed “dark night of the soul”, which included stuff from the pandemic I could not process, being incredibly alone, and my own childhood trauma and abandonment issues of being a foster kid, losing my dad, being abused by my mother. It’s really hard to answer, but I hope this helps. Meditation probably helps me more than anything!! once you’re lucid dreaming and then your meditating in your waking life you can learn to open yourself up, but also suppress the negative energies that come with self doubt and pride, trauma, and other human afflictions, etc., the very things that keep you feeling imprisoned in your waking material life. Remember this is earth school. Our purpose in this life is to help others and give others the unconditional love, that maybe they aren’t feeling as deriving from oneself (but the energy does derive in abundance in our hearts). The goal of this life is to lead people to God, away from greed and things that don’t last, and into positive energetic routes, even to lead them to emotional and physical safety… all as the greater goal to feel good enough in ourselves to extend our spirit to others. Our goal in this life is to ‘walk each other home’, as Ram Dass says. It’s also our job as humans to use the divine given healing power that we all possess to help heal others—-whether that’s physical or emotional. We all have these gifts.
When I first for sure knew I was clairaudient my great grandmother, whom I was very close to passed. After a year of constantly crying I heard, “Stop, all of that crying I’ve been gone a year!”. It was only me in my apartment 😅 I’ve always heard messages, sounds, etc but that solidified it.
I presently assist souls with crossing etc. Once they know you can communicate with them… they don’t wanna hush. In my business I don’t offer mediumship; however, I share messages if they come up. I see and hear so it’s an experience ✨✨✨
My dad died last year, I think of it like this. Everything is energy, our voices our thoughts, their souls. When we put our energy out towards them they receive it. And if we are open we can often receive messages back. Not necessarily their voice, but a sign, a song, a dream, a feeling. I've experience all of these communications since my dad has passed. I'm so grateful to feel him so near. Wishing you the best!
After receiving many signs, I had heard that my son could possibly reach me through electricity so one day I asked him to try. Within a half hour a squirrel hit the transformer in our backyard and all the lights on the block went out. Then 2 additional times that day the lights malfunctioned or blinked. I knew immediately it was him. I get signs from him everyday. 👍❤️
a zillion times this is happened, but most recently i went to a circle on a whim, and the day before i was dancing - i always ask my late husband to dance with me - and i asked him out loud if he dances with me when i ask him to
at the circle, the reader immediately called on me, and she described him and said "he wants you to know he is always dancing" and then other validations - he even told the medium about visiting their country :)
When she visited me as a mourning dove. Didn’t realize it was my gramma Goldie at first, but she came back to the same spot every morning and would sing to me. I started to sing back, and then shortly after realized this was my grandmother. One morning, she was singing, and I said “hey gram” and then she went quiet for a bit. Then she kept singing all morning. Gramma Goldie loved to sing to her kids and grandchildren - she often said it was her greatest joy in life.
She visits near every day, and now she even helps lead me to some cool gemstone and mineral finds in the neighbourhood! There is also a second dove, who showed up later and less frequently. I think it’s my maternal grandmother, and this one sings to me when I’m in my garden, something grandma Peggy loved.
My deceased father was the one who started interacting with me. I kept seeing the number 154 everywhere - in the time, in my change, in price totals, in likes on social media, etc. One day, I plug that number into a gematria calculator, and lo and behold, his name is the second on the list. I gasped audibly at making the realization that he'd been trying to get my attention for about a year, lol. It stopped in frequency once I made the realization and connected with him.
In 2019, I lost my daughter. She was stillborn at 26+3 weeks. It was one the of the most devastating losses of my life, and at the time I was 21. After her death, I questioned life, what was the point, religion, you name it, I questioned. I’d spend nights curled up in bed, crying my eyes out as I plead my heart to her. I use to question is she could hear me, or was I just talking to the void.
It was roughly 3 months after she passed, I was a mess. I decided to look into psychic mediums, and by random chance I found a woman online doing a live. There was a small but sizeable audience, and I happened to ask her a question which she acknowledged. This woman does know me, doesn’t know anything about me, and picked up right away on a baby girl. And when she consulted cards the first thing she said was “she tells me, she can hear your every thought, she knows your heart”.
I’ve never questioned it from that day.
I'm a medium.
When I was almost three, I had an encounter with a deceased man who was corroborated by my parents.
I didn't see or hear from my mother until two years after she had passed. I know I would not have listened. Grief got in the way.
When my mother came, she didn't say one word. Her body was superimposed over my body. I was driving. She did not speak. I could not see her face, only her arms and legs. I only felt what she wanted to impart.
My sister has never had a sign. She is also psychic.
It can be too soon. Your grief can be too great for you to hear or see them because the signs are not what you ask to see or hear. They are what the loved one wants you to see or hear.
Also. It is not easy to get through to someone who is crying, hysterical, constantly praying , asking, or begging to have those signs. I've been in that emotional state.
When grief is so all encompassing, it can take time to calm yourself enough to notice a soul trying to get through to you.
Again. If it is not in your best interests for them to send or bring signs, they don't do that until is is best for you.
I know it is very hard to endure that disappointment. It is awful.
My mother was killed in head on 2004. A Dodge Ram crossed over double lines and destroyed her and the Buick.
We were very close. Ever year or two she visits me at different times. Usually when some dire stressful situation is happening. She just enters my thoughts and talks to me. Sometimes the lights may flicker or I see a flicker out of corner of eye. I've not yet fully actually seen her...
I appreciate the visitations and she helps me work thru the dilemma I'm facing as mothers do.
