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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 York

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

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

Click image for recipe.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

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 of Pieces of the Puzzle.

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, Florida

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