After Death Signs and Communications
by RaVen S.
(Greeley, CO, USA)
I would like to share an extraordinary story about After death signs and communication with you all.
Last week, Monday evening - I was listening to Pink's music and watching her video on YouTube. I am Deaf and have to read lyrics and video at the same time to catch what people are singing, especially with females who tend to have a high voice. The title of one comical song is called "Please Don't Leave Me." It's about a psychopath girlfriend who refuses to let her ex-boyfriend go. It never fails to put a smile on my face.
Monday night, August 01, 2011, however, something happened that grabbed my attention. My mood suddenly shifted and next thing I know I am sobbing my heart out as the line that goes "Please Don't Leave Me" repeats itself. I feel a rush through my head and suddenly my logical mind asks "Why are you getting so emotional?"
Next thing I knew I regressed to being a 13 year old and I sensed my step-Daddy's presence. I remember his abandoning me when my parents got divorced. Sobbing still, perplexed now, I couldn't stop crying, then I sensed a nudge, "Look up my name."
So, blindly with tears running down my cheeks, I type up my Daddy's name.
My mind reeled when I saw his obituary in the Legacy website. I refused to believe it. Double checking this wasn't a joke. Sure enough, it's for real.
My world has been turned upside down since. I haven't seen him for about 9 years. I would send him notes and post cards or letters, but he never wrote back.
I cried myself to sleep and vowed the next day to call my Daddy's sister to really make sure. Sure enough, she confirmed over the relay service phone call that he's really gone and died from a heart attack.
This is what gets really eerie, but in a beautiful way. I had an unexpected visitor at my mailbox in my apartment building's entrance. A huge brown tired looking male moth was resting on top of the mailboxes. It was the size of my palm. I thought it was dying because it hardly moved. When I blew on it, its wings fluttered and I was relieved it was still alive. But I sensed it was dying.
That beautiful brown giant moth rested all day and it
was Friday, July 29, 2011. His sister confirmed that was the day he died. Saturday, the next day, the moth was no longer around.
Sunday, I felt intense chest pains when I was talking with a Deaf friend on my video-phone and had to excuse myself to get a glass of water and stretch my ribs.
It was not until Monday night whenthere was a final breakthrough through music and my empathic skills arose, to finally register his attempts to reach out to me in his afterlife.
I've been crying for over a week and been emotionally exhausted. On Thursday, Aug 04, 2011, I realized another profound shamanic healing moment took place.
Annoyed that I was really sleepy in the afternoon, and not wanting to sleep, I succumbed to taking a fitful nap. About 20 minutes later after napping, I wanted to stay awake but drifted back into a semi-unconscious state.It was there then suddenly I saw my Daddy's near fetal position stance and I saw my 13 years old child self balled up inside his stomach.
His shell was fading and he was finally releasing my 13 years old soul piece. My jaw nearly dropped in awe seeing all this so spontaneously. I realized that it did grieve Daddy to have abandon me and he was not as callous as I thought he was. I remember for 28 years whenever I visited him without his knowing, he always looked startled and nervous. but then would quickly cover up with a hearty greeting and smile.
We could never talk about the divorce, or why he could not continue to be my Daddy through out my adulthood. Now the 13 years old soul piece is back inside me and I'm nurturing her.
This has been the most profound and obvious example of after death signs and communications. I admit that I've had 6 other loved ones who died and made efforts to let me know that they were thinking and still connected with me. But Daddy's exit was like diving into a pool in a belly flop...no way to deny.
I thanked him over and over for reaching out to me, kind of marveling and feeling bittersweet about how he's communicating more with me now than when he was alive.
I miss him dearly and hope he will be my spiritual helper for the rest of my days.