Tragedy to Triumph…Mayhem to Music
Before our world spun away from us, before that fateful day that changed our perception and understanding of a life we knew and understood, we lived in a world that made sense.
The Universe is always speaking to us…
Sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities, reminding us to stop, to look around, to believe in something else, something more
~ Nancy Thayer
Our outside world is a reflection of our inner world. We don’t always pay attention to the signs, coincidences, and symbology. Lost and locked in our inner turmoil, we don’t look outside this microcosm to see beautiful signs from the universe. These are messages from our dearly departed children or other loved ones.
Some examples of simple but real messages:
- A dragonfly sitting quietly nearby
- A book title that catches your eye in the store window (but doesn’t resonate until later)
- A posted sign ‘Wrong Way” in big red letters.
Are our children speaking to us or is our inner self trying to get our attention in our closed off world? I’ve experienced a little bit of both. I don’t believe in coincidence. I do believe in signs and what we dwell on will be reflected in our outer world.
The lesson may be slow to learn, or you may make the connection when you see the ‘Wrong Way’ sign and immediately understand you’ve been looking at a project or a conversation from the wrong angle. When you get the ‘Aha’ response, you feel better, and almost lighter in fact.
Caught up in the grief fog is almost the same as being blind. We miss the first two signs, and when we get the third sign, a guitar pic for me, we ‘get it’ and truly understand we are not alone. Our children haven’t completely left us. They may not be visible, but they are trying to communicate with us.
We will always be connected with our children in heaven. Not in the physical way perhaps, but in spiritual and emotional measures that cannot be ignored.
my suggestion is to pay attention for the clues to your inner dialogue and questions by looking outside yourself. I realize this take tremendous effort. I too, have to force myself to physically stand up and move around.
I work to rearrange my headspace and the random dialogue chugging away beneath the surface. It’s always there waiting for attention.
The message or answer you are waiting for may be closer than you think. This includes your child in Heaven when you are needing a sign from them to help you through the day. Signs are everywhere, even when we don’t recognize them.
My husband is having a necessary, yet unplanned procedure tomorrow. This particular week, his health became the front runner of necessity, having put this off for a few years because he prioritized work first. Yet, the timing is still perfect.
We have a full schedule of holiday travel ahead. This is followed by our surviving parents visiting from our home country for three months at the first of the year.
I’ve already called upon my son in heaven, my father, mother-in-law, and my husband’s uncles to help from heaven as well. I have felt my son’s presence this week as he knows I worry and pray, then worry some more.
I have prayed for my husband’s doctor to have steady hands and a perfect healing.
I love my child in heaven and he responds in magnificent ways. He may turn on my tv tonight that has no signal or he may play classical music on his car radio. My husband now drives that vehicle. I will be happy with any sign to let me know everything will be okay.
My son always finds a way to get through to me.
I live in a different world now. I often view my life as a duality. The unseen is proving to be far more powerful. The knowledge that we create our reality and losing my child is certainly an ongoing conflict for me. Child loss doesn’t make sense. Period…
The reflection of my world needs to be adjusted from within. In order to see the results outwardly, I have to be constantly aware of my thoughts and emotions.
Today, I accept the greatest blessings and comfort and will see that reflected in good news and good health for my husband.
While the concept of connecting with my son in heaven seems intangible, I have unique messages that only he could provide. Timing is everything.