Episode 204: More signs & stories from Sandra's listeners!

Oh well we do. Go to we Don't Die dot com and on the top of the page it says their Facebook group. Please join there's a lot of like minded people, and I'm sure they'd love to hear your story as much as you love to hear theirs. So today we're going to be featuring some fellow listeners stories and then also in our last segment, you're going to hear from one of our community members named Kathy, who

gave the address on our free Sunday gathering. If you're new to Shades of the Afterlife, every Sunday for the past four years, we have a free, non denominational service of sorts. It's fun, We've got music videos, we share some inspiration, and there's a medium demonstration included. Did I say it's free. Just recently, Mom Kathy told her story of her son's passing and the signs she's received from him. Also, she shares some very special words about grief and taking

care of ourselves through the grieving process. She also mentions my book We Don't Die and refers to chapter ten, which is all about grief. If you do not yet have a copy of the book and you want a PDF version that you can read online, you can have it again website We Don'tdie dot com. Scroll to the bottom of the page, just enter your name and your email address. It says just the few chapters you'll receive, but it is the entire book. And then just fast

forward to chapter ten. All right, ready for some stories. Let's meet some of your fellow Shades of the Afterlife listeners and hear the signs and other incredible stories that they've experienced. Leah says, when my father died in his nursing home, I was cleaning out his room and I was crying with my daughter. Suddenly there was an energy that came across the room and up my body, taking away all of my sadness, and I felt happiness and

felt him right there with us. At the same time, my daughter said to me, Mom, did you just feel that? We both started to laugh. We felt like this was his presence and message to us that everything would be fine now. The day before, when we were told my father had died, I brought my mother in to see him, and she was laying across him and crying, and I was holding her from behind. As she held him, I had my eyes closed, and I was shown in my

mind what felt like a movie. I could see my father as a little boy with blonde hair, running through a beautiful field and he was running to his father, who had his arms outstretched reaching towards him. His father was killed in an accident when he was only six years old. I've had many experiences and messages from those I love who have crossed over. Always makes me so happy to get these messages and I know they are always with me. Here's a story of healing from LJ.

I've had so many encounters with spirit, beginning at age eleven, But what thoroughly convinced me and forever transformed my way of viewing absolutely everything was a spontaneous, complete healing of a crippling condition I had in two thousand and nine. I had been having severe pain and struggling to stand and to walk for over a year. The pain in my limbs was so bad I was at the point of begging for elective amputation just to make it stop.

If I hadn't been a single mom with two kids who loved me dearly at the time, I may have ended my life. The pain was that bad. Then one morning I was awakened by a voice in my room telling me to get out of bed, to stand up, and to walk. Oddly enough, my first thought was not why is there a voice of an unseen entity speaking to me. Instead, I began a telepathic conversation in which I argued that I wasn't able to do what I

was being asked. There was a bit of back and forth, including talk about whether or not I could take a pain pill or muscle relaxer. First I was told no, not any of those. Finally I did what the voice said. I stood up and took a couple of tentative steps, and I was shocked to find that I was both steady and pain free. Here's what Jeanne says. My wife of twenty eight years passed away unexpectedly last year at the age of fifty one. The grief was intense and overwhelming.

Several weeks into morning, I had to know what her last moments were like and started reading about near death experiences and the afterlife. That's when I started listening to Sandra's podcasts. Knowing that we don't die and she's just fine, I started talking to her. Oftentimes, when it's quiet or I'm spiritually focused on her, I can hear faint conversations and ethereal music that in itself is reassuring, but I'm also partially deaf. I shouldn't be able to hear anything

at all, but it comes through so softly. The words are muddled or maybe in another language, probably Latin. It's akin to listening to music on a speaker set at its lowest volume. As time moves on, I hope the volume goes up or the words start to come through sharper. But for now, I find peace and comfort when I hear her gently singing to me. Kenda says, I once recorded a spirit audio session during which one spirit person says,

