They definitely communicate with us,
my daughter says.
Signs, words, visions, songs, "pocket dial" messages, butterflies, birds, orbs, white feathers: believe it or not, there really may be something happening here, as I started to set forth last month in Angels "simply use what's available" - even our cell phones, or landscape rocks
Today, @yahia-lababidi posted something that would support the idea of words and "magic" - including the semantics of the word magic - "frankly, it’s a word I’m suspicious of —as it implies fakery, deception or worse, diabolical influence," he writes.
Do You Believe… in Magic? (My intimate exchange with a stranger)
These matters cannot be proven, they are revealed to the mind that surrenders in humility.
Only silence and contemplation reveal mysteries…
Words have meaning, and words *make things happen - whole books on this subject have been written. The Gospel of John is one of the most profound and beautiful:
That takes us back to Genesis: God said "Let there be light," and voila! There was light! All because God SAID...?
My sister Lori died a month ago today.
Today my youngest sister posted this in a private (family-only) Facebook group:
"I take as another sign, just got a notification for this!!"
"I have Never gotten a marketplace notification before let alone for Good Morning Sister and it’s morning!"🌼☀️
"Wow, I curiously go back to see what it was and got this!!"
A niece replied,
"May she always live on and communicate with us"
Sign-Sister's reply:
Gotta say I'm pretty amazed at all the signs I've already had! They better keep a coming!
She sees things most other people would not see (or believe to be a "sign"). E.g.
They better keep a coming! she says.
And if they don't....?
No, I didn't say that! I do not doubt her, I do not dispute her.
If the dead live on in some kind of afterlife, heaven forbid they spend it watching over us, seeing us mourn, seeing the loss and devastation (hey, some people are better at suffering than others), watching us fumble along and not having any tangible, concrete ways to intercede on our behalf. Just, no. We are told God feels the same about us. Having gifted us with Free Will (don't even get me started on that one!), God can only weep when we trash our lives making bad choices even though we have but to *trust in Him and BELIEVE! to have God as our Captain, or co-pilot, or Pilot, the Holy Spirit as our Advocate and Intercessor, Jesus as our Savior.... yeah, you know the drill. If the dead do "see" or sense us, let us hope it is only in fleeting glimpses, and that the dead are having a grand time in a marvelous After-Life, free of pain and suffering. Watching us, the living, suffer the loss of our loved ones: what kind of heaven would that be? (A community of saints, perhaps, which is a whole other topic.)
Little Sis say Lori had "better keep" them signs a coming.
I be like:
The tree frog is explained here:
#Music may be the one "message" I see/hear most.
Like the complete Bohemian Rhapsody on our way home from the farm that Monday night, 13-Sept-2021. Of all people, the sign-seeing sister scoffed and said, "I hear that on the radio all the time." Well, I don't. And if I do, it's never the whole thing, start to finish. Either I tuned in too late, or I have to park the car and dash into an appointment without hearing it to the end. {{{And whassup with that particular song? When our sister Julie went missing 28-Nov-1975, THAT SONG had only just been released, and chances are, she never got to hear it, but every time it came on the radio I'd think "Julie would love this song soooo much. I hope she makes it home again soon and we'll get to hear her sing it."}}} No sooner did Little Sister scoff at *my sign, than a cousin that very day messages me a photo he'd taken of Lori at the last reunion -- with that song title on her T-shirt. (And he knows nothing of the song having any particular meaning for me.) Coincidence? Or a reinforcement of the idea that the dead DO communicate with us via song? Getting us to tune in to the right station at the right time....
Of course, when I mentioned it to our youngest sister, she said she's the one who gave Lori the T-shirt, and she has a duplicate of it herself, and sent me the evidence. So, I put the two photos side by side. Sssh, don't tell - I keep Sister #5's name and photo out of my public blogs because she is fiercely private. Same with Sister #3. If any of you know their names, you're super sleuths!
As messages from the other side go, The Big One, for me, might be the auto-text in the mystery font, the I'm Sorry, which is most significant for the timing and the back story. Details in last month's post: Angels "simply use what's available" - even our cell phones, or landscape rocks
Lori, if you're still lurking and keeping tabs on us,
I'm the one who's sorry!
For all that I have failed to do.
The sting of those deathbed words, Carol never did much of anything, hit so hard because there is too much truth in it. You were only trying to recall some memory of me in childhood (which I spent mostly with my head in a book, doing nothing but read, read, read), and your final words on Carol struck a chord because they are all too true of me in adulthood. I should have done so much more for you.
