In the last 10 years, I have experienced the death of three of my loved ones, which has taught me amazing things about how spirits communicate with their physical family members.  My regular readers know that my eldest son died just under ten years ago.  Shortly thereafter, my father died, and right after him, my mother died.  Each of them had their way of communicating with me.  A friend of mine, whose father died, had a different experience, which I will also share to underscore the different ways spirits communicate.

            Before my son died, I had an intellectual belief in the spirit world, but I didn’t fully believe it emotionally.  I had psychic gifts, but I didn’t recognize them, didn’t name them, and didn’t explore them.  My son made it his mission to show me the magic that I hadn’t been able to see or fully believe.

            He started with strings of coins left in my path.  Originally, it was always a string of three, three pennies, a nickel, a dime, and a quarter, or some combination of coins that made three.  It didn’t look closely at the coins.  It didn’t occur to me.  But later, I looked closer at those first handfuls of coins.  Many of them contained dates: his date of birth, 1985, and his date of death, 2015.  Later, those strings of coins became bills: a one, a five, a ten, and a twenty.

            Then he began talking to me inside my head.  I never heard his voice with my ears, only inside my head, and I didn’t believe it was him.  I figured I was making it up.  So, he proceeded to interrupt my thoughts.  I tried to do that myself, but the first thought would stop to accommodate the new thought.  When he interrupted me, both thoughts would continue to completion. So, I began to believe.

            He proceeded to make things disappear and reappear in strange places, places that I knew I had not put the item.  You can find lots of blogs describing the many things he made disappear and reappear.  He was a jokester, and he tried to make me laugh.

            He also messed with electricity.  He messed up the functioning of the radio in my car and put it back to right when I acknowledged that he had caused the problem.  There were so many ways he had shown me that the spirit world was real.

            My father communicated with smells and by visiting me in my dreams.  He was an atheist before he died, and I had told him he would discover there was a spirit world when he died, and he should come back and tell me I was right.  I suggested a message in a dog since he was so into dogs in his life.  But he was also into coffee, and coffee became the message.  I smelled coffee when I took my mom to her CPA (who only drank tea), and I smelled coffee when I brought my mother to my office.  (I have never made coffee in my office).  This method of communication overlapped with my son, who sent me smells that were much more unpleasant, cigarette smoke, and after I complained about that, the smell of rubber bike tires.

            My father also visited me in my dream.  My son had done it once as well, but when it was my son and I tried to hug him, he backed away from me. 

            “I can’t let you hug me, Mom.  You might not let go, which could cause you to die.”

            But my dad let me hug him.  I ran across an emerald green lawn into my daddy’s arms.  His face was full of smiles, and he didn’t feel anxious like he had in his life.  He felt like God when I hugged him.  I felt an overwhelming feeling of joy and peace.  Before that night, I had been working on remaining calm with my children.  Sadly, I didn’t always succeed, and sometimes I yelled.  After that amazing hug, I have never yelled again.  I have raised my voice a little, but I don’t yell anymore.

            My mother’s communication style after she died was so different from theirs that I didn’t recognize it at first.  Both my dad and my son would talk with me if I reached out.  I’d see an image of their face, looking at me, and I would hear their voice in my head.  When I reached out to my mom, she seemed to always be looking away from me, like she wasn’t interested.  That was a misunderstanding.  She just communicated differently.  I found myself doing her mannerisms, things she did with her hands that I had never done before.  Then I found myself using her expressions, again, these things had never crossed my lips before.  “Oy vey, all day”, and “Heavens to Murgatroid,” which I think came from a very old cartoon.

            My friend’s father spoke to her so she could hear him with her ears.  I don’t believe any of my family members have done that, but someone did once.  Once I heard my name with my ears.  I didn’t answer because I wasn’t sure who it was.

            From these examples, I hope you feel clearer about the wide variety of ways that spirits can communicate with us.  I am not suggesting this is an exhaustive list; rather, I am offering some examples to help illustrate my point.  I hope these examples have been helpful.  For months after my mother died, I thought she wouldn’t talk to me.  I always sensed the back of her head like she was ignoring me.  It took someone else pointing out to me the unusual way she chose to communicate for me to understand.  I hope that by sharing my own experiences with you, I am helping you understand how your loved ones communicate with you.

Blessings!

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