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 Angel
Wings
I
have a sad God wink to share with
you. On the eve of July 21st I felt
really anxious going to bed and kept
waking up during the night with this
impending doom and thought that perhaps
it was because yesterday (July 22nd)
was my son's birthday (son who passed).
We also have a niece who has a little
boy who has a hole in his heart and
numerous other problems since birth,
but received a good report from doctors
in June that everything was going
well. The other day he was rushed
via helicopter to the hospital. Needless
to say, he passed and earned his angel
wings yesterday. My son was born on
July 22nd and passed December 25th.
Our niece's son was born on December
25th and earned his angel wings on
July 22nd. I don't know what to make
of this yet, but I believe there are
no coincidences.
Loni
B.
New
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 An
Invisible Touch
My grandfather and I were always
very close. We didn't live near each
other and only saw each other a couple
times a year, but there was always
a close connection. Almost like he
was my best friend, and we'd known
each other in many other lives. It
was like we could read each other's
minds, believed in the same things,
and would react to different situations
the same way like he was my other
half, for lack of a better way to
describe it. When
he passed away, I was heartbroken.
I was so devastated that I started
getting migraine headaches from the
intense sorrow and grief I was going
through. I never had migraines before,
so I know they were from the grief.
I returned home after his funeral
and was still barely able to function.
I had two small children and a full-time
job, but I was forcing myself to get
up every day and go through the motions.
I wasn't living, I was existing. About
a week after I got home, I was washing
dishes one night and thinking about
my Grampy. Just then, I felt
a hand gently squeezing my shoulder
from the back. Nobody was there of
course, but I knew it was him! I was
overwhelmed with the feeling of love
and light and just a deep knowing
that it was my Grampy telling me he
was okay, alive and still in my life!
I lifted my hand to "hold hands"
with the hand on my shoulder and what
I did next is something I'll always
regret. I got "spooked"
and quickly dropped the hold, and
then the hand-squeezing went away.
This happened in a time of my life
when I was young and before I learned
so much spiritualism, about spirit
guides, and loved ones being able
to visit us. At the time, I used to
wake up terrified of devils, ghosts,
and everything bad. Thank God that
nonsense is over with and I'm more
educated today. I've never had him
visit me like that again, with a physical
touch, but he has visited me lots
of times with scents of his cigar
(a unique tobacco blend he smoked),
and by blinking the lights, and other
things. I feel another sense of peace
after each visit and love him just
as much today as always.
Karen
S.
Safety
Harbor, FL |
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|  Cool
Times
When
I think of those times years ago that
really stick in my mind, I think of
my summers as a kid growing up in Brooklyn.
Since my parents didn't have money,
they tried every way possible to give
us kids a taste of what others had.
Summers in NY were usually very hot
and humid. We had no air conditioning,
just a fan or two in the house. We cooled
off by playing with a garden hose in
the yard and days at the beach. However,
the thing that really stands out in
my mind were those few years when we
stayed in the Catskills. There was a
farm in South Fallsburg where we rented
a room ( one room fits all ) for a week
or two. I learned to swim in the "Old
Falls," a small fresh water lake
surrounded by huge boulders. We picked
berries and had fun, but most of all,
we were in the cool mountains and away
from the hot summer. The
second place I remember was also in
the Catskills where a farmer converted
a barn into rooms for rent. My Aunt
and Uncle rented a cabin, but we couldn't
afford that so we had to rent a room
within the barn. The upper level was
divided into rooms with the bathroom
down the hall to be shared by all. The
lower level had picnic tables, refrigerators,
stoves, and cabinets. Each renter was
assigned two burners of one stove, one
shelf in a refrigerator, and two shelves
in a cabinet. We brought all our towels,
sheets, pots, pans, dishes and such
from home. We had a wonderful time away
from the city for the entire summer
and not just a one or two week vacation.
My farther worked in a sweat shop, pressing,
and the summer was the busiest season.