And that reminds me again of Yahia's post. The flip side of which is this: poets weave "magic" with their words, but we ordinary mortals can inflict damage with our careless word choices. Nothing was ever so untrue as this childhood motto:
Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me.
I tell ya what, a beating with a stick can do less-lasting damage than words that stick in our psyches, wounding our souls. But that's a whole 'nother topic.
On a lighter note, just for fun, our endearing and sign-blessed youngest sister snapped both of these photos of Lori channeling "bobble heads" along with our mom's cats:
Lori, if you're watching over my shoulder (Lord, I hope not; what kind of "heaven" or afterlife would that be), you know that I love you, however many ways I failed to manifest that. To be fair, that "failure" belongs in equal measure to you. To all of us.
The magic of words is that they have power to do more than convey meaning; not only do they have the power to make things clear, they make things happen. - Frederick Buechner
And on that note, let us be kind to one another, as your beloved Bible reminded us:
source: AwakeMe.com
Whatever the font, whichever translation of the Bible, I'll say it again:
Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you. - Ephesians 4:32.
How beautiful is your speech? Would hearers compare it to a beautiful painting or sculpture? King Solomon praised good speech in this proverb by comparing it to an exquisite scene. A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. Proverbs 25:11
If the Bible isn't your thing, no problem; let this be our thing:
It's heartening to read this, dear @carolkean, kindred spirit and I daresay that Lori might, too.
I Believe, in a big way that the air is swarming with spirits (both good and bad) so we must be careful what we give our attention to/summon. But, yes, daily miracles, winks and nudges to the ones who are open to receive...
You want more synchronicity, I got notice of your post as I was watching this video which is about the Occult Sciences in Islam (and it seemed like a sign and a confirmation).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=q3e39WLzwgA
Stay blessed, sister
🙏
There must be an "other side", with a better world than this one... It's the astral heavens basically.
I sooo hope you are right, @vikthor. The old war between left brain, right brain -has me hoping but doubting.
I don't doubt it anymore. We're multidimensional beings with an infinite lifespan having a human experience. The astrals are just as real as this world, even more I dare say. Some experience the astrals while still in sleep mode, but it takes years of mastering to go to this spiritual level.
Well, dang - I have a long way to go. To me, the world is as straightforward and "obvious" as scientific observation would have it, and the world of the unseen, the mystic, the dance of the atom, is beyond me. I'd love to tap the "magic" and power we read about in New Age Physics (Robert Lanza, Deepak Chopra) and fantasy novels. Novelist and physician Dr. Libby McGugan says "Life is living us." Whatever forms my sisters may take in the afterlife, I would love to believe we will meet again on the other side....
I was skeptic in many things paranormal even though I must admit I had several of them myself that I couldn't quite explain up until the age of 21/22 (so I decided to discard them as something which was just very strange and random). I am not a skeptic anymore however... I know there is something bigger than me, fortunately. And it's for the good, mostly. But this world... is the closest thing to hell in my perception. There are some safe havens which are closest to heaven (at least to the lowest of the higher astrals), but way too few outposts of this quality in my humble opinion. Overall it's dark and murky down here (not as in the lower astral realms, but still), yet according to the Book of Urantia progress will be achieved for mankind to accede to higher ascension phases and transition to higher dimensions of consciousness respectively, at first slow, but then gradually better and better. Hope, there will always be hope, even in a physical realm as Earth which seems preponderantly cut so far away from the Source.
You are a font of information and insights - next up, the Book of Urantia - and what you say fits with all that I have been leaning toward: something BIGGER than us, mostly good, with hope of ascending to higher phases, but I best go check out this book that kinda sounds like You-RANT-sha, a mnemonic device, as RANTING is what i do. THanks again Vikthor!
Ok, looking up Urantia....
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Urantia_Book
I sooo hope you are right, @vikthor. The old war between left brain, right brain -has me hoping but doubting, and doubting yet hoping.
When we communicate, any old way, we spark imagination in ourselves and in our listeners. Creation. Magic. It's simple.
I am so sorry I missed that those were her last words regarding you! I flippantly told you that, if that's what people think of you, then make sure you actually do nothing. You did so much for her!!! I wish you could stop feeling so guilty. Is forgiveness of self a Catholic thing?
Another impromptu and inspired poem from the master - THANK YOU!
Words without the power of imagining - there is soooo much to unpack from that! Your talent for hammering words into haiku, or 3-lined verse, whatever it's called--- it's sublime. As was this:
WHAT, did you DELETE IT....? I can't find it now! The "do nothing" verses.