there's her guide, General Davis. Another male voice quickly responded, yes, that's who I was even more interesting, in my opinion, I could hear them talking as I stood there holding the recorder. I also receive precognitive messages from spirit from time to time, messages concerning future happenings. Aaron says, just a few weeks ago, I was reading on the couch on an early morning, and out of nowhere, Alexa pipes up with happy birthday to you. Would you like me

to play a birthday song? It wasn't my birthday, but it was my deceased brother's birthday, and I had been thinking about him all morning, And says, I have had coins feathers, heard music, have seen objects move, seen the spirit of my aunt in my bedroom, and have had phone messages from a relative. Also, I've smelled perfume and pipe tobacco. Kim says I caught my mother in law say I am here on a recorder. She also says, Sandra, I'm so thankful to have discovered you through shades of

the afterlife. I am learning so much. Please don't stop sharing. Kim, I will not rue, says, I have so many experiences. My most precious one is from my husband when he left his body in twenty twenty one, and of course I was devastated. I was desperately trying everything I could to get a sign from him. I decided to try EVP Electronic Voice phenomena, and I asked my husband to say my name, and I got a recording of him clearly saying my name, and it was in his voice.

I have compared it to other videos where he has said my name when he was in his physical body, and he says it exactly the same way. He has sent tons of other special signs, but that's the one that amazes me the most. Jennifer says, I've received so many signs. I felt my mother's touch three times within five minutes. It felt as though she was tucking my hair behind my ear, just as she used to do when I was a child. Last month, I asked for

a blue feather from her. I went out into the yard a few two weeks later and saw this stuck down into the ground. She included some pictures of a big blue feather stuck straight down into her grass. Speaking of feathers, here's a story from Claudia. It's seven years now after my son David passed, and although I haven't had a dream visitation, I have had many signs. One of my favorites. I was cranky and walking the dog one day and thinking of David, and I saw a

bunch of feathers. To me, that's not evidence, I said, David, there are birds outside, and there are going to be so many feathers. You're going to have to do something better than that. The next three days in a row, I found one single feather in the center of my kitchen. I wonder, how in the world did he do that. Karen says, my dad died in nineteen ninety one. One day, about two years ago, I decided to ask my dad

for a sign. I do it every now and then, and I do get them, but this one was the best. I asked for a for sure, I know it's you sign. While I was in the garage. A couple days later, my husband went to renew our license plate. They told him my plates were ten years old and needed brand new plates in Minnesota. You get the plate they hand you. He came back with our new plates and they had the last four numbers of our old phone number growing up.

My mom still actually has that number. It's so funny because I use those four numbers for so many codes. I definitely knew it was a sign for my dad. Good work Dad. Oh, And the other three letters were the same exact ones from my old plate, making it easy to remember. Glory says, I know there is an afterlife. Have experienced many things that convince me, one being the death of my younger brother, who later came through by

me speaking to him through a great psychic. Howard gave such detailed evidence that the psychic could not have known it was really a thrilling experience. Also, Howard has figured out how to use his energy to manipulate the electricity in our house, turning lights on and off to let us know he is present. How cool is that? That is definitely really cool. Well, it's time for our break and we'll be back with more stories from your fellow listeners.

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podcasts about varied signs that others have received. I told myself, well, it won't be feathers, since I have so many from all the wildlife that fly into my yard. The next morning, I looked into my backyard. There stabbed into our artificial grass was a long black feather twirling around in place. When I looked away, the twirling stopped. When I returned to my gaze, the twirling began again. I smiled and

said out loud, Hi, Dad, I miss you. Jackie's story reminds me of a video that I had seen on YouTube not that long ago.

the sun, the fan began to spin. It was a rather emotional video, as you could feel the mother's pain of losing her son, But when she spoke to him, that fan turned, and even when she asked it to spin the opposite direction. It stopped and spun the opposite direction.

