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Post by heartbrokengirl on Aug 11, 2018 18:16:39 GMT -5
For those of you in the midst of your SM, trying to unpack your feelings, planning or executing the exit strategy, or post SM or anywhere in between, did you ever have other-worldly signs that what you were going through or what was happening to you, that it would all be okay? God, the universe, karma, or something else—-did you ever get a good “sign”? I ask because I decided yesterday that I need to be away from people, my H, friends, coworkers, etc and process my week from hell on my own. I had no plans, didn’t know what I was going to do but I bailed on my weekend commitments with the intention of making today about my own peace and clarity, whatever that would look like. I woke from a dream about my grandpa, with whom I was very close and passed in January. He appeared to me and hugged me and let me touch his face. It was silky and heavenly. He said “I saw your Meme (my grandmother whom I was also very close with).” And today, I took off on a spontaneous 4.5 mile hike (I love being outdoors) and this moth followed me everywhere. I looked up moths...they symbolize transformation and can be a loved one from the other side trying to communicate with you. Now I’m not overly religious (spiritual, yes) and am not superstitious. But this brought me some peace today. I haven’t felt that in a long while. Did you ever get any similar “signs”?
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Post by baza on Aug 11, 2018 19:02:00 GMT -5
I recounted this story back on EP years ago.
It is Autumn 2005, nearing twi-light. To say things in my life were not going real well would be something of an understatement. Dysfunctional marriage, behavioural issues with one of my kids, my missus burgeoning attraction to the slots and alcohol, work pressures and all. Things are disintegrating.
I have just gotten a load of washing out of the machine, and taken it out to the line to hang. I get the feeling that something unusual is happening, like I am being watched. I dismiss this feeling, but it comes back. I look up. There, sitting on the line, is a Tawny Frogmouth owl. He is no more than a couple of feet from me. I pick up a Tshirt, peg it on the line, and the owl shuffles along the line maintaining that two foot gap. He is completely unafraid and is looking directly at me. I keep pegging, he keeps shuffling. "He'll fly off any minute" I think. He does not. Peg...shuffle...on it goes...sometimes so close I can feel his feathers on the back of my hand. Finally, he fluffs up his feathers and turns his head almost 180 degrees as owls do, then fixes his eyes on mine again. And silently launches off. Lands on the back fence. Looks at me again for a moment. Flies off into the darkening twilight.
I feel quite calm. Serene almost.
Now as it turned out, there was a heap of even worse shit about to descend on me in the weeks and months ahead, but that owl incident was something wonderful I could come back to.
A native Australian friend of mine were having a discussion a month or so later and I told him of the owl incident. "Ooh. An owl. That's good Baz" he said. But couldn't tell me why it was good.
Weird shit it was with that owl. I still think about it from time to time to this day.
A sign ? I dunno. Probably.
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Post by heartbrokengirl on Aug 11, 2018 19:57:43 GMT -5
I recounted this story back on EP years ago. It is Autumn 2005, nearing twi-light. To say things in my life were not going real well would be something of an understatement. Dysfunctional marriage, behavioural issues with one of my kids, my missus burgeoning attraction to the slots and alcohol, work pressures and all. Things are disintegrating. I have just gotten a load of washing out of the machine, and taken it out to the line to hang. I get the feeling that something unusual is happening, like I am being watched. I dismiss this feeling, but it comes back. I look up. There, sitting on the line, is a Tawny Frogmouth owl. He is no more than a couple of feet from me. I pick up a Tshirt, peg it on the line, and the owl shuffles along the line maintaining that two foot gap. He is completely unafraid and is looking directly at me. I keep pegging, he keeps shuffling. "He'll fly off any minute" I think. He does not. Peg...shuffle...on it goes...sometimes so close I can feel his feathers on the back of my hand. Finally, he fluffs up his feathers and turns his head almost 180 degrees as owls do, then fixes his eyes on mine again. And silently launches off. Lands on the back fence. Looks at me again for a moment. Flies off into the darkening twilight. I feel quite calm. Serene almost. Now as it turned out, there was a heap of even worse shit about to descend on me in the weeks and months ahead, but that owl incident was something wonderful I could come back to. A native Australian friend of mine were having a discussion a month or so later and I told him of the owl incident. "Ooh. An owl. That's good Baz" he said. But couldn't tell me why it was good. Weird shit it was with that owl. I still think about it from time to time to this day. A sign ? I dunno. Probably. I knew you’d have a good story baza. Love the owl encounter. They are rare and enchanting creatures. Thank you for sharing, friend!
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Post by choosinghappy on Aug 11, 2018 20:11:29 GMT -5
Revel in the peace it brought you. Yes it is a sign. No you are not crazy. The universe has you. You aren’t alone in this, you are supported. Keep listening to that inner voice (the one that told you to spontaneously go for a hike, to pay attention to that moth), it will lead you in the right direction. Trust yourself.