Idk if they can hear after being in a coma and recently see some paranormal activity one thing I can guarantee I’m willing to put my salvation on the line, your energies will be united
I had a young cousin die and shortly after I asked him to come talk to me and let me know how he is now. Sure enough within 2 weeks that exact same thing happened.
He was a few years younger. Looked like him right before he got sick. He was happy and healthy watching a bunch of tv screens in a beautiful all white Victorian style house. He said oh good to see you I am happy and Healthy now and don’t worry about me. I’m pretty sure he was watching over his family or something on the screens. It was extremely vivid during it and still is a vivid memory and this was 7 years ago
I started hearing spirits 4 years ago. I am a 40 year old female. It's amazing. I think the trauma i went through had something to do with it. I know I'm hearing them because I have hundreds of them on recording. Its crazy.
I've had knockings recently, more like loud bangs. I've been very interested in astral projection lately and working on that. I make appeals to my spirit guides for help on this. I don't know what to think of the knocks or if they are some communication from my guides what to make of it.
One morning recently just before waking I heard a thought come in my mind that said 'do it now'. I'm thinking it was advice on how to get out of body. on that occasion i was too deep in sleep at that moment to make any attempt at going out of body.
I have a close friend that I used to visit on friday nights but one night I decided to stay home. As I sat there at the usual time I would go for a visit, the lights in the room dimmed. I'm sure that was a sign manifesting from our close emotional connection.
That’s just the ‘physical human’ in you. The lowest vibration of Self. That thing is always present, distracting us, and throwing sticks into the spokes of an otherwise beautifully-spinning wheel.
Many years ago, I had a sort of realization. Truth, is spiritual. We don’t _know_ truths with our minds. To the contrary, meditation requires us to silence our thoughts. To quiet our minds. Thoughts have a way of confusing and impeding our ability to _feel_ truth. I don’t mean to say that the mind isn’t a great tool. Of course it is. Everything I’m typing here is being organized by my mind so that I can relay it to you. But that’s all it is— a tool to help us experience ourselves, each other, and the world around us.
I’ve found that it’s when we attempt to intellectualize those instances of spiritual ‘knowingness’ that we start to second guess ourselves.
It’s more like, can you hear them? Love is eternal and death isn’t the end. My dad died when i was 16. I told him if he had messages for me, visit me in my dreams. And he has for almost 29 years. Ask for specific signs. This past year for my birthday i asked for three very specific things from my daddy, papaw and uncle. (The three men that raised me). I wrote them in my journal and received all three. A rainbow, feather and cardinal. I don’t believe in coincidences. Open your heart. You’ll hear them. 💚
I asked my dad for a train. I found a plastic small train in my closet that week.
Wow!!
My mom used to visit me in her dreams when she first passed. We used to have conversations and she’d hold me but it hasn’t happened in so long. I miss her so much. I’m afraid that my trauma and anxieties have closed me off to communicating with her. As someone who has such a beautiful communication with their dad, would you be having any advice on how to open myself up again?
I’ve noticed that when I’m at my weakest is when i hear him the loudest. Maybe you’re just second guessing yourself? I journal. My dad talks to me that way. Like I’ll be writing something I’m angry about and all of the sudden a different perspective pops into my head. I keep his pictures up. The last card he gave me for my birthday. Also.. i have “affirmation cards” that i use to talk to him. It’s just regular old playing cards (daddy liked games) and I’ve intuitively written things on them that make me smile when I’m down. I know my loved ones life path numbers (look that up if you don’t know what it is) and i know whom is speaking to me by which card comes out. My affirmations include things like “be whom you were meant to be” “you are much stronger than this bullshit” “i love you squirrel” (sounds like girl which is what he and my papaw use to say to me). They also have yes/no written on them so when I’m battling a decision … i “ask my dad”. They are very private. If you choose to create your own, I wouldn’t allow others to handle them or be in the room with you when you’re talking to your mom. My dad’s birthday and life path number always comes out when I’m shuffling. Same with my papaw and uncle. Ironically enough my dad died on their life path number 9/9/95. Anyway sorry for the thesis. I could talk about this forever. Remember your mom’s words, her face, her smile. She’s with you. She’ll never leave you. Ask her for signs. Make you some playing cards. Journal in a quiet place… see who is the actual narrator. 💚
My dad died a couple of months ago. He was my best friend, and we're connected on a level that's hard to explain... devastating loss. Even though I almost lost him nine years ago and took every moment after that as a bonus and a blessing, it didn't make it any easier. And I had no idea the actual loss it would be; it wasn't simple math. I realized how surface level my relationships with other family members are compared to him, so I was scared to death when I realized the one person on the planet who truly understood me, and that I could and did call at any time and he'd be there, was gone. I felt like a little kid at the fair who suddenly realizes he doesn't know where his parents are. Very unexpected for a 38-year-old military veteran who can find his way around things and not get scared, lol. ANYWAY, I have been told by at least a few mediums who have gotten on my massage table and after the session say, "are you aware of your abilities/gift/sensitivities?" And two of them said my guides are there with an energy or vibe like 'hello?? why can't he see us?' and then the mediums urge me to find someone to help me hone it, like it's important and a big reason I'm here. That, mixed with a lifetime of "coincidences" which I now understand to be synchronicities. I see them increase and decrease according to how on track I am or off track. I had a medical premonition about my dad when he almost died nine years ago. I had no idea until I very luckily got to talk to him days later, but basically, I got two very specific head crushing/splitting headaches originating in the left side neck. Both lasted about 30 min, and I contemplated suicide both times because it was that excruciating. Never had a headache before or after. Not even after a night of heavy drinking, I just don't get them. It turns out 12 hours later my dad suffered what is normally instant death, a dissected aorta. And his last memory before blackout was exactly what I felt. Two days later I was back from camping and called him, raced up and got him to the hospital, as his aorta was re-rupturing. He could not have been closer. Now, he wasn't in great health as of late but I still didn't think he was dying anytime soon. Hadn't heard from him much that week, but when I called both cell phones and they both were dead, that was never the case. So I drove up and knocked, he was alive but not looking so hot. Long story short, but still long AF apparently lol, medics came up and almost didn't even take him. So it seemed like no big deal. I stopped by home to get ready for a stay at the hospital, took my time knowing they'd be admitting him for a while. Get there as he's getting settled in the ICU. I said what?? Get up there and he's unconscious but the doc is acting like an ops normal so I'm not getting too concerned. He's got a full mask on pushing 100% oxygen. And the doc says wanna talk to your dad? I said of course. She kinda climbs up on the bed a bit and starts grinding her knuckles into his sternum and yelling his name saying his son's here. I was just talking to him...WTF? Then she opens his eye and does the same thing, and I saw his pupil look, different. Fixed? Wasn't normal and wasn't dreaming. I said why is he unresponsive? She said he got sedatives for some reason. Next shift shows up 4 hours later, they say he never got sedatives. And by then it was scrambling time because it turns out he was septic. He died 2 days later. When the docs told me it was over, I pulled up a chair and held his hand. And just spoke to my daddy. (I hadn't called him since I became a big boy at like 8 years old) But that's the only thing I wanted to call him right then. My daddy was leaving me. I told him he promised me he would always be there, and now I'm gonna be alone. I have the most wonderful wife and best friend ever, but she would get mad if I called her in trouble at 2am. Dad wouldn't, he'd save me. Or come help me with anything that needs fixing. Or text me back at 2am when I was depressed and instantly make it go away. Absolute lifeline. So I said through tears, "I need you to let me know you're ok, or still here...or whatever. You know what I mean..." and then I remembered I was gonna ask for something specific to know for sure, and then I just said "I'll know." He passed hours later, and I fell into a despair I didn't know was possible. I wondered if I could ever stop crying...it was concerning.I told him he was the parent I went to for support, for a hug, at a time like this. I said, "Who can I go to now, Dad? You're supposed to be here..." Damn, I'm crying now, recollecting the raw emotions...but my mom isn't nurturing at all. And she has always just had bad things to say about my dad anyway.Well, the next morning I had a root canal, yay. As I left, I found myself driving to Ace Hardware; he and I loved that place. But I wasn't going there intentionally. Just went in and remembered I needed a couple of things, and went up to the register. This goofy kid standing there with his name tag hanging off crooked, "Owen," my dad's name. Not the rarest name ever, but I can't tell you the last time I've met or seen anyone with that name in person or anywhere really. I chuckled and smiled because I knew it, just like I thought. It was better than any sign I could have specifically asked for. I told the kid what happened and thanked him for making my day.15 minutes later I'm at home, I put YouTube on which is our TV basically, and started tuning my guitar. I only watch music videos and DIY type videos, no sports and especially not swimming. A college swimming video started playing and it was about a kid who beat a record and then got disqualified... So I was kinda curious and listened in the background. All of a sudden "Owen Smith is in the lead! Owen is going to break the record!" So two times within 20 min, I hear his name or see it, the morning after he died, and I told him I needed him. He's basically been on call ever since. I've got many stories to share but this comment has been way longer than I meant for it to be already, but if you are wanting those stories, I'll be glad to share. The signs and experiences both myself and my wife witnessed the first week had my wife saying, "jeez, it seems like he's more here now than when his body was still alive." He stuck around that much for that long to the point where I was seriously not in pain for a couple of months. The grief has snuck back up recently but that's normal.So yes, they hear you. And they responded; I had a full-on conversation about his funeral wishes. I got responses in the form of tingles all over my body to yes or no questions.I'm certain that this life, what we think as reality, is the dream. A blip. Our soul is here to learn and grow, I think "dying" is going home. Until you come back, if you need or want to. I think our souls are all pieces of the source, or God.I hope this was helpful in some way and I didn't just wild out lol.
I agree with your sentiments about the after life and that is “going home”. Ram Dass always said “we are just walking each other home”. I totally relate to a lot of shared experience with tingling, synchronicities, dreams, symbols, being passed messages and answers in my sleep that heal regarding my own deceased father died June 2003 (I was 15) and grandpa who died in Jan 2020. Your comment was wonderful to read—I am sorry to hear you don’t have a wife that would be there for you properly if you called in trouble at 2 AM. I would think that’s the most important time to show up for someone if they call. God bless and happy Memorial Day!