And I thought everything was forever on the blockchain.
THANK YOU for kind attention, your gift of words, your endless inspiration, @owasco!
Flippant? You? Not at all. She was asked to reminisce about the five sisters and our childhood together, and for me, she came up blank. Carol never did much of anything. Well, there are contemplatives who lead lives of silence and meditation who might assert that much can happen beneath the stillness of a surface, but I didn't bother to "go there" - I was and ever am a schlub, not a mover and a shaker, not the life of the party, not the one who'll set the world on fire. So be it. I am an idiot for letting it get to me at all, that deathbed commentary on the five sisters and the who made no impression on Lori.
So, yeah, I'm actually embarrassed that it cut to the quick and lasts and lasts, and I'm wallowing in the guilty of all my sins of omission. the things that I have failed to do - and yes, Catholics do teach forgiveness, and the saints manifest it better than any Protestant role models I grew up with. Maybe I should have grown up surrounded by mystics, pagans, and Catholics, not Evangelicals. :) Lori was White Evangelical, and I said she's one of those people who are easier to love from a distance, and she must have caught wind of that somehow and punished me for it with those Last Words....
Or perhaps her feelings for you are too deep for words, and a different communication existed between you two. Or maybe she hadn't finished the sentence, and would have said "carol never does anything hateful". Maybe whoever recounted her words to you didn't remember them clearly, doesn't know how hurt you are. Maybe maybe maybe. Every interaction presents enormous opportunities - what we choose to imagine becomes our reality.
I haven't deleted anything, but that poem may have been quite a while ago. I'll go see if I can find it.
You are very, very kind. Lori's daughter had an audio recording of the conversation. I didn't recount all of it here, and I never will. Suffice to say, she asked Lori (for posterity's sake) to reminisce about the sisters. She had a cute story or fond memory for the other sisters, but for me, she could only say.... that thing she said.
Ah, I didn't think to look at PeakD! I was looking for a comment you'd made to me, reassuring me that to "do nothing" can be a good thing.
She actually said WORSE THINGS after that thing she said, but I'm trying to believe that the weird "I'm sorry" text really was somehow, mystically, generated by Lori, as an actual apology for having said the sh*t she said, but I'm learning that DNA (and even bonemarrow) doth not a sister make.
https://peakd.com/hive-161465/@owasco/dance-fever-a-freewrite-haiku
I didn't gloat, I swear I did not (while Little Sis got a message from Lori, I got a message from YAHIA), no, I did not GLOAT over that, and yet my punishment came anyway. From both my remaining sisters. I had rejoiced over Little Sis's "message" and added that it arrived on this day -- moreover, it was a MONTH AGO TODAY that Lori died. How special is that, right? Well, BOTH sisters rushed to relieve me of my ignorance (or display theirs, if you want my opinion). Seven days = a week. Four weeks = a month. Lori died on a Monday, four weeks (one month) ago, and the ONLY comment I get from my two remaining sisters is that "It won't be a month until the 13th." I call B.S. on that.
It's another PTSD trigger, or I wouldn't find myself so outraged and so "Shot Down Again" by their petty replies.
But nobody else needs to read this. No need for anyone to comment on it.
Words can be MAGIC, in the hands of poets like Yahia and Owasco, whose words inspire, amuse, reassure, clarify, illuminate, and uplift.
Words can also be slings and arrows, rotten tomatoes and stink bombs.
Long live the poets! Thank you for sharing your words with me.
Dear Carol, my condolences on the passing of your sister Lori.🙏 I don’t think she realized how hurtful her last words affected you. Perhaps she didn’t have your emotional depth. Maybe you weren’t as much mover and shaker as your other siblings but you certainly have influenced so many with your kindness and writings.
I know from personal experience that when the body, upon death, returns to pure spirit it can send messages back to loved ones to comfort and also warn us of impending events.
Carol, take comfort in knowing your sister loved you in her own way and did let you know she is thinking of you with the signs you received after her passing. Family dynamics can be complicated.
Being kind to one another is so important for our well being but sometimes not so easy to always keep in mind. :) 💕
Thank you, and I know you have known great loss, so it is heartening to see this:
Words have so much power - if we let them! - and my mission of a lifetime is to (1) stop internalizing the harsh words of others and (2) never let myself be guilty of the same thing, using harsh words. Being aware of how I come across has proven to be the challenge of my life.
Thanks again for your kind comments!
Most welcome, Carol. 💕 Take care, be well and keep on being yourself.🌸