Good morning I just thought I would say about the first time I had a sign from my Ron. 4 months after he passe a good friend was going to Austria for a few day and asked me to go with her. I didn"t really feel like going but my family said go so I went. One of the days we were having lunch in such a pretty place by the way my Ron loved Austria we have been there many times and suddenly a butterfly landed on my head so I sat very still and then it flew down on to one of my fingers and it stayed there for quite a long while. My friend and I were so surprised so I feel that it was a message from Ron saying enjoy your holiday which was very hard for me at the time. Ron loved butterflies so it was lovely and I have a photo of me with that butterfly on my hand. Love and hugs to you all. xx Carol xxx
Thank you for that Edwin. My husband loved the bees and helped the bee keepers. We have many friends who are bee keepers and they have informed the hives of his death and the bee’s will now carry his soul with them. Three days after Brian died I had a bee land very near me and since have had one circle my head indoors. Honey bees are tucked away for the winter now so this is very unusual.
When the summer comes, I could become a little confused as, on our allotments we grow lots of flowers and herbs that encourage bees (as well as butterflies, ladybirds, etc) I won’t know if Brian is among them, but will talk to them all and as we have hundreds of them I could spend all day chattering away to bee’s. Brian I think will be the one that stings me to make me get on with some work.
Hi there. I have also donated a lot of Brian’s things. Many photo’s of this town, the one he was born in, to the heritage centre. Some are going to another museum when they re-open for the summer season. Unfortunately we don’t have a museum of music otherwise I would have been happy to have donated them but I live in an area that is difficult to travel from. Wish we did have one as I have other beautiful musical instruments. An auctioneer is coming to see them. However I have sold his guitars. The man that came was very nice and remembered my husband and the band. One of the guitars has had years of work and he is going to restore it to it’s former glory. He will let me know when he has finished and let me see it again. I decided that it was better for it to go back to work and not be put back in the loft. I also hadn’t any idea how valuable they were. It was quite a shock. Hope I don’t sound as if the money was more important, it wasn’t, but he was such a nice man, I felt happy that he was having them and they would be put back into use and go on stage again. I feel emotional at seeing them go though.
Re: Your extractor fan, well I was hit over the head by the cooker lid, which for some reason came down and bashed me across the top of my nose. Boy did I feel lightheaded. I’d obviously annoyed him that day. Now I’m waiting for the roof to fall in if he’s annoyed about me letting his beloved guitars go. I did give him time to object though and waited for a sign.
What happened tonight has been an amazing set of circumstances which has made me question my natural cynicism.
I went to to turn the TV on to watch the rugby on Sky at 5.00 pm.
As it came on the Sky box was tuned to a channel which I didn’t even know existed, Total Country. It never gets on anything other than sport so how an earth that happened I have no idea. I’m a great Country fan but have avoided the genre recently being a bit fragile for songs of love and loss. I was just about to switch over to watch the game and the next song came on, Blake Shelton singing “Home”. I didn’t even know he’d recorded it. The song was a great favourite of my wife’s and I played the version by The Fron Choir over and over as she lay dying in the hope she would feel at peace. I suppose the idea of Going Home seemed right.
Is this just the Baader Meinhoff phenonemon at work. It certainly seems remarkable and I have to remind myself she didn’t know how to use the Sky Box.
How weird is that.
Hi
Just keep your mind open to it YorkshireLad,anything is possible.Sound’s to me like a personal sign just for you.Obviously you know my feelings on the subject,and i have no doubt,but you couldn’t help but notice the strangeness of it.You may have more signs on the way,as once you notice our loved ones will keep on trying xx
Hi Pattidot
I think you should be proud of yourself for sorting things out,i’m sure your Brian will be too.I do admire your strength in moving forward the best you can,looking after your 2 allotments,sorting your home out,decorating,and supplying the food bank with vegetables.You surely are a beacon of light.I enjoy reading your posts full of busyness xx
Yorkshire lad I was a synic, but I have seen and felt too many things now to not think somethings happening we don’t fully understand. Just keep an open mind.