What really impressed me so much about
this time was that my dad came up to
be with us every weekend and we couldn't
wait for him to arrive. Every time he
came he brought something for us, nothing
expensive but fun things like bubbles,
water guns, balls, comic books, or those
paddles with the small ball on a long
rubber band. I remember as an adult
mentioning it to my parents and Dad
would just smile. Mom always stated
how we as a family may have had little
money, but we always did the best we
could with what we had.
A.K.
New
York/Florida |
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 Heaven
Scent Chocolate Chip Cookies
I thought the ability of clairfactory
or clear smell was something unique
to only a few until I heard of my
nephew’s experiences. As a young
boy, he joyfully grew up living near
his paternal grandparents and had
become especially close to his grandmother,
a wonderful woman who among many qualities
was a terrific homemaker, gardener,
and baker, chocolate chip cookies
one of her specialties. It was my
nephew’s memory of her that
allowed for a reunion like no other
not long after her passing. One morning
while still living at home, he awoke
to the smell of cookies wafting throughout
his room, so much so that it drew
him out of a warm bed to the kitchen
downstairs. “Mom, are you baking
cookies, for breakfast?” Confused
by the question his mother replied,
“No, honey, why would I do that?”
Yet he could actually smell freshly
baked cookies and not just any cookies
mind you, but chocolate chip cookies,
the kind his grandmother would always
bake for him. Driven by the scent,
he opened the oven door, thinking
his mother was teasing him. Nothing.
Then every kitchen cupboard door to
his continual disappointment until
the realization hit. It was then that
he felt the warmth and love of his
grandmother and knew the cookies were
heaven scent. Occasionally
the aroma of chocolate chip cookies
will remind him of his grandmother’s
presence. “She has visited me
a number of times since and it is
always the same,” he told me.
“I feel a calming warmth and
smell cookies.” It would be
years later during his college graduation
that he would once again sense her
with him. “I smelled the cookies
as I first stepped on the stairs and
waited to walk across the stage. It
was brief, but very powerful for me.
I figured it was either her, or I
(jokingly) had a mini stroke.”
--Excerpt
from Pieces of the Puzzle, Volume
1 - Psychic Phenomena, 2005.
Jesse
B.
Maitland,
FL |
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 Ladybug
My
mother recently passed away after
a long bout of throat cancer in late
November. She loved ladybugs and thought
of them as good luck! The family was
in the car on the way to the funeral
home, including my father, her husband
of sixty plus years. On the way to
the funeral home a ladybug appeared
in the car with us, first on my sisters
and then it landed on my father's
shoulder. We tried to get the ladybug
out of the car, it would not leave.
(Ladybugs were not even out this time
of year!) When we got to the funeral
home to make Mom's arrangements, the
ladybug was still with us. It traveled
all the way in as we made the arrangements
and rode back out with us on my father.
That ladybug stuck with us until we
got out of the car back at the house.
Several
days later, we had an open casket
viewing at the funeral home. The ladybug
appeared on my mother's arm and hands
and would not leave. We do think it
was mother's way of telling us everything
was all right.
D.S.,
Maryland
Recalled
by B.T., Ocala, Florida
International
Psychic-Medium James Van Praagh said
in my interview of him that they he
believes it possible for the spirit
world to work with the animal kingdom.
James knows, for example, if he sees
a bluebird nearby that it is his father
who is present. --Trinda Latherow, author
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Dad
and Me 
I
was a little girl in the 1950's, an
only child raised by my Mother, Grandmother,
and Father. I never really felt love
from my Dad, because I thought he always
wanted a son. Dad passed away in 2000.
I recently had contact with Dad through
a medium. He said that he was truly
sorry, but never could express the love
for me, as men of that time did not
do this. He had his boys in an organization
he helped start. I always felt that
he was more attached to the boys. I
was told I had to give up my blockages
from the past to advance. So I saw my
life coach and she suggested EFT (Emotional
Freedom Techniques). We did that and
at the end, I forgave my Dad, realizing
he too had his path. Since
my forgiveness, I have reached new heights.
The EFT and my willingness to accept
helped change my life. My Dad came to
me while meditating, took my hands and
squeezed them tightly, and I heard him
say he loved me. He then gradually let
go and left. I
know he is there whenever I want him.
I feel so peaceful now.
B.T.
Ocala,
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