Signs of Spirits
May 24, 2016 2 Comments
I am a strong believer that when we die, we don’t just evaporate into thin air; that our souls pass from this world—with all the knowledge and experience we gathered while we were alive—into the afterlife. Some people call it heaven, Pagans refer to it as Summerland, but whatever belief system you have there is some form of afterlife. Except maybe if you’re a Nihilist.
What happens to us after we die, is a mystery, but I belief we beings of energy who come and visit our living (for lack of a better word) relatives. I call these beings Spirits.
I went to see a medium several years ago, and the main thing I took away from his seminar was that spirits take their cues from us. If we don’t want to know they’re around, they won’t give us hints that they’re present. If we do want to communicate, they’ll let us know they’re around. For the longest time I was seeing dimes all over the place. I could walk through the kitchen and see nothing but a bare floor. Walk back through the room later on and see a dime right in my path. I’ve heard coins are a favourite sign of theirs to alert a relative of their visit.
Spirits let us know they’re around by other signs as well. Did you catch a whiff of a perfume or smell that reminded you of your Grandmother? That was probably her, just saying hi. Were you stressed out and smell something that reminded you of your father or Grandfather and suddenly felt calm? Yup, good chance they knew you were upset and chose to visit you, just to say everything is all right and I’m here for you.
In the spring of 2009, we lost our beloved dog Sara. Best dog we ever had. That summer we did some renovating (the living room) and instead of putting down carpet (because we couldn’t afford it) we painted the floor white. We did it one Saturday afternoon. Sunday morning we got up, and off along the wall, I saw a footprint in the pain. It wasn’t a typical print. The cats walked on it the floor too, so we could tell the difference. It looked more like a smudge of her paw print and I smiled knowing she was still walking around our home.
Keep this in mind the next time you catch a familiar scent on the breeze or hear the favourite song of someone who has passed. It could be them stopping in to see how you’re doing.
Have you had any experiences with Spirits?