I’m glad you were able to feel a sense of peace.
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Post by heartbrokengirl on Aug 11, 2018 20:19:47 GMT -5
Revel in the peace it brought you. Yes it is a sign. No you are not crazy. The universe has you. You aren’t alone in this, you are supported. Keep listening to that inner voice (the one that told you to spontaneously go for a hike, to pay attention to that moth), it will lead you in the right direction. Trust yourself. I’m glad you were able to feel a sense of peace. choosinghappy, thank you. You have been so supportive since I started in this forum, and it is so helpful to have a girlfriend who understands. I think we women have to be diligent in helping each other, and I’m grateful for you. 😘
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Post by solodriver on Aug 11, 2018 21:29:37 GMT -5
I think things like this are not coincidence. I think there is whole another spirit world around us and when things like this happen, we're getting a small glimpse into that world. I think those spirits use things like this to let us know there're there very close to us and cheering us on.
I think it happens a lot with animals and our pets. I think the spirits use them to communicate with us occasionally. Maybe because they are innocent.
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Post by heartbrokengirl on Aug 11, 2018 21:37:34 GMT -5
I think things like this are not coincidence. I think there is whole another spirit world around us and when things like this happen, we're getting a small glimpse into that world. I think those spirits use things like this to let us know there're there very close to us and cheering us on.
I think it happens a lot with animals and our pets. I think the spirits use them to communicate with us occasionally. Maybe because they are innocent.
I tend to think the same way solodriver. If you live long enough, it becomes hard to deny it if you tune in enough.
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Post by ted on Aug 12, 2018 9:10:09 GMT -5
How beautiful, heartbrokengirl. I don't believe the external world sends you signs per se; however, I believe what you perceive and the meaning you impute to it are strong signs from deep inside yourself of what you really think, feel, and want. We don't always have direct, conscious access to those thoughts, strangely enough, but we can infer them. It takes honesty and bravery to acknowledge them, and not to shove them back down and dismiss them.
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Post by workingonit on Aug 12, 2018 9:55:31 GMT -5
I am a firm believer in signs! Keep your eyes open, keep doing your work! Thank you for sharing
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Post by catsloveme on Aug 12, 2018 12:08:14 GMT -5
I believe that we do get “signs”—but we have to be receptive/ open to them to notice them.
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Post by mypaintbrushes on Aug 13, 2018 18:45:27 GMT -5
I’ve had multiple losses in the past 7 years:
Grandma #1 in 2011 One of our cats in 2011 FIL in 2012 Grandma #2 in 2013 Cat #2 in 2014 My dad in 2015 And a friend/coworker took her life in 2016.
Shortly before my second Grandma (who was from Italy and whom I adored) passed, I read that finding dimes in random places can be a sign from a loved one saying hello. The night she passed, I felt what seemed to be a person sitting on the bed to my left (husband was asleep on my right). Since she died, a couple of us have found dimes in every place imaginable. They tend to show up the most during times of stress or transition, such as shortly after my dad died, and my mom was considering whether to move back into the master bedroom (a perfect row of dimes showed up in the entryway to the room one afternoon; they hadn’t been there that morning).
When my friend died, we were told it was an accident. However, two weeks later, she appeared to me in a dream, crying, and apologized profusely for causing so much pain. Made no sense at the time; two months later, in another dream, she and I were laughing and talking about her obituary, and she was pointing out inaccuracies to me. Her obit, specifying the cause of death as suicide due to postpartum depression, was finally published the next day.
Two weeks ago, I was told she’d allegedly been unhappy in her marriage and was possibly about to leave her husband.
My dad sends me songs through the radio and also slams my mom’s front door at 3:30 or 10:30am. A circa 1915 victrola went nuts while I was housesitting for her too. I think it may have been him.
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Post by mypaintbrushes on Aug 13, 2018 18:46:28 GMT -5
I’ve also occasionally seen a black streak or smudge out of the corner of my eye - both cats I lost had that fur color.
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Post by WindSister on Aug 13, 2018 19:05:33 GMT -5
I'm also glad you have found peace, meaning and signs. I have so many in my life. Dimes from Dad. Dreams...powerful dreams (one about my own death and the other side, one about a man who took my hand and I felt a rush of love flow through me, lots about my dad and lots with water in them). The Heron. The Dragonfly. Of course I have stories to go along with each, but these days I keep those in my heart and don't have much time to retell them. I think your higher self is guiding you on.... listening to that will bring you a life of great joy and meaning. That's my take on it, anyway, and I haven't been proved wrong in my own experiences as of yet. Take care.
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