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In the last weeks of pregnancy with my son, Harrison, our doctor was intent on inducing labor if the birth didn’t take place by the weekend. He nonchalantly asked me to ‘choose’ a birthdate, as if I were making an appointment to get my hair done. “But wait”, I said, “I can’t do that… it’s so unnatural.” Thoughts flooded my consciousness. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. His astrological chart would run amok…a day would make a difference in the course of his life!!! All the ‘what if’ scenarios took on a life of their own.
I didn’t want this responsibility. It belonged to a higher power. So I prayed. I meditated. I visualized. I got hypnotized. I had long conversations with my baby, nudging him to enter the outside world. He wasn’t ready. Forced to make a decision, I arbitrarily chose Tuesday, April 25th. It was the year 1996. He was beautiful.
A few years later I was at my Aunt’s funeral. Driving into the cemetery I felt a rush of warmth flood my heart. It was palpable. We got to the site where both of my grandparents were buried so many years ago. I looked down at my grandfather’s grave. There it was, etched in stone. Born. April 25th, 1896. One hundred years to the day of the birth of his great grandson. My whole being smiled. There it was. So perfect. The angels were at play all along. I thanked them for the gift of making their presence known, lifting the weight, and reminding me to trust in the Universe.
This story has been an extraordinary teaching opportunity in synchronicity. My son never tires of hearing it. It has given him the gift of believing, of knowing that there are miracles, of understanding that trusting our intuition, and the powers that be… lead to a more peaceful life.
Oh, Barbara – what a beautiful story – what a beautiful sign, too, confirming your connection to your ancestors, and their connection to Harrison! Thank you so much for sharing it.
I won’t say this was an encounter but to see the Divine in motion is wonderful. I am a Reiki Master/Teacher and use the divine light everyday. One day several months ago I was ask to speak at a retirement home about Reiki. When I walked in I knew it was going to be a rough crowd, as they were mostly elderly Catholic women. I talked hard for an hour and believe I made some believers of my practice. When I was all through there was a fifty something man in a wheelchair with a blanket over his legs. He ask me If I would try it on him for the pain in his foot, which prevented him from walking. I told him yes and kneeled beside him, laying my hands on his arm. After having my eyes closed for about five minutes, I looked up and he had tears in his eyes. I ask him what was wrong and he said, The pain is gone. He then lifted the blanket reveling that he had no legs. It was phantom pain he had for ten years and couldn’t walk because of it. He thanked me over and over and we cried together. Three weeks later he was fitted and using his prosthesis’ to walk. The creators light went through me and into him. This sort of thing happens everyday for us. And everyday we consider it a divine intervention. My wife and I have devoted our lives to using the Divine Light to help people heal emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
Peace, Love, and WhiteLight
WhiteBear
Beautiful, blessed work you’re doing. Thank you for sharing about it here.
I used to see colored lights flit on the periphery of my eyesight and I knew they were angels. Not just because of the colors, but from the feelings they gave off. Something like giddy love, peace and comfort all rolled into one. They feel like nothing and no one else.
At the same time I questioned whether or not angels had wings. I mean, WHY would an angel need wings? I even questioned the idea of Michael (yes, the Archangel) as having a flaming sword. Why would an angel need a sword of any kind I would think.
Then one day I saw him. He was standing behind a man, a stranger to me. The man was talking, I looked away and back at him and THERE was this bright, ultra bright even, light with an eight foot angel in front of it, or coming out of it, I’m not sure.
But there he was, with huge wings fully out, a sword the blade of which was made of blue flame and he had the most serious look on his face. In short, he had this guy’s back!
On top of it, there were two shorter angels, one on each side of the man, and they were resting their heads on his shoulders. I was sitting there, with my mouth open and my eyes popping out, staring about two feet over the guys’ head. He looked at me funny. Makes sense right because I must have looked peculiar. I couldn’t help but tell him. Later he told me another woman, she was also a stranger, a week earlier had told him he had three angels around him. But he was still kind of floored. So was I. Turns out, he was going through some of the worst times of his life and knowing that he had angels all around helped him get through it.
We all have angels around us, all the time. But normally I only sense them, when I see one, just like I’d see a person, I know whoever that angel is around, needs to be told it’s there.
My angel story:
It was Thanksgiving week when, on November 23, 1997, my mother dropped dead while talking on the phone with me. She had called a half hour earlier to say she wasn’t feeling well. As we were talking I heard the phone drop and no one was there.
I drove over to her apartment, which was ten minutes away from my house, ran into her apartment to find her lying dead on the floor. She had suffered a heart attack.
In the days after her death I experienced odd occurrences. FIrst, I received a call from the bank teller at my mother’s bank. I’d never met her before I went to close out my mother’s account. Yet a few days later, she called to wish me a happy birthday. Her last name was the same as the character from the “Touched by an Angel” TV series. The same day, my cell phone rang from an anonymous number and there was only dead air.
I got a call from a nursing home regarding someone with my father’s name. My dad had died in 1984. His favorite song played on the radio shortly after the call.
