Messages From Loved Ones Who Have Passed.

I really considered not writing this post.  The events of 12/24/12 that changed so many lives forever are still so raw for so many.  I am worried that writing about this in my blog will upset important people in my life because it will bring up the hurt again (not that it ever went away).  I also worry that if they are not receiving messages the way I have, they will feel cheated or jipped.  But after reading other blogs about communications from the dead and knowing how much it helped me, I decided this is something I need to do; not just for me but for others out there who may be searching or wondering.

This may sound strange to you and you may think I am completely nuts but I frequently receive messages from people who have left this life.  Some messages are subtle and the Conservative in me believes it is safer to just consider them as coincidences.  Others are so in my face that I can’t deny that they are truly messages.

I believe that the deceased send messages all the time but in order to receive them, you must have and open mind and an open heart.

Here are some of the most obvious messages I have received.  They come in the form of dreams, songs on the radio, animals, and most recently, EMS calls.

1.  When a fellow firefighter died several years ago, a constant, nagging thought in my head was, “I wonder if he knew how much he meant to me.  I wish I told him.”  I cried so many tears because of the regret I had about not letting him know how much I cared about him.  About a week after he died, I had a dream that I was sitting in a booth by myself at a restaurant and he just appeared in the seat across from me.  I said to him, “You are dead.  What are you doing here?”  He answered, “I want you to know that I know how much you care about me.”  Then he started to disappear and I begged him to stay.  He simply told me that he had to go now and he was gone.  I woke up feeling such relief and I knew immediately that was not just a dream; it was a visit.
2. My mother’s name is Jay.  Everyone called her “Jay Bird” or simply “Bird” and she loved Blue Jays.  Blue Jays (at least the ones around here) are flighty birds and rarely stay in one spot long enough for me to really enjoy them.  The spring following my mother’s death, I was in the garden and a Blue Jay hung around me for about 45 minutes.  Occasionally, it would fly to a nearby tree but would immediately return to the ground right near me.  Jokingly, I looked at the bird and said, “Mom, is that you?”   I called my sister to tell her that mom was stalking me in the form of a Blue Jay.  She replied that she had 7 Blue Jays on her pool that day.  I have never seen a flock of Blue Jays!
3. Keeping that Blue Jay in mind, I got 2 tattoos in honor of my mom.  One is a Blue Jay soaring in space as a reminder that my mother was soaring and she no longer needed those legs that were amputated.  I got another tattoo of a Blue Jay feather to remind me that while she seems far away, she is still so close to me, just as that Blue Jay was that day.  One day, I asked out loud, “Mom, do you like my tattoos?”  I laughed as I said this because anytime I got a tattoo or a piercing, my mother would say, “What the hell did you do to yourself now, Nicki?”  5 minutes after I asked her if she liked my tattoos, I went outside.  A Blue Jay was on my walkway and flew away when I opened the door.  I smiled and sat on the step then looked down and saw a feather right next to my foot!
4. An hour after that happened, my niece sent me a picture in a text of a Blue Jay feather.  She said a Blue Jay flew up to her son and dropped that feather on the ground.  That morning, she had woken up crying because my mother (her grandmother) never got to meet her son and she dreamed that she met him the night before.
5. Shortly after my mother died, I received an “A” on a paper that I worked hard on from a professor that said he doesn’t give “A’s” because nobody writes a perfect paper.  As I walked to my truck at school, I thought that I would call my mom to tell her about my grade then I cried hard in the parking lot when I realized I couldn’t call her anymore.  I collected myself, got in my truck and turned on the radio.  The song “I’m Already There” by Lonestar was playing.  I really believed it was her way of telling me that she knows about my grade and I don’t have to use the phone to tell her things.
6. On Christmas morning at about 4:30am, I was writing a note to Chip on his memorial site on Facebook.  He had a nick-name for just about everyone and mine was Francesca.  I wanted to sign my note with the nick-name he gave me but my mind was a complete mess and it drew a blank.  No matter how hard I tried, I could not remember that name and I was so upset about that.  5 hours later, we received an EMS call to a house on Francesca Way.
7. During the sign dedication ceremony we had on Lake Road, just as Chip’s son removed the sheet to unveil the signs in honor of Chip and Tomasz, two birds soared above us in the sky.
8. Lastly (for now), yesterday, I asked Chip to send me a sign that he was here because I needed to know that.  A few hours later, we received an EMS call to his old house.

I would love to hear about any signs or messages you have received!  If you have not received any, keep your mind and heart open because I am convinced they are being sent!  We just need to be open enough to receive them.