Laura has been very busy this week from what I can tell. In case you missed the post in comments, Laura popped up in a dream and tickled our good friend Toni and her partner Jill until Toni was speechless and wriggling on the floor feeling, ‘bathed in a million lights and laughing gas’. Laura also sent the sweetest message to me via Jill (you can read about it in Toni’s comment under the post ‘Finding The Path‘). Earlier, Laura put up her bat signal to yet another dear friend Joan (tampering with her electrical lights). Here’s Joan’s account: ‘I was standing in the kitchen thinking of Laura and my overhead light went out. And I thought to myself, isn’t that funny, Lucie says Laura communicates with her with lights. This light, a big circular fluorescent goes out without warning every couple of years so I figured that’s really what it was. But 4 or 5 hours later my partner Terry came home, flicked the switch and on it came! I thought hmmm Laura!’ Hmmm indeed. That’s my Cheeky Monkey messing with your fuse box.
Joan says her family have a rich history of spiritual sightings: ‘My grandmother said her mother appeared to her after her death as a luminous butterfly.’ And when Joan’s mother died a few years ago: ‘I sensed her presence during meditation. I had a little touch on my arm. The experience of her being was so intense, so distilled. It was like a drop of dark ink into a glass of water. There was no mistaking it was her.’
I love hearing these accounts of loved ones reappearing. Dina, who I’ve just met online, also shared (in a comment under the post Out of the Wardrobe) about how her deceased father came back to play with her 2-year-old daughter (‘She always seemed to be having a conversation I was not included in,’ she says). Her dad also started fusing the lights (maybe he taught Laura a trick or two?). And before he died he sweetly left gifts for his whole family and communicated their whereabouts via a medium.
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Wow. And I just said to someone yesterday you don’t see peacock butterflies anymore. And there she is…Shame that the flutist brushed her off after a minute or so. It looked so happy perched on her third eye.
I started reading ‘Journey of Souls’ by Michael Newton. At first I was really angry and disappointed to find out that the place we spend time in between lives sounded so much like earth life. And that those religions that believe in reincarnation may have it right. My thought was: ‘you mean I have to do this over and over again?’ My continued reading and exploring of the ideas in this book, however, have brought me much peace and a sense of relief. Not as much about the process of death and afterlife, as of the process of living.
I love your blog. It is soothing to the soul. Thank you for sharing your stories with us!
Afterlife researchers Victor and Wendy Zammit say that many souls in the afterlife have mastered the art of using their energy to direct butterflies and birds to us.
It is something I have experienced twice after loved ones have passed: Growing up in Italy, my grandfather helped us rescue an Oriole bird. He passed away a couple of years later, but the bird lived with us for over 20 years. When my grandmother passed away, I was living in New York. The day of her funeral, I went to Central Park with two friends. I was sad and crying and suddenly two Orioles started flying in circles in front of us, as if happily playing with each other. When they were at eye level, they flew straight up. We looked at each other in awe. One of my friends said: ‘DID YOU SEE THAT???’ I felt it was a message from my grandparents, letting me know that they were there with me and happy to be together again.
Last November, the love of my life, my husband Enzo died of lung cancer. He used to work evening shifts, so we only ate together on weekends. I usually made him pasta, his favorite dish. I couldn’t wait for Enzo to retire so we could eat together all the time. After Enzo died, eating wasn’t the same. One day, with deep sadness still inside of me, I was preparing pasta and I noticed a dove on my windowsill. I tried feeding it and it came to my hand as if we had been friends for a long time. When I finished preparing my dish, I sat right in front of the dove and we enjoyed our meal together. It felt truly magical.
Dear Loredana, after reading your beautiful post I switched on the radio and there was ‘the lark ascending’ by Vaughan Williams, a favorite piece of Laura’s and mine. I played it at her memorial during the montage of images from her life and work. Thank you, Lucie