I found a letter that my mother wrote about how if someone was to die next, that it be her and she spelled out exactly what she wanted for her funeral.
You see, she and I were the last remaining immediate family members. All of them had died instantly of heart attacks within a short period of time. My dad died in 1984, My brother died in 1990, my other brother died in 1994 and my sister died in 1995. They were born within five years of each other and died within five years of each other. My sister died around the exact time she was born, on her birthday. After my brother died in 1994, my sister saw “angels” walking toward her and she knew she would be next. They buried my brother on “sweetest day”, the day my sister was born, a year before my sister would die, on her birthday.
Still today I get “messages” from them in the form of smelling roses, as I did on the day my sister died, smelling cigarettes when my father is around, getting messages from my friends or strangers that my mother is proud of me.
I know there was a reason and lesson to learn in my life that I had to experience all my family members dying suddenly. I have grown as a person spiritually and emotionally since then and continue in my life’s mission. I trust that my guardian angels will guide me.
Hello Amy;
I happened along your site while on facebook this am.. pondering and pondering ,, thru the endless songs I could totally relate to on you tube…… some brought me to tears….. some made me smile.. some made me feel hope.. and then I found your page… The Butterfly totally caught me and I decided to take a see….. and wow. I said…. there was others out there like myself. I have for years wondered and tried to connect with others to share thoughts and questions.. even went to psychics and energy healers hoping for the so called “answers” ,, but I really always knew the answer…. just didn’t know what to do with all the things that came with being a most unique human….. well almost all human..lol…. I think human angel is more the term we use.. I have had many experiences in my life that still have to bring in full folded ….. with the wings in front wrapped…. I am a reiki practitioner of two levels… I am also a true empath. and I love yoga……. I am part cherokee Indian.. and I also grew up blessed as a young child in a foster home, at the age of two…….. so It all began ….. the life questions….. being spared a life of misery….. and then the trials and tribulations…of the aging process…..it is a book in itself……. I have miracle stories…. many…… I would love to share,,,,, and with some guidance……. maybe some reassurance… that I am on the right “path” and not judging who I am and why I was chosen to take on such responsibilities…….. to be calm with it all and let go of the stress and just” be”………. thank you for letting me put this out there…….for I know there are others…… who are struggling with some things……and are looking for guidance….. from Angels….
Aho……
Cynthia
Cynthia – I’d be happy to connect with you, to talk about your stories, your questions. Sent you an email.
May 31, 2003
Dear Mom,
It has been a little over six months since my last letter to you, and over eighteen months since your death. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you, prayed for you, and prayed for signs that there really is life after death, that your soul survived the death of your body, and that you’re in heaven having a wonderful time with Dad. I cannot understand why my faith in the afterlife was completely destroyed when you died. I had such strong faith before you died, but my faith died along with you, right when I needed it the most. I’ve been in a spiritual crisis ever since that awful day that you died, and there seems to be no convincing me that there is life after death. You just looked so, well, dead that day that I held you as you died.
Well, a few weeks ago, on May 7th, something very interesting happened to me, Mom, and I wanted to write about it, so that I could share it with those who stumble upon my words.
I had dropped my husband Steve off at the airport, so that he could walk to the gate and greet his mother, who would be visiting us over Mother’s Day. To pass the time while he made his way through the heightened security of the airport, I drove to a nearby gas station and waited in the car. As the temperature in the car warmed up, and the boredom increased, I decided to dig through a long-ignored collection of cassette tapes, hoping to find something to help pass the time more quickly.
I found a tape which I almost never listen to now, a tape of favorite piano music which I recorded for the birth of my daughter, six months before you began showing signs of the strokes which would eventually take your life. I’ll always cherish the memories of you and I driving through our gorgeous Colorado mountains each fall, Mom, listening to that tape, taking loads of pictures as we were mesmerized by the beauty of the golden aspen trees, enjoying our Hershey Bars! After your death, listening to the music on that tape brought immediate and uncontrollable sobbing, so I quit listening to it.
I hesitantly picked up the tape, staring at it and wondering if I wanted to stir up all those emotions again. Well, I was alone, and who cares if these strangers see me crying at a gas station!
I popped the tape into the player, and immediately felt the overwhelming feelings which I had been trying to stifle. The hole in my heart is unbearable at times, Mom, and I just can’t believe that you’re gone. As I sat there thinking so hard about you, I could suddenly clearly picture you sitting in the passenger seat of the car, waiting to see where we were going next. I could so easily picture your navy slacks, pink and white striped blouse, light green jacket, white crew socks, and tan SASS shoes. Your legs were gently crossed and you were even eating a Hershey Bar! It just seemed so real to me!
Suddenly, the urgent ringing of my cell phone nearly made me jump out of my skin! I’d gotten lost in my thoughts and visions of you, Mom, but now it was time to pick up Steve and his mom from the airport. Did he have any idea how jealous I was of him? He was happily walking the halls of the airport with his mom, while I was sitting there mourning the loss of my mom.