For all my natural cynicism I still have an open mind. I’m not so sure anything is possible, but equally I’m sure there is much more that is possible then I understand. I will just sit on the fence and let things happen around me and then maybe apply some labels. Today’s labels were weird, strange, thought provoking.
I could cope with becoming a believer but not yet, but I do accept there’s lots we don’t understand.
It will be interesting to see what your logical mind makes of what happened after further reflection and if there are more signs .
I’m still waiting but who knows?
Hi
Good answer x
I don’t think logic has an answer for everything. It’s what Jung described as the Synchronicity of Facts or random coincidence… or something else. I don’t understand synchronicity, or random coincidence or the something else… Who does?
I think the article on the Baader Meinhoff Phenonemon put it quite well.
Things happen, then other things happen. End of.
Maybe
I like your interpretation, it made me smile.
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Then it was definitely worthwhile.
Well, here’s the thing. Who knows what’s fact and fiction? I like to think I’m pragmatic, rational and realistic but I yearn for mystic, sensory and subliminal. Dear me, it’s a Saturday night and I sound like an ageing and doped up hippie. Sadly I am a most reluctant widow. 
Thank you Robina, keeping busy is my way of coping. I push myself to the limit some days but at least I’m tired at night. One of the last things Brian said to me, although he was almost knocked out by medication and I don’t think he knew I was by his side… “That Pat she goes at everything like a bull in a china shop” I had to laugh, at least he was remembering me in his last hours. Perhaps he was telling me to slow down. I suppose my way of relaxing is to keep on the move, if that makes sense. If I sat at home I would probably be crying all day and becoming depressed, and I am trying to avoid depression, it’s bad enough grieving… I cry while I work and go out walking but no one notices. I used to go to the gym twice a week but haven’t been able to go since before Brian was so ill and not since he died, now I just feel guilty that he can’t do the things he enjoyed, doesn’t seem fair. Will give it a go soon again though. I give thanks everyday for the things that I can be grateful for. But nothing can take the place of my beloved Brian.
I am a sceptic in signs from the dead, always have been I’m afraid. There are far too many charlatans preying on the vulnerable for my liking.
The white feathers I find at home I believe come from my feather filled cushions or outside from preening birds but how do I explain the following.
Coincidence maybe.
Sorting out my partners studio I spent time displaying some paintings until satisfied, then started to sort out old paperwork in there too.
A folded up newspaper sheet was underneath a load of invoices, on opening it there was an article and photograph of my partner standing alongside the exact two paintings, out of a number I had chosen from, that I had decided to display!
My sister had suggested we go away in the autumn for a holiday to somewhere I had always wanted to visit, Peru.
Carried on sorting yet again all the objects in his studio that he used for still life paintings I came across a pot that I liked the look of.
Turned it upside down and it had “made in Peru” on the base.
This morning some kind person had cleared ivy and weeds from outside my stone boundary wall, placed on top of the wall were my favourite secateurs that my partner had lost two years ago.
I am starting to find this decidedly spooky!!
Hi, can I suggest you go to the link in my previous post on Baader-meinhof Phenomenon. You might find it interesting.
I was thinking that the paintings you chose were obviously significant to your partner as they were featured in an article in the past so maybe your subconscious memory came into play with the choice. Just a thought, coincidences are strange.
Xx
Maybe the question is do we need to explain everything?
Could it just be that some things are unexplainable.
I could explain or put down some things that could have bee coincidences. But not all. The one I can’t get away from is when I visited the cemetery. I was really upset, got on my bike on getting to the motorway I was in a daze looked down I was up to 80 90 still accelerating. A van ahead moved in to my lane and I had to slow down the reg was ca11ful some coincidence.
She’s looking out for you Stevie…