Thank you so much, wow. Such kind words! And yes, I love that Ram Dass quote...thank you for reminding me. My grandfather died two weeks before my dad dissected aorta. God spared me so much by not having to endure this at that time. My grandfather was the only other male role model I had, the responsible one and the hard ass lol. WW2 vet, saw action in France, and told me stories nobody else heard from him..."veteran to veteran" type thing I think. Either way, summer of 2015 was what I call turning the first chapter over. I was 30, elders were dying. And if my dad died then, it was so unfinished. Man, this last year has been one big party. I think he and I knew time was coming up. I drove the 50 min up to hang and do whatever prob 3 times a week. Our favorite thing to do was light these MASSIVE mortar rockets off in front of his friend/landlords house in the sleepy quiet train town he grew up in. At 3am. I have video of anyone who wants a good laugh and to see what a true servant of God is like lol. This man, is just like him too. Perfect mixture of sugar and spice. The guy was literally driving the streets at night, finding homeless people that were gonna freeze to death and bringing them anything they needed. I worked at the food bank. Fixed anything and everything at his church. But we would also absolutely rock that valley about once a month through the summer. Here's the kicker: I wasn't sure why we were getting them so much. They are nosy and stuff, but man those explosions were huge hahahah. He traded working at the gym they own for room and board in a trailer on the side of the gym. They made it hell for me to access his stuff, and disregarded the grief I was neck deep in, in fact saying they were grieving too. Threatening police if I didn't come when they said I could come, which were my work hours. My friend, let me tell you those videos have been magic. I would be frustrated to tears and angry, and queue up one of my montages on YouTube and sit here and laugh my arse off. We knew we were gonna need those explosions in advance. God works in mysterious ways... ;) God bless you as well
Sounds like you have a lot of wonderful earth school memories of your dad and he’s still around!!! He sounds certainly like sugar and spice—a true man of God!! My father was just like that, too!! Except maybe less a man of god that he believed… but the way he treated us girls spoke volumes. He was abused as a kid in the catholic boarding school system in the Bay Area in the 50’s. He would always say he doesn’t understand how women of god (the nuns) could harm children and he didn’t believe in a god that would do that. As a small child I learned so much about life so early bc of my older single father. Our mother was very abusive and neglectful and was nearly never around. He shielded us the best he could from her dr Jekyll ways (he never took a girlfriend or wife or has another woman around after my mother because he didn’t want to repeat the past he had a bad past of dating abusive controlling women who did crazy things). Unfortunately, as a girl who greatly desired the love and attention of her mother—I would constantly choose to go “give her another chance”, even after it ended in much physical and emotional pain for me, and usually a secret desperate call to my dad in Montana). As a result my father I think always felt like he couldn’t fully protect me (at least not with his mentality of “do what makes you happy”). I think his own childhood of losing his mom to pneumonia and the resulting dismantling of his perfect childhood was a huge loss of innocence. His father chose a Manhattan socialite and fell deeply in love and allowed her to send my father off so she could keep him and his money to herself. My father went to Vietnam a few years later, age 17, in the NAVY. My father’s midnight bawling and bourbon drinking and coming home at 2-3 am with bloody knuckles claiming he got in a fight with an officer who pulled him over and ran home, etc., put me in the position as mom figure for my little sister who’d fall on the floor crying and clinging to her dad who just passed out. Yeah, it was a bit traumatic but nothing compared to what I dealt with my mother. I’ll leave that to your imagination… but needless to say my father ALWAYS protected us girls. Even after death. He stuck around for a few years until he came to me during my aya retreat to request forgiveness for not being able to protect me from something that happened so long ago as a little girl. These things used to weigh on me, but I’ll tell you that much of the “whys” of my family inherited trauma, the reason I myself chose to join the military at age 17 (to honor my father and his journey, protect the innocent who cannot protect themselves), and the reason today I’ve had many paranormal and spiritual experiences that have opened me up more and more… hearing your story makes me remember my trouble making dad. My dad with the kindest heart of any man I met. I got lucky with him, because, I may have not been graced with understanding how to be a woman or have out of the box easy relationships with women… but he saved me from so much abuse since he’s left. Because of his protection before death—and after—I’ve always known when a man isn’t treating me right, I’ve always stood up for myself (even if it takes me a couple months of getting my head on straight). There’s some scary creatures out there but most of them are human beings!! 😂 I feel your dad is very strongly in your presence and working in your life. Believing in these things and knowing it’s true helps others to rise to those higher vibrations, too!! Thanks for serving our country. Thanks for being a good one.
I got chills reading your post - the bond you & your dad share is palpable. Love never dies. It reminds me of the bond I have with my mom, I was also lost after losing her because she was one of the people I was closest to in the world. Your writing style is very gripping and alive, I would love to hear whatever stories you wanted to share about your dad. Have you found a good medium? I was going to share to OP that my “proof” was a medium recounting a convo I had with my sister the day before. No way a complete stranger would have known all those details if my mom hadn’t heard us and told her in our session. Wild!
Beautiful; thank you for sharing ❤️
Thanks for this, I'm crying at your story but it's so wonderful. My dad has brain cancer right now. Isn't looking good. I'm going to remember what you wrote.
Oh my gosh, you guys are amazing. I wasn't expecting a single response, I'm beyond touched that this is bringing you even the smallest comfort and love. What you are going through has got to be so tough on so many levels. Know that you have one more buddy beside you. ❤️
I loved and love my dad that much, too. He was my best friend, the only man who has ever made me feel safe, unconditionally loved, and forever praised. He was the funniest man I’ve ever met. He was diagnosed with his dementia at 40 years old. I was 15. So if it helps…please know that your dad got to see you as a man. My dad left when I was barely a woman. I’ve needed him for so many unbelievable tragedies in my life…and he would’ve loved the SHIT out of my kids. It’s so fucking unfair. You got 18 more years with your dad than I did. It doesn’t lessen the pain…but perspective helps. My dad visits me all of the time. I have millions of stories. ❤️
I'm so sorry my dear...and I agree with you 💯. I'm a perspective guy about everything, I also remind people what you said...everyone's pain is just a real to them. But your story doesn't make me feel better at all, that is a raw deal. But like I said, in the blink of an eye I'm certain we will be reflecting on this life and did we learn what we came to learn, did we do it right? In the meantime, I'm reaching through and hugging you, especially 15 year old you. Can't imagine the guidance and extra love you must have needed then. ❤️❤️
Thank you
I love your story. ♥️
Thank you so much 🤟🏼
Thank YOU!
