This was originally posted on March 18th 2014. I'm sharing it again today, June 9th, in honor of my brother Bill's 50th birthday today. I've been telling him for weeks I want to find $50 as a sign from him--so far I have found 2 pennies and 4 quarters. (The beginning of a fortune!) Enjoy the story!
The very best communication a person can have with a loved one in Spirit is the one that happens on it's own, without the help of a medium. I simply validate the connected presence of a loved one, but I don't make it happen. Because a Soul who is no longer present in a body can't simply show up and talk to you, we have to learn how to trust the synchronicity and coincidences that display their love for us.
My ability to communicate with Spirit works at it's best when I am completely objective of the connection. This is why I insist on anonymity prior to a session. If I know your story, it's hard for me to know what information is already in my consciousness and what information I am mentally receiving from your loved one. Because of this, when I want to connect with my own loved ones, I'm in the same boat you are. I have to rely on the signs I receive to get my "hello" from Heaven. Last year, I realized how I was missing one of the clearest signs I regularly receive.
I went to a lecture in Chicago to see the medium, John Holland. During the presentation, he spoke about how many people receive coins as signs from loved ones passed. In my mind I laughed and thought, "Ah! Too bad for them, I always find bills!" It's true, last Spring I found a $5 bill nestled into the first green tips of the daffodils in my garden coming up. I have stepped out of my car in an empty parking lot on to a pile of a few hundred dollars. It's like paper money FINDS ME, it's been happening for years. After the event, I walked out with my friends and as I stepped onto the street, I said, "Hey, is that money?" I bent over and obscured by the snow and salt was a five dollar bill. I picked it up and told my friends that during the lecture I was silently laughing since I always seem to find paper money. I held in my hand the proof.
Once we were in the car, we began talking about the readings that day, and like everyone else in the room, I had asked my special loved one in Heaven to say hello if he could. It suddenly dawned on me....and I CAN NOT believe I missed this all these years....my brother in Heaven is named BILL. I can't believe I missed that one! I took that bill around to my group readings for quite a while, until I met a woman in Minneapolis who also had a brother in Spirit named Bill, I gave it to her as a reminder of his ongoing connection. I trust I'll find another one when the time is right.
Bill is the blonde on the right, and I am the cutie second to the left. Bill passed away at age 30, almost 20 years ago.
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