Tag: afterlife

  • Messenger

    Sacred Stories

    A woman was sharing the origin of the grief journey group that had gathered for the first time via ZOOM. This group had been meeting for about twenty years.

    The group had been started to support a man, with a young son, following the transition of his wife. He had attended a more formal grief group, but he found he was not comfortable sharing some of the experiences he was having.

    His wife had discovered she had advanced ovarian cancer during the cesarean birth of her son. In her final days, he and his wife had discussed the possibility of her communicating with him from the Afterlife. She had settled on a Red-tailed hawk as a way he would know it was a visit from her.

    Ten days after his wife left this earthly plane, he and his 6-year-old son were at home when this red-tail hawk flew up to their backyard fence and just sat there looking into their house.


    At the same time the woman was sharing the story of the wife’s “hawk visit” with the group, the husband was writing to the woman via Facebook Messenger about something else. Never previously had this woman received a message from him via Messenger.

    Those who love us, obviously really do continue to communicate with us from the Afterlife…. Long after life.

  • November 30

    Sacred Stories

    Her mother passed on November 30.

    One week later, thinking about her sister, she looked up her sister’s obituary.

    Looking at the obituary, she was stunned to see that she too had passed on Nov 30.

    These are sacred stories. What does this all mean to you? Do you have as story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.

  • Honey

    Sacred Stories

    It was the first roof-top wedding at the resort. The day was sunny and warm. The guests were gathered, waiting for the sunset ceremony. A bee buzzed around. The groom said, “It’s been here all afternoon.”

    While reading these words, “Although physical bodies pass away, Love is eternal. We recognize and welcome all who gather here today in body and in spirit. Each offers a contribution to this celebration and adds a unique blessing upon this marriage. Today, the bride will be married in her grandmother’s wedding ring” a bee flew under the eyeglasses of the minister. It did not sting, it just stayed there on the eyelid, until the glasses were removed to set the bee free.

    The bride’s grandmother’s nickname?

    Honey!

    Watch for the messages you receive each day from nature.

  • Coke!

    Sacred Stories

    Following his transition, a young man’s mother was feeling very bereft. When she went into a convenience store one day, to buy a cola, she numbly slid the cooler door open.

    Reaching in, there on the shelf of the cooler, staring right out at her, was a bottle with her son’s first name!

    Coke - Kyle

    Right next to the bottle with his first name on it, she was looking at a bottle with his middle name!

    coke - tyler

    It is true that messages are everywhere. Those who love us never leave us.

  • Grasshopper

    Sacred Stories

    She was walking their dog on the usual path. There were always grasshoppers jumping out of the way on the sidewalk.

    Her husband had died. This particular day was the second anniversary of her husband’s transition, and she was walking and crying and wishing for the simple pleasure of holding his hand.

    At that very moment, a grasshopper jumped into her hand! The grasshopper stayed there a while before hopping off.

    She felt a calm and peace come over her, along with a big smile on her face. For that brief moment she felt the connection of holding his hand. It was a moment of sheer joy!

  • Mandarin Oranges!

    Sacred Stories

    Her most frequent snack of late was mandarin oranges. She was driving on a four-lane road, when—on the dotted line in her lane—she saw a single mandarin orange slice.

    Recognizing it as odd, she missed the message of a visit from her husband until the very next day (on a different four-lane road!) she saw—again on the dotted line in her lane—another single mandarin orange slice.

    orange

  • Electricity

    Sacred Stories

    She and her grandson were driving in her car. He was working on his homework, and asked her to turn the radio off. She did, but a block later, the radio came back on!

    When she would get into her car, she noticed the bright lights would be on. She knew she never left them on high beam. As she backed out of the driveway, her turn signal came on. She looked up and the rear view mirror was tilted down.

    At that moment, she knew for sure she had been visited by her husband.

    (Note* Many people say they experience odd electrical system happenings with their loved ones who have transitioned.)

  • Backbrush

    Sacred Stories

    She had a back brush she would use to scratch her back when it itched. She kept the brush on the floor next to her bed.

    backbrush

    One night, soon after her husband died, when she turned down her bed, the brush was in their bed!

    This is my simple religion.
    There is no need for temples;
    no need for complicated philosophy.
    Our own brain, our own heart is our temple;
    the philosophy is kindness.
    ~ Dalai Lama

  • Mikey

    Sacred Stories

    Last night, on our way home from Mikey’s memorial gathering, we had a wonderful and majestic experience.

    As we pulled up into our driveway, there was a beautiful 12 point buck, standing in the full moon light. He stood there looking right at us for a good long minute. It was picture perfect.

    It was like our friend was saying hi and good bye. It just took our breath away.
    buck 12

  • October 7

    Sacred Stories

    Her husband had passed over 20 years prior. When she passed shortly before midnight on Sunday, October 4, the family was not thinking about his birthday coming up in a few days.

    As the schedule for visitation, funeral, and burial unfolded, none of them were consciously aware of the significance: Her burial took place on what would have been his 98th birthday: October 7!

    Love is the only possession
    which we can carry with us
    beyond the grave.
    ~ Suzanne Curchod