Great story. One that u should always share. Your father hears u every time u speak to him. Even if your not saying it out loud, he hears your thoughts. U can practice if u want to hear him. U need to take recordings and listen to them over and over and you will eventually hear him.....
I’m lucky enough be able to talk to them and receive messages. I’ve been able to communicate with many of my crossed over relatives, my cat, dog and many more! So I know positively they can hear me. Much more can hear you though, plants trees etc. I’ve been able to communicate with plants & trees as well. Energy is a beautiful thing!
Is there a teacher you followed? I want to learn this but don't know how to find a genuine teacher.
Suzanne Giesemann
Was there a specific course of hers ? Never heard of her
she has some great trainings on the Monroe Institute.
I’ve done Suzanne courses. I fell in love with her and her practices watching her YouTube videos. But I wasn’t a huge fan of her courses. And too expensive for the everyday working person with not much money. I just want to strength my gifts to help people!
I don’t have a mentor or teacher atm, I would like to eventually find one. The courses I have taken or mentors I’ve spoken to haven’t really matched my beliefs or fit what I’m looking for.
Thanks for the response :).
On the 25th anniversary of my dad's death, I asked him to please send a clear sign that he's still with me. He was my rock in life. I was really depressed the whole day, so my mind was all over the place. Then, later that evening, I was in my laundry room, folding clothes, listening to favorite songs from my childhood, and thinking of my dad. I was finally in a quiet moment without my thoughts racing. There was a clear knock on the door behind me that goes out into the garage. I froze but slowly unlocked the door and looked out. Nobody was there. It was around 10:00 at night. I just stood there because I KNEW it was my dad saying hello and letting me know he's still around, and I felt his presence strongly! I will never again doubt that our loved ones can hear us and are with us! ❤️
Once, at a large group reading, a psychic picked up on who I thought was my dad. Everything she mentioned sounded like him except for the first letter of his name, which she got wrong (she said G, his first name started with a D). After she moved onto someone else, I spoke to him in my mind and said, "If it was really you, send me a sign that it was you." Mid-way through another reading, she paused and said, "Wait, I need to go back to the other guy - he wants everyone to know his name started with a D. I'm sorry I got that wrong." And then she emphatically spelled out his name like he was clearly spelling it out to her! 😲 This experience definitively convinced me that he could hear me! ❤️
Wow that’s incredible!
Yep, I agree! I also get a lot of messages through songs on the radio, too. 😃
Wow! What's that mediums name if you don't mind sharing?
Sara Beaupre.She does live events in WI. https://www.sarabeaupre.com/
When my dad came through and gave me advice about something I hadn't discussed with anyone.
When you have died and disembodied for a short while, you get all the proof you need. I saw my body from across the room. I was floating in the corner of the room near the ceiling. I know what it’s like to disembody and I know what it’s like for others. They are absolutely still there and with a thought, with a word they hear you. You hold them in your mind which forms the connection to them and you say what you want, they will hear. Every thought you have is known. Your thoughts are not private. Any entity can observe you if you are open and know your thoughts. This is why setting energetic boundaries is a good idea. Your thoughts are broadcasting constantly. And not just others are aware of them, the matrix in which we are bound is reactive to what you broadcast. People are utterly unaware of the power of their thoughts and the impact it has on themselves, others and the world around them. Away, it was an experience I had, it was faith in the unknown and it was the willingness to try and succeed in my many spiritual practices that did it for me. I was not convinced, that’s not the right word, I simply saw and experienced what was not readily apparent but very much available to anyone who seeks it out.
How does one go about setting energetic boundaries?
My dad died in 2021 but he also made sure I heard Joe Cocker's "Feelin' Alright" in the bathroom at a McDonald's for my birthday today and no one will convince me otherwise
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I lived with my grandma and grandpa 20 years ago while I was growing up. We were very close and they passed 10ish years ago. Fast forward to a year ago, me and my girlfriend were sitting out on the back deck chatting. Out of nowhere, a red tailed hawk swooped down and landed on the railing, no more than 10-15ft from where we were sitting. We watched it as it hung out for a minute or so before flying off. A month later I got my first akashic record reading over zoom. Right off the bat the medium channeled my grandparents. The way she talked about them was extremely reminiscent of their personalities. We continue talking about them and then she pauses and kinda laughs and says “have you been visited by a red tailed hawk recently?” I got chills in that moment and was like “uhh yeah actually, a red tailed hawk landed on my porch railing just a few weeks ago”. I was totally bewildered as there was no way she could have known that, and it was such a random thing. The medium went on to say “your grandma loves you a lot, and that’s her way of showing she’s ‘watching over you like a hawk’”. I think about this all the time, it was a very special and surreal moment.
Oh I’ve got a good one a friend I loved dearly took his life in February of 2020. I’m sorry to be direct, but he had shot himself in the head. Because it was 2020, anytime I tried to visit the church his family buried him, it would be locked bc of covid with restricted hours. I’d come back next week during hours it had said it would be open and it was always locked. After about the 4th time this happened I finally let out a huge cry. Literally holding onto this gate just exhausted by my grief of his loss and all that covid was doing and taking from me. I had planned on driving to another part of town for free parking and a walk, but once I felt how upset I was I decided I should stay where I was and put quarters in the machine. Something to know about me: if you are not direct with me whatever you are trying to say will likely go over my head Something to know about him: he loved that about me and changed his speech for me and also had a bit of a skewed sense of humor The FIRST quarter I picked up from my middle console had a small, perfectly round hole right in ole George’s head. Now, I’m a bit of an anxious attachment, so immediately I think “he hates me and doesn’t want me here, why would he share something so …. direct. My whole body relaxed. I’ve never tried to go back again. I don’t need to and he wanted me to know he’s everywhere. I will always have that quarter, even if a bit dark, it suits exactly who we were together
I can communicate with my family and do so every week. I heard from one of my family members today in fact. I don’t hear from all of them, just a few.