Gave me goosebumps to watch. Another listener sent me a video that she was talking to her grandmother who is in spirit, and she had one of those lamps with a dimmable light bulb, and she would talk to her grandmother, asking her to turn on the light, and very slowly the light turned on, and when she asked her to

turn it off, the light turned off. She went back and forth several times talking to her granny, and it made me think, why not get a little child's fan or something with no wind around, or that dimmable light and talk to our loved ones and see if they can practice moving things in time and space. Here's our next story. Stacy writes, my grandfather came to me in a dream and told me he had passed over. He said,

don't worry, I am fine. He told me that he had a secret hiding place and I needed to go find it and where it was, and that there would be something for my uncle. I woke up from that dream at five am and told my husband about the dream. Later that morning, I found out that my grandfather had passed exactly at five am, and yes, I eventually found that hiding place and in it there was a surprise for my uncle. That dream changed my life. Julie says,

I've had many signs. After my daughter passed at seventeen years old by suicide in a single car accident, she showed me in my mind's eye upon waking up a couple days after her death what she experienced in being bullied by several girls who had been her friends and a sexual assault by a boy at school. I was able to confirm all of this after her passing. The girls went on to bully another boy, and my daughter told me about it in my mind, so I talked to him. He confirmed and went to the school and

informed them. He credits this with saving his life and calls my daughter his guardian angel. She also sends me huge feathers, plus bluebirds and huge hawks fly right over my head. Let's talk about quarters. On the first year of her passing, I received a letter she wrote freshman year to her senior self. The teacher sent it since

she knew I would want to read it. Inside there were five quarters that confirmed to me that the quarters really are from her last I want to share with you that a big sign I get are finding heart shaped rocks. Ramona says, I know there is an afterlife. When my mom passed away in twenty seventeen, I wasn't looking for any spiritual groups, but by coincidence, I found a lady drawing live on Facebook. As I'm watching her drawing a female face, I was quite shocked to see

more and more the resemblance of my mom. So I'm thinking, no, no, that can't be. She's just passed a few months ago. But the more she came to finishing her drawing, it was indeed my mother. Even though the drawing wasn't finished yet, she started to write things down, like details about the house my mom lived in, that she had four of us girls, and that in her garden she grew fruits and vegetables. She talked about my mom what she'd look like, as well as Grandpa and the funny Holland shoes he

wore while working in the yard. She even gave birthdays and other relevant numbers. I sent her a picture of my mom and she says, Yep, that is the woman I saw. I should also mention that some mediums have brought through my sister on Sandra's Sunday gathering. Thank you world for your support and helping me through this tough time, Jenny says, on March seventh, twenty twenty three, my twenty one year old second born son was killed instantly on

his motorcycle. He and I had taken meditation seminars a couple of years before his death, and we had talked many times about the afterlife. When he died, I would meditate and he would be there with me. My eyes were closed, yet I could see him and feel him. It was incredibly peaceful, these images of him moving and floating in front of me, laying his hands over my heart as if trying to heal me. He was there with me every day for a couple of weeks, just

like that. We then started having conversations and would find ourselves in different places, walking in a field of flowers or along a beach. He would tell me how happy he was in that he is not alone, and that there are many people with him, and that he is still here with us, and how glad he was that we were his parents. I started reading books instantly about the afterlife. I would hear stories of people seeing spirits. I continued meditating and prayed for that to continue happening

with me. One week, I meditated every day for two hours or more. One evening, as I lay in bed meditating, I opened my eyes and saw my son's spirit. He was floating upwards towards the ceiling. I saw a beautiful, peaceful upper body image looking down at me. Behind him were all these tiny little heads clumped together in a cloud formation. It looked like the image of people walking into New York City from above, so many people hovering behind him. I closed my eyes tight and opened them again,

thinking it would go away, But it didn't. He was there. I laid an awe and watched him as he receded back into all of the other tiny souls, and then they all went away. Since then, I have had three dream visits. One of them rocked me to the core and I couldn't keep from crying the whole next day. It was such a real visit, and I felt like I had lost him all over again. I was grateful, yet torn apart. In November, I went to a one

week advanced meditation seminar with doctor Joe Dispenza. We meditated for about thirty five hours that week. One of the meditations was at four a m. And it was four and a half hours long. It was in this meditation that I started to feel this tingling sensation all around my upper torso and the top of my head. I was excited because I had been praying that I would leave my body and get to experience what it's like

