for Alex and Leslie….
It’s a funny thing how we move through life in a constant state of hurry up pretty much ignoring everything around us…everything that is that really matters. How often do you stop and honestly breathe in what surrounds you? Do you notice the blue of the sky, the sound of the birds in the morning or the colors of the trees as they bloom with new life in the spring? I think that the answer for most of us is sometimes yes but usually not. I think the same can be said for the synchronicities and signs that we receive from those that have passed on – unless they smack us so hard in the face that we have no choice but to stop and say, ok, I see you now. Maybe that’s the fun of it.
I’ve had the subject matter of this particular blog in my head for some time but life has been busy as of late and I haven’t made the time to clear my head to write. It’s bothered me and I woke thinking about it early this week. Upon opening my eyes on Monday morning, it was my first thought and the worry was how to write with so much else on my mind. My very next move was to open the email account associated with this blog. What I found was motivation in a beautiful email from a stranger.
There was the answer to my concern and worry – given in the exact moment that I asked, ” how?” In the exact moment that I needed encouragement, this lovely person had left a note giving it to me. My guess is that her Alex had already met Brian and knew what needed to be done. Call it synchronicity, call it what you will…..I know.
So on to signs. There are lots of them and while I don’t diminish any of them, I don’t run around thinking every bird in my yard is one either. I am actually fairly skeptical. I have learned that when it’s real, your body KNOWS it. There are hairs that stand up on end, there’s a warmth in your heart that stays with you. You know that you have been touched. They are kind of unmistakable but they can sneak up on you.
I understand how someone in spirit can do certain things. A soul is energy. Our physical body dies but our soul goes on. Love lives on. It makes complete sense to me that “they” can probably figure out how to use their energy to mess with lights and energy in a room, how to prod your emotions by feeding off of your own energy, etc. Other things, bewilder the heck out of me however. This is one of those things….but it happens. Coins. Quarters to be exact. Unexplainable, strange occurrences with quarters.
It started simply enough. Not long after Brian left, I started to notice them, but not really notice them, in random places…where they shouldn’t be. Outside my back door (where no one ever went), in my bathroom sink, on my bed and often in pairs….the list goes on. This went on for a long time and usually, I dismissed it (why wouldn’t you?) After months of it, I began to wonder and kind of laugh at it but not give it serious thought. I’d heard the expression “pennies from heaven” but thought it kind of silly. How could that be?
Some time later, I was messaging with Brian’s best friend’s mom who told me he was heavy on her mind as the kids were coming in for a hunting weekend and that Brian should be there. He loved those weekends and her cooking. Just as she was thinking about it, she said that a penny fell out of thin air in the middle of the kitchen and hit the floor right next to her. We laughed and I said that I had been getting quarters but I was his mom so I must rank higher.
Of course the story got relayed to her son who was, as expected, skeptical and shrugged it off. Time passed and it seemed that Brian decided that his buddy should be treated to the same. He began to receive quarters himself in odd places, much like I had been. Like me, he carried doubt as to how real it was until….
His mom messaged me a photo that he sent to her one morning. It is unexplainable in every way. He sent it and told her what it was but for several hours did not want to talk about it. The reality of it obviously took time to comprehend. Her son/Brian’s friend lived alone at the time, went to sleep the night before and awoke with this quarter on the wall above his bed. There was no glue, no tape, no anything holding it there. It was just ON the wall. As if Brian were telling him, in his 20 year old Brian way, “Man, it is really me.”
The quarters continued for a long time – I was having lunch in a restaurant in New Orleans and went to the restroom. It was a large single occupancy room with an oriental rug on the floor. Out of no where, I caught out of the corner of my eye a flash followed by a thump of something hitting the floor about a foot or so away from me. You guessed it, a shiny new quarter lay on the rug. All I could do was smile and say thank you.
More than once, I’ve gotten change back on a ticket that should have been a couple of cents only to open the book and have two quarters there instead. I can’t event count how many times I open my luggage and find a quarter in it when I KNOW it was cleaned out the last time I unpacked. We laugh about that all the time. I think it’s his way of telling me he’s going along.
It makes zero sense to me – it’s completely illogical, ridiculous even. I mean seriously? All I can say is it happened.
I said before that I’ve spoken to mediums. I spoke to one about the quarters. She laughed out loud at Brian’s response when she asked him, “Why quarters?” (Apparently that particular denomination is not all that common) It was so simply Brian….. “Because I can.”