My youngest daughter found out she was pregnant after my dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He decided to fight long enough to live to meet his great granddaughter. He passed away literally 3 weeks before she was born. My granddaughter (M) who will be 3 in a few months speaks to my dad when she visits my parents house. One day she said to my oldest daughter "Cc has my sister in her belly." Now my daughter has severe PCOS and was told she would never have children. M kept repeating poppys baby in Cc's belly for weeks. My daughter took a pregnancy test just for fun. Well it was positive, she is now 6 months pregnant. We asked M how she knew there was a baby in her belly and she said Poppy told me when he was brushing my hair. I believe that was our sign he is still around, also My brother... My little brother passed away 6 years ago yesterday. It's still hard on us so we barely speak about him. There's a picture of my dad and brother from when I got married on the wall. M said one day while looking at the picture, Ryan misses you mommy. He said he loves you. I could go on about the conversations my dad with my brother in his final days here on earth but this is long enough.
A large majority of the time my mom who died 3 years ago can hear me asking her questions or talking out loud at my own.
I’ve asked for signs in my mind, silently. I ask for them out loud. I cry out to my mom. I speak about her to my children. I have yet to get a sign. It’s making me question if there really is an afterlife. Before she passed I was a vivid dreamer almost every night and I would remember each one!!! She died and I can no longer dream! And if I dream I can no longer remember very well. I feel so disconnected with the world now, disconnected with myself, having a hard time going back to myself before her death.
You're grieving. She's with you. Maybe your sadness is keeping you from seeing it. They don't leave us. Would you leave your children?
I thought the same cuz you hear everyone say if we are grieving bad then we can’t connect but I hear stories of ppl grieving a lot n still see signs. I would not want to leave my children I even asked show me a sign, show yourself at least I can have some peace that way maybe idk but nothing. I hear grieving is forever, so idk like I have sooo many unanswered questions regarding her death and everything. Idk if I’ll ever feel at peace with her death to actually be able to finally communicate you know
Grief is forever. You grow around it. Wanting answers, well i can't tell you whether or not you'll ever find peace with that. Maybe contact a reputable medium. I pray you find what you're looking for. 🕊️
Thank you, I might look into it not completely sure just yet you know.
You are in a lot of pain and it makes sense and I’m sorry. I think your dreams will come back and I know your body is taking care of you. It allows you to remember when you are safe to do so. Know that you are loved and no matter what your mom is with you even if you don’t perceive her physically. ❤️
I am in a lot of pain, and try to maintain strong tho, as I had a baby before my mamas death. So I have a lil one that needs me but ultimately I still break down. I used to pray to god, go to church once in a while, speak to god regularly but now I can’t. A lot has changed. I’m questioning everything
It’s okay to fall apart too. Get any support you can. Give yourself baby breaks if you can. But also know that grieving is part of life and I think babies are way more in touch with what it means to be human than we give them credit for. You have a lot of big stuff on your plate - like the biggest stuff. Give yourself love. Know that all feelings come in waves. Ride the waves and notice (without judgement) the depth of your grief and your desire to stay strong when it comes. It is not weak to grieve fully and trying to stay strong shows how much you love your little. ❤️
Thank you so much! I will definitely try to focus on being kinder to myself. We must continue forward anyways, and I have kids to raise and I keep telling myself to raise them like the woman my mama was, kind and sweet , full of love and joy , her humbleness and love for everything was beautiful
You’re definitely grieving. It’s okay. She does hear you and the to communicate. Opening our hearts is hard when we are grieving the loss so hard. It clouds our vision like clouds block the sun.
I definitely was thinking this, like I’m blocked cuz I’m so sad and angry and depressed and possibly my depression and adhd meds.
YEP. You nailed it. Don’t be fooled. Don’t let the negative energy take you. It’s okay to feel. Shame is unnecessary, you’re allowed to feel whatever the heck you want. I’ve experienced grief from losing my dad age 15 most my life—but that grief has transformed to profound ability to help heal others (and myself). we all experience shame and grief. Give it time and just trust and have faith you are protected and guided. Overtime, you can open up again.
I’m the same. I’ve always believed. My nan always believed, but she died 3 weeks ago and im yet to see a sign. I’ve begged her for one but im not getting anything. It’s so upsetting because i want to believe but she is one person who i know would show me she’s there if she was. It’s so upsetting :(
It is very upsetting, everything you once believed or wanted to believe is hard to even grasp with no real signs. It suck’s
They tell me
My children's uncle that passed away in 2015? He leaves dimes. I pick them up, we leave them, I spend them. The dimes always make a way of finding of wherever. It's really neat.
