One of her gloves was missing. She searched her car, checked the house, and even called the last home she had been in the previous day asking if she might have left a glove. She distinctly remembered having put both of her gloves, along with her hat, into the basket on the shelf in the coat closet when she came in from work.

When they heard the crash, she and her husband were nowhere near the closet, but when they discovered the basket on the closet floor, there inside it was the missing glove!

She noticed the flag honoring her father’s military service was on that top shelf. Perhaps it was taking up too much room so the basket was not secure? Taking the flag down from the shelf, she placed it with some other items of his she had in the spare bedroom. Turning to leave the room, she heard another CRASH.

The framed photo of her father’s mother and father had just fallen over…. Nothing else on the dresser was disturbed, and she knew immediately she was being communicated with from beyond.

Ah, too many books were piled on her piano stool and end table, and then, “SPLASH!” Her previously full cup of coffee was now on the carpet, the drapes, and had drizzled down into the magazine rack.

While she was busy cleaning up the mess, she came across a book that she had gotten free with a magazine subscription years ago. She had forgotten about it entirely.

The book, How to Clean Practically Anything, opened to this section on cleaning coffee from carpet!

Late one Friday night, a mother’s car slid into an icy river. Fourteen hours later a fisherman spotted the car and called the authorities.

When the rescue workers arrived at the scene, they heard a voice (not a child’s voice) calling “Help me” from inside the car. They found the mother’s body in the driver’s seat.

Her eighteen month-old daughter, Lily, was in the back seat dangling inside her car seat—still alive!

She let the busy of her day keep her from sending the text message, but off and on, all day long, her friend kept popping into her head.

As the evening dark was falling around her, her cell phone rang. She saw the face of her friend and answered saying, “So you got my message!”

“Where are you?” her friend asked.

“Did you call because you knew I was thinking about you?”

“I did not call you. You must have called me. I am on the phone with my dad.”

“You called me! My phone rang.”

“Oh, my god…. Can I call you back after I finish with my dad?”

She learned that stress was thick in that phone call with her friend and her dad. How did (at that moment) the phone dial another number? Especially her number….However it happened, the result was a loving connection that made a huge difference.

Needing a kitty fix, after traveling and being away from the cats in her life, she went to an auto repair business where Sonny spends his days. He is one of those great cats who gets so absorbed by the attention he receives he forgets to swallow and slobbers. She had not been there for one year, and she was so relieved he was still there and welcoming her affection.

As she sat down on the bench and welcomed Sonny up on to her lap, she saw a dime on the floor under the edge of the counter! For over a year she had been finding dimes for a friend (the dimes come as a message of love from her friend’s husband who had transitioned). This dime is special, two days before Valentine’s Day.



She snapped a photo of the dime, sent it photo to her friend, and gave Sonny a few more minutes of kitty massage. She would have missed the dime if not for stopping by to spend time with him.

January 31, 2015, her sweet mother was moved to hospice care.

February 7, 2015, her sweet mother moved from this world to the next.

Her mother’s death took place while she and her husband were out of town on a trip he had received through work.

February 8, 2015, returning home from the trip, she found this beautiful bloom on a cactus she had moved into the house for the winter.

She recognized instantly this message from her mother as this cactus had never before bloomed in the house!

She had forgotten her own experience with the number 1111 until she was told how they came to occupy the office at 1111 Main Street in 2014. It was now 2015, but her own happenings with the number occurred back around 2005.

She had been going through a very dark period in her life, and had deep depression. To survive, she immersed herself in reading the Bible, and she had a good friend to talk to.

Well, she started to always notice that when she looked at the time, it was 11:11, or something related to that number. Her kids told her when she saw that number, she was supposed to make a wish. She never did that, but she thought it was cute.

After about a month of her seeing 11:11 every day, she was desperate to figure out what it meant. She read every 11th chapter, 11th verse passage in the Bible, thinking that God was trying to tell her something. Nothing clicked, and her friend reassured her it was not a bad thing, but encouraged her to pray about it.

Ten years later, she still doesn’t know what that all meant back in 2005.

Following her phone consultation with the holistic therapist who rents that office at 1111 Main Street, she had to go pick up her son from school. When she looked at her clock, it was 11:11. She has since realized that she may have been drawn to that signage because of the number in the address, rather than to the words “Holistic Therapies” as she had initially thought.

Interestingly, her comments about the words Holistic Therapies is what prompted the therapist to share the meaningful coincidences about the selection of that office space related to the street number 1111. Now, that number gives her a sense of relief when she sees it, and she realizes God was giving her direction and support all along.

She says even though she had been taking baby steps in her journey with Christ, she now wonders if somehow that number was a beacon helping her make the contact, even though her first happenings with it were so many years ago.

The night following the consultation, as she crawled in to bed, she knocked something off the headboard. Turning on her phone, using the light to find out what had fallen, this is the first thing she saw:

It was early when she crawled into bed. Her husband pushed the bedroom door closed, so he would not disturb her, but when a text message popped in on her phone, he peeked into the room and discovered she was still awake.

“Would you like me to bring your phone in to you?” he asked quietly.

As she was looking to see who that message was from, a very important message about the passing of a client came in from the client’s daughter. Because she had her phone there with her, she was able to immediately respond with much needed love and compassion.

He had never before paid attention to messages coming in for her. Thankfully, he heard not only the “ding” but also the urging to offer to bring her phone in for her. Bidden or unbidden, God is present….

She was so depressed she could not see herself going on. She doused herself with gasoline, got into her car in the garage, struck a match, and was ablaze!

A voice boomed in her head,“OPEN THE DOOR AND GET OUT OF THE CAR!”

Somehow, she did just that and survived being burned over 85 percent of her body. Years later she would say, “I never knew anyone would care if I lived or died. Obviously, someone wanted me to live.”

Each one of us is loved beyond measure. Let’s all remember that.

During a Healing Touch session, the practitioner kept having “monkey” pop into mind. Finally, a question, “Does monkey mean something significant to you?” led to a cathartic sharing of a childhood trauma in which the client’s adored Curious George stuffed animal had been thrown away. The child perspective was that had been done maliciously, by the mother. Although we do not know if that is true, it was very healing to be able to express that painful memory from long-ago.

The practitioner knew the thought of monkey had not come from her conscious knowledge of the relevance. The universe is full of unseen helping hands….