Real Life Signs From A Deceased Loved One
by Amanda Linette Meder
We all feel differently when a Spirit is present.
I see them, other people feel them.
For the people who feel them, some get a tightening sensation up in their throat, which signals to them that someone is there, where others, they just pick up on a unexplainable sense that someone is standing near or behind them.
Even when it comes to the Spirits that you know, we all sense our loved ones differently when they visit.
For example, my dad has been deceased for 10 years.
My mom senses his presence in a differently way than I, the daughter of the man, would sense him. I think we can all agree that a dad is going to visit his wife in a totally different way than he would visit in his daughter. And that this fact will holds true for others and own their loved ones, too.
We don't all sense Spirit the same way.
As a medium, when I go to spirit rich places with other people, I want to talk to other people about what I see.
Ideally, I want other people to see what I see and sense what I sense.
This is for selfish reasons, I'm going to be honest. I want other people to talk to about it because I enjoy hashing out the mystery with someone. I'm like a Sherlock Holmes out there when I encounter a Spirit person and I'm always looking for my Watson.
However, I've been seeing spirits since I was a little girl, and for most of that time, I've been dealing with them alone. This hasn't stopped me from secretly scanning the environments, however, for both spirits and for other people who sense spirits since I was 7 years old.
Thankfully, although I haven't always had many friends to talk to about what I see, I've always had my mom.
From the first spirit I ever saw, a Victorian Woman that lived in our upstairs attic at our New Jersey home, until now she has always been very supportive of my gifts.
Then, when her husband of 28 years died, my father, she was even more supportive, asking me to always tell her when he or any spirit was around, so she could begin to see and sense them, too.
This brings us to the picture above.
This past summer we took a road trip to the Keweenaw Peninsula, Michigan. I was driving when the flash of a big waterfall zoomed past the driver's side window. Veering off the road, did a quick u-ey, and landed us right at the foot of Haven Falls.
My mom marched out of the car like she was on some sort of mission. She sat down on a bench right front of the falls while I was still futzing with my camera stuff in the back of the car.
Once I got my act together, I walked around to the other side of the falls opposite her, and I began snapping photos. Here's one of them:
As I came around the falls, I put my camera down, and looked up at my mom across the way.
Clear as day, I could see my dad standing right behind her.
Tears began to well up in my eyes. I knew just how important it would be for her to know that he was there with us. It was the first trip we'd taken together since his death. I had to tell her.
Putting my camera down and over the sound of the falls, I shouted:
"Dad is standing right behind you!!"
In that moment, I think she already knew, because as I continued to look, I noticed she was holding something in her hands:
A chiseled heart shaped rock.
Only moments before, had she had found it, she later told me.
And him standing behind her when she found it, was only a further validation to her of where such a gift might come from.
Spirits can visit us in so many ways.
They can send us signs, give us sensations, and even allow us to catch glimpses of their presence in our dreams, but one of the best visitations of all is the kind that orchestrates some sort of gift.
Who knows the full scope of events that had to unwind for this rock to be left here at this very specific time and at this very specific place.
My mom and I had sporadically changed driving plans only earlier that day, and if we hadn't done that, we surely wouldn't have found ourselves here.
Futhermore, only moments before we found this waterfall site, I got the sudden urge to pull over, give my mom a break from driving, and take over the wheel.
Later, we agreed, I'm the only one who would've flipped such a high speed u-ey on a forest road just to catch a waterfall. If she had been driving, we would've missed the stop and the whole gift giving event, entirely.
And finally, my mom had a feeling that she just knew that rock was for her.
It could have been an apport that caused it. It could have been a series of divinely timed events, lined up like dominos to all fall correctly at the right time, in the right way. It could have also been a few nudges he gave to living people, encouraging them to leave the rock there for someone else to find.
But ultimately it's not important for me to know how, why, or even what all the steps were that needed to take place to make this happen.
I know my dad left that stone specifically for my mom.
Dying over 10 years ago and in such a tragic way, my mom often wondered if he'd ever loved her at all. And I'd say a big, fat, iron rock, chiseled into the shape of a heart . . . says yes.
While it may not be much, it's something. And aside from his frequent appearances in readings, it's the coolest tangible sign any one of us has ever gotten from him, and it was given to my mom.
So guys, she wins.
Have you ever received a sign like this from Spirit? If so, what was it?
Interested in learning more about signs or still waiting for yours? I encourage you to read the book Hello from Heaven, which includes the personal accounts of over 2,000 visits from the afterlife, some, even more spectacular than this. It'll give you a good idea of the scope of all the things that could happen, leaving you more open minded and aware of what may come your way.
Amanda Linette Meder