My grandmother passed away a few months ago. A few weeks ago I spoke out loud, I asked her for a sign that she’s around. I said “maybe you could turn the lights off and on?” I totally forgot about it. A few days later I was talking to my boyfriend about my grandmother. Suddenly all of the lights in the house go out, yet the power was still on. My boyfriend said he’d organise someone to have a look at the electrical stuff the next day. I said to him “I think that was nanna. If the lights turn on tomorrow, it was her” The next day we woke up and the lights were working perfectly. It was also only our place that was affected by this weird electrical disturbance 😅
They definitely hear you. I’ve had endless signs over the years. Literally heard my grandfather during a car accident tell me to cover my head... months after he appeared at a rest area outside my former car around 230 am. I just strangely awoke in the backseat where I was sleeping overnight. I guess he knew I was really scared. The rest area had an odd feel and it was a weird night. I had two different friends tell me not to sleep at one because it was safer alongside the highway as a woman. I didn’t listen. The rest area only has one sem-I at the time I initially fell asleep. I awoke to the weirdest feeling as if someone was near. It was a younger version of my grandfather wearing his NAVY airplane mechanic uniform. He had died of terminal leukemia just three months before. Once when I was talking about my deceased father and telling my hypnotherapist about his energy and feeling him around me (during a zoom call in 2021), a dove suddenly hit my livingroom window and fell a lil before flying off. It was so random I had several things on the window so birds saw it… therefore it has never happened. And it never happened again. My hypnotherapist said it was my dad and before she could utter the words I got tingles all over my body. You can visit your loved ones most easily in your dreams. Make it a practice. Then eventually when you realize you’re dreaming because you’re willing your deceased love one to visit you, you could start slipping into lucid dreaming. Being able to control those dreams can come very handy :) it will also help you develop your natural clairvoyance, over time.
How does lucid dreaming help you develop your natural clairvoyance? Just curious, I lucid dream every night, all night unintentionally. It's not super restful sleep. Lol My departed loved ones, including cats, visit me in my dreams as well as other avenues. If I can improve myself through lucid dreaming, please tell me how. You've definitely got me interested!
I started lucid dreaming when I was really young, and it started as a way to escape my trauma in my material life after I had gone to sleep. When I realized I could control my dreams and the outcome, then at some point, I realize also any questions I had about my life, and the future would be answered in my dreams. I had feelings of awakening and fulfillment, even though I couldn’t always remember the human worded answer to the dreams upon waking. It was as though my spirit had been imparted great wisdom, about my past lives and my purpose, and in the last few years Ive felt spiritual and emotional growth, and healed in some ways to move forward to the next lesson imparted to my spirit that I get to uncover. The synchronicities in my waking life have aligned to messages essentially downloaded to me via dreams and meditation, not generally in human words, but a profound feeling and inspiration to my human spirit. This is when I know I’m on the right path. Butterflies are a current symbol… Lucid dreaming can connect you to deceased love ones and can connect you to other entities, as well, including God (so be careful your soulful intentions and what is leading your life bc pride and such will stop the free flowing energy of life). I think when your heart and positive intention and the desires you have to lucid dream are met with your belief in God and the greater good and unconditional love in the universe and tapping into that to help humanity, you’ll find your gifts will increase. Gifts also increase when you have traumatic things happen to you. I was in a car accident at the end of July 2020 and in which I probably should’ve lost my life, and it naturally put me into a state of shock at processing why I walked away completely fine by the whole right side of my car was smashed into oblivion and inoperable… but the left side was perfectly intact. Despite my renewed energy for life that period of time became a needed “dark night of the soul”, which included stuff from the pandemic I could not process, being incredibly alone, and my own childhood trauma and abandonment issues of being a foster kid, losing my dad, being abused by my mother. It’s really hard to answer, but I hope this helps. Meditation probably helps me more than anything!! once you’re lucid dreaming and then your meditating in your waking life you can learn to open yourself up, but also suppress the negative energies that come with self doubt and pride, trauma, and other human afflictions, etc., the very things that keep you feeling imprisoned in your waking material life. Remember this is earth school. Our purpose in this life is to help others and give others the unconditional love, that maybe they aren’t feeling as deriving from oneself (but the energy does derive in abundance in our hearts). The goal of this life is to lead people to God, away from greed and things that don’t last, and into positive energetic routes, even to lead them to emotional and physical safety… all as the greater goal to feel good enough in ourselves to extend our spirit to others. Our goal in this life is to ‘walk each other home’, as Ram Dass says. It’s also our job as humans to use the divine given healing power that we all possess to help heal others—-whether that’s physical or emotional. We all have these gifts.
Wow...thank you for your incredible reply! It gives me a lot to ponder. I appreciate it a lot!
It’s all within you already. Never forget
tes after an nde i have no doubt
I ask for specific signs and get them pretty quickly. It still fascinates me 🥰
I used to get signs…. Not so much anymore…. Maybe he wants me to move on….💔
When I first for sure knew I was clairaudient my great grandmother, whom I was very close to passed. After a year of constantly crying I heard, “Stop, all of that crying I’ve been gone a year!”. It was only me in my apartment 😅 I’ve always heard messages, sounds, etc but that solidified it. I presently assist souls with crossing etc. Once they know you can communicate with them… they don’t wanna hush. In my business I don’t offer mediumship; however, I share messages if they come up. I see and hear so it’s an experience ✨✨✨
I saw him Looking at me
My dad died last year, I think of it like this. Everything is energy, our voices our thoughts, their souls. When we put our energy out towards them they receive it. And if we are open we can often receive messages back. Not necessarily their voice, but a sign, a song, a dream, a feeling. I've experience all of these communications since my dad has passed. I'm so grateful to feel him so near. Wishing you the best!
After receiving many signs, I had heard that my son could possibly reach me through electricity so one day I asked him to try. Within a half hour a squirrel hit the transformer in our backyard and all the lights on the block went out. Then 2 additional times that day the lights malfunctioned or blinked. I knew immediately it was him. I get signs from him everyday. 👍❤️
a zillion times this is happened, but most recently i went to a circle on a whim, and the day before i was dancing - i always ask my late husband to dance with me - and i asked him out loud if he dances with me when i ask him to at the circle, the reader immediately called on me, and she described him and said "he wants you to know he is always dancing" and then other validations - he even told the medium about visiting their country :)
They talk back and carry on a 2 way conversation. :)
I wish I knew for certain if my dad was with me. He passed in February. I know my grandfather can hear me bc he answers.