to elevate outside of our own physical existence. That didn't happen, but ever since that meditation, I get that tingling feeling multiple times throughout the day. I now believe that it's my son's spirit when he is close. It is absolutely incredible. We are coming up on the year anniversary and I'm slowly learning how to have a new different relationship with my son, a spiritual one versus a human one. I

believe that heaven is all around us. I believe that trauma can open up gifts that so many other people wish for. I am learning to be grateful not for the loss of my son, but for the experiences that I have had since then. Thank you for your show and all that you do, Sherry says Sandra. I feel like I've witnessed the soul leaving the body. My father passed with a rare form of cancer. Even though my brother and I were expecting his death, you know, it's

still a shock. During the thirty six hours, my father was unconscious and gasping for each breath. Honestly, if someone had told me I would pray for my father to die, I would have said they were crazy. I didn't want to see him suffer every day. Our pastor was there and said a special prayer. One day. As she said, amen, I saw changes happening. Very quickly, my brother ran to get the nurse. She came in and put a stethoscope to his neck and pronounced him dead. Even though I

was expecting it. I collapsed into the nurse's arms, and as I looked over her shoulder to my father, I yelled, weight there is something going on. The only way I can describe it, for example, is if you've ever seen a cigarette burning in an ash tray and the sun hits the smoke. This is what it looked like, smoke that came out of my father the's mouth and nose. My brother saw it as well and said, Sherry, that's

the spirit leaving his body. My brother and I have not talked about this since, but I know I witnessed something very special. When you hear these stories, doesn't it help make you feel like these things are possible in your life. I went on Amazon and bought myself a children's windspinner toy, and I also think by learning to quiet the mind and meditate, there's a whole world available

to us. We just need to practice and explore. It's time for our next break and we'll be back with more stories from fellow listeners of Shades of the Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast Coast AM Paranormal podcast network.

twenty twenty. Here are his words. When I left New York, my mother was diagnosed with early stages of Alzheimer's and dementia. I had older sisters that would care for her. I am the only boy and the youngest my mother had. My two sisters are about ten years older than me. In July of twenty twenty one, I received a call from my sisters saying Mom has taken a turn for the worst. Without hesitation, I packed the car and made the twenty two hour road trip along with my wife

and son back up to New York City. We all were with her for the weekend. She was coherent and saying some words like she was happy. We were all there with her. We stayed about two days until it was time to get back to Florida because of my job. Soon as we got back to Florida, two days later, my mother had passed away. I was broken inside. I was happy to say goodbye, but of course I was distraught. The next day after she passed, I believe I had

what you call a lucid dream. I was in my room, laying down where I was not completely awake nor asleep, and I kid you not, my mother walked into my room, clapping her hands and calling me Nanny, a childhood nickname she had for me. She was happy and sort of celebrating. She came over to me and kissed me on my cheek. It felt as if she was really there. I literally felt her lips on my cheek. I could then remember sitting up and tears began to run down my face.

It was an experience I've never had in my life. I felt overwhelmed with joy, as if my mother was telling me she's no longer in pain. Connie says, My mother in law died in November of two thousand and seven. I had an experience in early two thousand and nine with her. I was washing dishes at my kitchen sink, just meditating on nothing in particular. Suddenly I saw her in my mind's eye. She was smiling and said, I've got a secret. I thought, what do you mean. You

can't do that to me, tell me the secret. Two weeks later, my son, who lived in California at the time, called to tell me they were expecting a baby. I believe my mother in law knew about Madison before they knew our Next story is from Kaylee. She says, so, I just listened to one of your past podcasts about

signs from loved ones who have passed. I've gotten so many signs from my brother, from waking up to a phone call from his old cell number that had been disconnected and a voicemail of all static and faint music in the background. I will meditate and ask him for signs. Sometimes he will leave me a white feather in one of the spots I frequent over several times a day, like on top of my jewelry box or on my bathroom sync. He's manipulated my phone to show me things

