Lesson 11: Be Open to Signs from the Spirit World

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”– Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Some people say that a spiritual world doesn’t exist because they can see no evidence of that. I say they aren’t paying attention because the signs are there. After my dear mother died, I prayed constantly for a sign that she was alright, that she was in heaven and not just a pile of ashes stuck in a wall at her beloved Episcopalian Church. For months nothing happened.

In the meantime, I had joined a support group for adults who had recently lost a parent. I know some people don’t feel the need for this, but I certainly did. Just because I was an adult, it didn’t make my pain on losing her any less traumatic. Also, there are few people you can feel comfortable talking to about such an upsetting event. I have found people who are going through the same emotions at the same time as you are can be the most helpful. We shared our sense of loss, our pain, our feelings of abandonment, our anger: whatever we felt or said wasn’t judged. No advice was given. The trained facilitator just supported us in our grief and helped us to come to terms with our loss through the processing of our many feelings in a safe space.

After the one-night-a-week evening sessions ended after two months, some members of the group continued to get together for drinks and emotional support. On one of these occasions, one of my support group friends asked me if I had gotten a sign yet about my mother. “No,” I said. “Still nothing.” She replied, “You are going to get a sign and you are going to get it soon.” “You sound pretty certain,” I said. “I hope you are right.”

The next day, I was driving my car to work and had WXRT on the radio. This is popular rock and roll station in Chicago. They were playing the Credence Clearwater Song, “Bad Moon Rising.” This song was too loud, too high energy for so early in the morning, so I turned off the radio rather than change the station to something more soothing. I continued to drive down the road with both hands on the wheel. I looked into the rearview mirror and noticed that the car behind me was getting too close and this was started to annoy me. Suddenly, I heard the car radio softly playing music. I was really surprised by this since I had turned off the radio. So, I turned up the volume so I could better hear it. And wouldn’t you know, it was harp music playing. To me, this music is symbolic of heaven. It continued to play for at least seven more minutes. When I pulled into the parking lot at work, a radio announcer came on and shared the name of the piece he had just played. The radio had switched to WFMT, a classical station I often listened to in Chicagoland.

Now you might say, “Oh, you turned on the radio yourself and switched the station without realizing it,” or some other nonsense. But this isn’t what happened. The radio went from off to on, from loud to soft, from WXRT (91.5) to WFMT (98.7) by itself. Some people might find this implausible. But I took this experience as the sign I had been waiting for, the one that my support group friend had promised me the night before. My mother was with God and the angels, in heaven.

This musical message wasn’t the only sign I received from the spirit world either. Several months later, I was feeling sad about the death of my mother, whom I had loved very much. A song she had taught me in kindergarten was running through my head. It goes like this: “Everybody come every day. Everybody come every day. We’ll skip and run and have a lot of fun. So, everybody come every day.” I guess this must have been taught to the kindergarteners to encourage regular school attendance.

I can’t tell you why I was thinking of this song, but it made me miss my mom and I cried many tears that night. The next day, when I got up, I noticed two pennies on my dresser than hadn’t been there the night before. I didn’t think much of it but when I went downstairs, there were three more pennies in the shape of a smile next to the kitchen sink. This did surprise me. Then I looked at the bay window behind the kitchen sink and saw another penny on the glass shelf in the window. Finally, I walked over to the kitchen table with my morning cup of tea and noticed a seventh penny on top of a wooden partition separating the kitchen from the living room. Seven is my lucky number, by the way.

That night, after we had both returned from work, I asked my husband if he knew anything about the pennies and he did not. He hadn’t known I was particularly upset about my mother the previous night nor had I shared that I had been crying. I like to do my crying alone, in private.

I took the seven pennies as a sign from my mother in the spirit world trying to let me know she was still around, watching over me, and trying to cheer me up. Remember three of the pennies were put down in the shape of a smile in a place I couldn’t miss them, right next to the kitchen sink. Do you know the song, “Pennies from Heaven”? Well, it appears to have some basis in reality!

I googled “Pennies from Heaven” and found a site by Amanda Linette Meder that answers the question people have about why deceased loved ones send pennies to us.
She said, “As for pennies, the meaning of number 1 is significant. The number one is usually associated with Oneness, as in One God, One Spirit, or One Body and One Spirit, where the human body and the human spirit are the same being. The number one means unity. Thus, pennies are symbolic reminders that there is unity in the afterlife, and also a unity with yourself and your loved one visiting you – a oneness.”

I don’t know if Ms. Meder is right, but it does make sense to me. Another site I read on the internet said signs from heaven often involve electricity and the writer mentioned that you should “pay attention to the activities of your radio.” As I said earlier, I don’t care if you believe me. But usually when I share stories like these with other people, either they think I am nuts or more likely they will feel it’s safe to share their own spirit world experiences with me.

Life Lesson: The spiritual world does exist. If you are paying attention, at some point in your life you will see signs from that world that are speaking directly to you. Be open to the signs.

3 thoughts on “Lesson 11: Be Open to Signs from the Spirit World

  1. I think you will find many people will have stories about visitations or signs from loved ones. I know I did from my dad. It certainly made me feel like he is OK and happy. I’ll have to tell you about it one day. I love the Antoine de Saint-Exupery quote. The Little Prince is a book that needs to be read every two or three years.

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