I don't know. And I think people who claim to know are just guessing. I've tried to get answers from deceased loved ones, spirit guides, angels, ascended masters (for me, Jesus) but I can't. I get the sense that if we knew, it would interfere with our work here on earth so it's just information we aren't allowed to have. I'll give you one interesting theory that resonates with me. The reality that we are living here on earth is just one aspect of our higher self. Our higher self is our true self. Our I Am. That part of us never leaves the spirit realm. We just dispatch different aspects of that higher self into different realities. Our purpose for being on this earth at this time in this reality is to learn. This is our earth school. This is where we learn to truly love, to show compassion, to become enlightened, to uplevel, .... And we repeat the process until we get it right. If this is true, then your mother's soul would simply rejoin her higher self. I am a Christian so I would call that heaven - a place where Source Energy (or God) is. I'm sorry your mother died. I do believe there is a heaven. And I think we have all been there many times. I just think if we remembered it clearly, we might be a little too anxious to leave this world when things get tough. I do know that life continues after death. I know that most spirits I talk to who have died and moved on are happy and at peace. I'm just not sure exactly what it looks like. |
Do you believe that souls speak to their non-psychic loved ones in various ways? My mom recently passed away and I think she is speaking to me through flickering lights and random electronics, like the garage door opening when not pressed, etc. |
Catholics believe we become part of the Communion of Saints praying for the souls still here on earth. |
Our deceased loved ones communicate with us often. All of us are born with the natural ability to receive those messages. Most people just aren't paying attention. Spiritual beings like to use energy to communicate with us because it's easier for them to manipulate. Also look for anything that repeats in your environment, especially numbers. If you noice it, tell them! Say, "I saw that! Thank you!" |
I’m a NICU nurse. Recently I was taking care of a very sick, but stable, baby. In the middle of the night I stepped out of his room for a couple minutes, and was standing at the nurses station. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone enter his room. I immediately went to see who it was, but no one was there. I got the feeling that something was present in the room though. The next morning the baby passed away... |
Have you ever heard of baby’s coming back and giving signs? My son passed at 10 months old and I’m awake right now at 4 AM missing him terribly. Sometimes I just doubt that his young soul would be able to come back and see me. I ask him to visit me in dreams and it doesn’t work either. I’m afraid I’m losing memories of him too. |
PP here that lost a baby. Thank you for this. |
I sooo love this topic! I’ve always been hyper aware of everything, my surroundings, human condition, nature and animals etc. I am deeply emapathetic. Extremely physically sensual. If there is a sound behind me, often quite a distance away, the back of my ear gently vibrates or twitches for a second (always the ear where the sound is coming from). I have a few occurrences but can’t list all right now. Just this very current and heart bursting moment. Bear with me...My beautiful father passed away on 2/14/18. My mother (who was a saint) passed away 10 years ago on 2/12/10. I spent most of my adult life as their primary caregiver. I had deep respect for my parents for many reasons that I won’t get into. It was muddled with uninvolved siblings, a brother who is so awful and was awful to our parents.
When my mother died, my father kept telling people at her service how he was so sad that she didn’t receive the Valentine card he sent (he always mailed one to her which is quirky). I cared for him for years, always had my bag packed, rushing to him for every emergency and getting him stable before coming home to my own family. It was hell, honestly. But, my devotion to my parents was unending. I never had a signal from my mother after she died, except one instance which this post is not about. My father declined and passed this year on Valentine’s Day. It really didn’t register that it was V day for me. Siblings were there making it less than a peaceful time. Once I had a chance to be alone at my dad’s place with arrangements made and plan in place to fly home with him the next morning, I began getting his place cleaned and organized to close up. My father loved jazz. I had placed a bose in his bedroom and played his jazz cd’s for him, as he was mostly in bed toward the end. I grabbed a cd and put it on shuffle. First song to play was, My Funny Valentine. Of course, I teared up. My best friend called and we talked for a minute, then she said, I keep remembering talking to dad at mom’s service and how I cried when he told me about the valentine card. I told her how strange it was that she mentioned it because I just play a cd on shuffle and My Funny Valentine was the first song. We were all wow, omg it’s a sign and said goodbye. Didn’t think much after that and became distracted because the Parkland school shooting was happening. As it turns out, my father passed away as the shooter started his rampage and the school was less than 10 miles from his home. Turned on the news, became even more filled with grief and continued with busy work. I was packing boxes of my siblings items to be shipped. Going through pictures etc. I found a white envelope, sealed with my fathers writing on the front; You never received this, but you’ll always be my beautiful valentine. I carefully opened the seal and inside was the valentine card he mailed her 10 years prior, post stamped and unopened. That is all...faith and God bless! |
following. Previous poster who is an empath, do you see spirit children ever?
Many people in my mother’s family experienced ghosts at my mother’s ancestral home. It burned down in the 90s but even in the new home they experienced lots of open doors, music, lights on and off. |
At the Naval Postgraduate School. The hotel decor looks like a mashup between The Shining and Hogwarts. I saw a 3 dimensional, small white light with like, spikes on it. It was floating. |
Dear 4:34 with the 10 month old baby who passed. Just wanted to say that I’m so sorry for your loss, I wish I could hug you and listen to you tell me about your little one, your feelings, etc. My heart is with you. |
I feel the same dear 4:34, I am also sorry for your unbearable loss. I lost a baby late term pregnancy. Still heartbreak 15 years later. Yet I feel him everyday because of his beautiful twin brother who is here. |
I did once. But my mind quickly rationalized it away because it was so random and a long time ago. I was walking in a multi level parking garage and forgot where I parked. As I turned a corner on upper level, I looked down and I saw what appeared to be a young girl, white silhouette (very much like in movies), on the lower level. It was so long ago, maybe I was 23. I wondered what she was doing there. The parking garage was next to a major hospital though. |
I’ve posted about this here before, but here goes:
When we bought this house, we were told it was “flipped” by a father/daughter/son-in-law team. They were true professionals and it was a hobby as much as a way to make a living. Two days before we were to close, the father passed away. They were itching to get this house off their hands, so they agreed to still close. At the closing, the daughter told me how much her father loved fixing up houses, and how much he adored a pendant light fixture in the kitchen - he picked it out himself. She went on and on about this light fixture, sentimentally. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I hated it. It just was the complete opposite of my style. Well, we moved in and all was well. We saved a bit of money and started adding some personal touches. One of the first things to go was that light. As soon as we swapped it out, weird things started happening; We’d hear water running but couldn’t find a source, things would pop and groan, we’d hear people talking when no one was around, etc. Creeped out and fed up, I got to thingking and wondered if it could be that old man. So I went to the kitchen and shouted, “I’m so sorry. We love this house but that light just wasn’t our style. I’m sorry!” The house has never made another sound. |
I had a relative pass recently and all since the death I keep seeing the numbers 444 everywhere. I never noticed them before the death but see them everywhere now. Dying to know what they mean. It’s to the point where I’ve woken up at exactly 4:44 several mornings |