he wants me to see several times. Actually, as he had a degree in cybersecurity, so it comes as no surprise to me that he was always doing things on my phone and showing me things I needed to see when my grief was just too blinding. He has shocked

me into oblivion many times. When I would ask for a sign, things would happen, like lights going on and off, words coming out of my child's mouth, TV channels being changed by themselves with the remote, or something would just shock me, and I'd hear his voice almost like he was yelling at me, saying I'm here. It is me. I could write a book about all the ways my brother has shown me that he is still very much

alive and well. I was a non believer in life after death before his loss, and I was a huge skeptic even when I began receiving these signs. He and I used to talk about it frequently in joke, if we're going to go to the Flying Spaghetti Monster when we die, or if we're just poof gone. For a long time, I tried to disprove that these signs were from him, but every time I found no logical explanation. For ninety nine percent of them. Our next story comes

from Julie. I'm finding that my husband is communicating with me from the other side when I need it the most, and it brings me great comfort. Also, my intuition is expanding. I've had some remarkable experiences in this life life. Back in two thousand and one, my fourteen year old niece Tiffany passed away from a beasting. In early two thousand and three, she came to me in the middle of

the night and began communicating telepathically. She looked about thirty years old, and I vividly saw her in the upper right corner of my mind's eye. I wrote down everything she said, then sealed the paper in an envelope and put it away for safe keeping. I didn't tell a soul until her grieving mother, Kathy, called me and said she was desperately seeking communication with her daughter. She just needed to know that she was all right. Cathy had gone to mediums and psychics, but none were able to

connect with Tiffany. She was heartbroken. I hesitantly told my sister in law that Tiffany had come to me one night. She asked me what she said, so I got the envelope opened up the paper and read what I had written down. None of it made sense to me, but to her mom, everything made perfect sense, and she was assured her daughter was alive and well. On the other side, the things she said brought real comfort to her mother's

grieving heart. Incidentally, Tiffany had had a vision from a girl named Isabella who told her that she was coming soon to get her. This was about two weeks before she died. Tiffany was furious because she thought her sister Jenny was playing a mean prank on her. Thank you for taking the time to read this. This shining Light Mom says, I lost my only beautiful son, Alexander, to fentanyl poisoning in July twenty twenty. He had just turned twenty one. My life has been transformed in many ways,

particularly spiritually, since his death. The intense grief is something that I continue to navigate and explore creative ways to heal from. I I know for certain that he lives on because I too, have had some extraordinary communications from him, and I believe that he continues to send me signs and messages through my iPhone in the form of photos

and songs. About ten days after Alexander died. I was walking on trails in a beautiful nature reserve in southern California, through a wild landscape of tall trees, both alive and dead. The trail led me to a peaceful valley with the lake fields of lush grass, marshes, water reeds, and cows grazing. I was singing a song that I had made up for Alexander as part of my mourning ritual, and connecting with this powerful sense that Alexander was everywhere without and within.

Suddenly my cell phone began to play music all by itself, something that had never happened before nor since. The song was a band that Alexander listened to when he was younger, titled it Ends Tonight by All American Rejects. I had never played this music and didn't know that Alexander had downloaded it into my iTunes account years ago. The song was powerful and the lyrics were so incredibly relevant to

the circumstances of his death. A disturbed mind, a falling star, falling alone, isolated, and the repeated chorus when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight, it ends Tonight. I was alarmed and felt that the song was dark and angry, but on reflection, the lyrics gave me some insight into what may have been going on within his mind and emotions. I felt that he was in trauma, and through the song, he was communicating to me in a way that he

was not able to voice when he was alive. He had always been secretive, guarded, and hard to converse with about his feelings and what was going on in his life. He lived in a skin that always gave the impression that everything was fine. It was a deceptive mask. A few days after the song, I sat down with my husband, stepson, and his girlfriend to watch a movie on Netflix. We

wanted to find a comedy to lift our spirits. There were two colored windows that always appear on the screen for our Netflix account, one with my husband's name and the other with zand for Alexander. The two windows appeared, but suddenly the color and letters of the zand window disappeared. A white border then appeared around the window with an X across it. I was alarmed, but I felt Alexander's presence.