I looked at the clock in the car, and noticed it was 1:11. Remember how you and I used to laugh hysterically as we shouted “Picky Time” whenever the clock read 1:11 or 11:11, because the numbers looked like a picket fence? It was incredibly stupid, but provided much-needed laughter after Dad’s death in 1976.
Funny how often I’m noticing the clock at 1:11 and 11:11 these past few months. Are you somehow making me look right at that time so that I’ll think of you? Hmmm … that would certainly be a sign of your soul’s survival, exactly what I had begged you for before giving you permission to rejoin Dad in heaven.
No … my heart is hardened now, Mom. I can’t seem to believe in life after death any more. Believing that YOU are making me look up right at those times would force me to believe in life after death, wouldn’t it? Am I ready to make that leap of faith? Isn’t it more likely that it’s just a coincidence that I’m noticing the clock at just those times? Aren’t I just trying to make something out of nothing, so desperate in my search for reassurance about your soul’s survival?
I pulled myself out of those thoughts, started the car, and went to pick up Steve and his mom. I’ve got to quit feeling so awful, dry my tears, and prepare to greet my wonderful mother-in-law who has just lost her husband and soul mate after 45 years of marriage. I’ve just got to cheer up!
As I was driving along the highway, the weather seemed pretty nice. There was kind of an overcast feel to the day, but the sun was trying to peak through the clouds. My thoughts were with you as I continued listening to the tape.
Then, it happened.
Out of nowhere, a bolt of lightning blasted out of the sky and exploded into the shoulder of the highway, not more than ten feet from my car! A huge ball of fire blasted back toward the sky, followed by a large plume of smoke. I nearly lost control of the car as I screamed aloud to no one, (I was alone, wasn’t I?) and I just couldn’t believe what I had seen! I looked around to see the expressions of the other drivers near me, and was surprised to see that they didn’t seem nearly as awestruck or terrified as I was. Didn’t they SEE that?
Later that day, I went home and promptly emailed my friends about my “near-miss.” Several of them wrote right back, saying they feel that you were certainly in the car with me, Mom, protecting me! Everyone seemed to agree that it was some sort of a sign, but what did it mean? Were you, or Someone Else, trying to get my attention? Was that just a coincidence too?
I joke now that I don’t know if God spared me or simply missed!
I hope that it was, indeed, a sign from or about you, Mom. I pray that you’re dancing on streets of gold, and that I’ll get to be with you again someday, at least fifty years from now.
I love you, Mom.
With undying love,
Debbie
What a beautiful, heartfelt story of love between a mother and a daughter. And WHAT A SIGN! Wow. To me, that lightning bolt was sign. The angels and your mom had tried more subtle signs but you just couldn’t be convinced – so they sent a ‘lightning bolt out of the blue’, literally – to say, “Pay attention! This is real.” PS I wouldn’t worry that you might have been hit by that bolt – I think it hit its target: your heart.
Amy, I recently finished your book – very quickly, I might add – couldn’t put it down (couldn’t put my iPad down, I should say). I can honestly say that I have never experienced angels in the sense of a ghostly vision, or colors, etc. I have friends who have and I’m a little jealous of that. However, it is the synchronicities in life that are a huge part of who I am – the connections I find that I believe are divinely inspired.
However, there is one fairly recent experience I wanted to share with you and your readers. It is a sad story, but remarkable at the same time. That is how I described it to people at the time – a remarkable turn of events – but now that I have read Amy’s book, I see earthly angels involved.
We learned of my husband’s fathers sudden death early on a Monday morning. We live 9 hours away and immediately got in the car for the long drive. He lived in a small town in Ontario and my husband’s brother was waiting at the house for us, before he could return to his home an hour and a half away. It was early evening when we finally got off the highway at his town – a cold, dark and rainy January Monday. We were 5 minutes from my father-in-law’s house, when a dog suddenly appeared on the dark road in pursuit of a cat across the street. It was a big dog, killed immediately from the impact. The owner came running from the house screaming, I was hysterical, and my poor husband was numb.
But, here’s the remarkable thing. On this quiet, dark street (no streetlights), where we had seen nobody, there were suddenly people everywhere. Cars had stopped and people were there to comfort both us and the dog’s owner. One person in particular just happened to work at a vet’s office. She immediately checked the dog’s pulse, picked it up, put it into her SUV, offering to cremate the dog, and return the remains to the owner. If this person had not been there, we would have felt responsible to help in some way and would have had to stay on the scene much longer. Yet, my husband’s brother was waiting just around the corner. What were the odds of that happening? It brought so much comfort to the dog’s owner. I really think that person was an angel and I wonder if she was ever seen again.
I thought about this when you mentioned how often angels appear in roadside emergencies.
It wouldn’t surprise me at all. Whenever we’re dealing with strong emotions and/or critical situations, the angels are always close at hand. Even if the woman from the vet’s office was not an angel, it’s remarkable how ‘coordinated’ her arrival feels, isn’t it?