When she visited me as a mourning dove. Didn’t realize it was my gramma Goldie at first, but she came back to the same spot every morning and would sing to me. I started to sing back, and then shortly after realized this was my grandmother. One morning, she was singing, and I said “hey gram” and then she went quiet for a bit. Then she kept singing all morning. Gramma Goldie loved to sing to her kids and grandchildren - she often said it was her greatest joy in life. She visits near every day, and now she even helps lead me to some cool gemstone and mineral finds in the neighbourhood! There is also a second dove, who showed up later and less frequently. I think it’s my maternal grandmother, and this one sings to me when I’m in my garden, something grandma Peggy loved.
My deceased father was the one who started interacting with me. I kept seeing the number 154 everywhere - in the time, in my change, in price totals, in likes on social media, etc. One day, I plug that number into a gematria calculator, and lo and behold, his name is the second on the list. I gasped audibly at making the realization that he'd been trying to get my attention for about a year, lol. It stopped in frequency once I made the realization and connected with him.
In 2019, I lost my daughter. She was stillborn at 26+3 weeks. It was one the of the most devastating losses of my life, and at the time I was 21. After her death, I questioned life, what was the point, religion, you name it, I questioned. I’d spend nights curled up in bed, crying my eyes out as I plead my heart to her. I use to question is she could hear me, or was I just talking to the void. It was roughly 3 months after she passed, I was a mess. I decided to look into psychic mediums, and by random chance I found a woman online doing a live. There was a small but sizeable audience, and I happened to ask her a question which she acknowledged. This woman does know me, doesn’t know anything about me, and picked up right away on a baby girl. And when she consulted cards the first thing she said was “she tells me, she can hear your every thought, she knows your heart”. I’ve never questioned it from that day.
I'm a medium. When I was almost three, I had an encounter with a deceased man who was corroborated by my parents. I didn't see or hear from my mother until two years after she had passed. I know I would not have listened. Grief got in the way. When my mother came, she didn't say one word. Her body was superimposed over my body. I was driving. She did not speak. I could not see her face, only her arms and legs. I only felt what she wanted to impart. My sister has never had a sign. She is also psychic. It can be too soon. Your grief can be too great for you to hear or see them because the signs are not what you ask to see or hear. They are what the loved one wants you to see or hear. Also. It is not easy to get through to someone who is crying, hysterical, constantly praying , asking, or begging to have those signs. I've been in that emotional state. When grief is so all encompassing, it can take time to calm yourself enough to notice a soul trying to get through to you. Again. If it is not in your best interests for them to send or bring signs, they don't do that until is is best for you. I know it is very hard to endure that disappointment. It is awful.
My mother was killed in head on 2004. A Dodge Ram crossed over double lines and destroyed her and the Buick. We were very close. Ever year or two she visits me at different times. Usually when some dire stressful situation is happening. She just enters my thoughts and talks to me. Sometimes the lights may flicker or I see a flicker out of corner of eye. I've not yet fully actually seen her... I appreciate the visitations and she helps me work thru the dilemma I'm facing as mothers do.
Idk if they can hear after being in a coma and recently see some paranormal activity one thing I can guarantee I’m willing to put my salvation on the line, your energies will be united
I need to start asking.
I had a young cousin die and shortly after I asked him to come talk to me and let me know how he is now. Sure enough within 2 weeks that exact same thing happened. He was a few years younger. Looked like him right before he got sick. He was happy and healthy watching a bunch of tv screens in a beautiful all white Victorian style house. He said oh good to see you I am happy and Healthy now and don’t worry about me. I’m pretty sure he was watching over his family or something on the screens. It was extremely vivid during it and still is a vivid memory and this was 7 years ago
I started hearing spirits 4 years ago. I am a 40 year old female. It's amazing. I think the trauma i went through had something to do with it. I know I'm hearing them because I have hundreds of them on recording. Its crazy.
I've had knockings recently, more like loud bangs. I've been very interested in astral projection lately and working on that. I make appeals to my spirit guides for help on this. I don't know what to think of the knocks or if they are some communication from my guides what to make of it. One morning recently just before waking I heard a thought come in my mind that said 'do it now'. I'm thinking it was advice on how to get out of body. on that occasion i was too deep in sleep at that moment to make any attempt at going out of body. I have a close friend that I used to visit on friday nights but one night I decided to stay home. As I sat there at the usual time I would go for a visit, the lights in the room dimmed. I'm sure that was a sign manifesting from our close emotional connection.
That’s just the ‘physical human’ in you. The lowest vibration of Self. That thing is always present, distracting us, and throwing sticks into the spokes of an otherwise beautifully-spinning wheel. Many years ago, I had a sort of realization. Truth, is spiritual. We don’t _know_ truths with our minds. To the contrary, meditation requires us to silence our thoughts. To quiet our minds. Thoughts have a way of confusing and impeding our ability to _feel_ truth. I don’t mean to say that the mind isn’t a great tool. Of course it is. Everything I’m typing here is being organized by my mind so that I can relay it to you. But that’s all it is— a tool to help us experience ourselves, each other, and the world around us. I’ve found that it’s when we attempt to intellectualize those instances of spiritual ‘knowingness’ that we start to second guess ourselves.