This mysterious deactivation of our son's account was not initiated by either of us, and we could think of no rational explanation. One more story. About two weeks after Alexander died, I was sitting with my husband in our backyard at dusk. We heard an owl hooting far away to the right side of our house, and soon afterwards we heard the hoot much closer on the left side of the house.

Seconds later, the hoot sounded directly above us. We looked up and saw a huge owl perched on the very tip of a dead bamboo shoot, about twenty feet high, completely exposed with the darkening sky surrounding it. It was a great horned owl, which I had never seen in our neighborhood, and have never seen any owl perching in such a clearly visible and exposed position. My husband ran into the house to fetch his binoculars. I moved closer

to the owl and sat on a low wall. I spontaneously began to talk to the owl lovingly, and we had a conversation of sorts. I spoke, the owl hooted. I spoke, the owl hooted again, and this exchange went on for a minute or so. My husband returned to get a closer look, but the owl spread its beautiful large wings with white feathers on the underside and flew off, soaring up into the night sky. This was such a profound, magical,

and mysterious visitation. I listened and watched for the owl for many nights, hoping for a return visit, but we never saw or heard it again. It turns out great horned owls have long been associated with the ability to connect with the heavens. When you see one, it means trusting that you are connected to the source, even if you don't have physical proof. Well, my friend, it is time for our next break, and we'll be back with another incredible story and some very profound words of wisdom.

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I offer a free inspirational service online. We call it the Sunday Gathering, with a medium demonstration included. Recently, one of our community members, Kathy, gave the address. Here are her words, as she not only has some incredible signs from her son, but she has some important words about self healing.

after he passed. And I don't know what overcame me, but I turned off the radio and I screamed at my Shawnee like I'd never even screamed at him when he was here. And I screamed at the top of my lungs. Butterflies and dragonflies are not cutting it. I want an email or a text message if I'm going to go forward. And I know that sounds so bratty, but it just.

me this. This is the email she got and it says from Clyde Butterfield to Joanne and all it says in one word, Sean in bold letters, and at the bottom you can't see, but it said sent from my iPhone.

but I didn't know how. The next morning, I woke up and I was still in a daze, and so my husband took her youngest son out surfing for the day and I allowed myself just to stay in bed and cry all day till finally something told me I need to get up and get.

law who had passed five years before Sean passed. His wife had shut down his email right after he passed, and he had no iPhone. It's just such beautiful evidence that in the spirit world there's so many people who are helping.

physically affects you. It's not just emotional. We're literally physically suffering. This isn't just something that's in our head, and we need to give self compassion during such a traumatic time.

what I think it should be. In the book Radical Acceptance, the author states, in contrast to orthodox notions of climbing up a ladder seeking perfection, psychologist Carl Jung describes the spiritual path as an unfolding into wholeness.

compassion actually means to be with, to suffer with. So how many times have we abandoned our own selves instead of having our own backs? I say that self compassion is the ability to be able to allow ourselves the experience of life in all of its fullness, to be present for it all, and not just hide from the pain and only seek the pleasure. So when you're ready, find a way to have compassion for yourself today, give yourself a break. In fact, stand up and offer applause

for yourself. Give yourself a pat on the back for the ability to still be standing, for the efforts you have made just to get out of bed on those dark early days of grief, when you didn't know if you were going to be able to literally live one minute more, for your wonderful body, which helps you to see today, to hear today, to feel today, and to think today. You are, every single one of you out there, a superstar just for making it this far. I want to end with a quote from one of my own

personal heroes, Helen Keller. One of the things that she said was that the struggle of life is one of our greatest blessings. It makes us patient, sensitive, and godlike.

coming up on our store page. There's a tab at the top to join our Sunday gathering and our Facebook group. Our time today has come to an end. Please know that love is all around you. I'm Sandra Champlain. Thank you so much for listening to Shades of the app Afterlife on the iHeartRadio and Coast to Coast AM Paranormal Podcast Network.