Hearing my dead daughter’s words in my head wasn’t enough. So, last weekend I attended a Forever Family Foundation retreat where three mediums conducted spirit communications. I was hoping to get a message from Marika. Instead, I got a golden moth.
We were eating lunch outside, between sessions, when I felt a light tickle on my wrist and turned my right hand over to find a delicate gold charm attached. The moth glistened, iridescent in the sun. Its tiny feet clung to my skin like minuscule Velcro pads. It sat there, close to my beating pulse, its fragile wings occasionally flapping in the breeze while I ate with my left hand, wondering how long it might stay. Half an hour, my friend told me, later. Long enough for another friend to snap its photo on her phone. Long enough to consider that maybe the golden moth was a gift from my daughter, from the other side. It was not the clear coherent message I wanted. I was still hoping to be “read” by a medium.
Lunchtime ended. The moth flew off and I went to the next session and watched in awe as the medium first validated the presence of a family’s loved one, and then relayed messages that were received with tears of joy. Details, bits and pieces of peoples’ lives were exposed; secrets and explanations were revealed. There were apologies, pardons, advice, and affirmations of love. How and where could such information be found, or kept, other than in the consciousness of the deceased loved ones themselves? I waited, my eyes begged the medium, please, connect me to Marika. But the other people’s needs must have been greater than mine. Maybe their loved ones’ spirits were more determined than my daughter’s. Or maybe I wanted it too much.
I did not get a reading that weekend. But I did get to witness the joy and transformation of others hearing from their loved ones. And I came 95 percent closer to believing in after death communications and the survival of consciousness after death. I’m reserving the last little bit of skepticism until the day I get to have a reading myself.
And I wonder: if people can believe in a God who gives and takes life and sometimes answers our prayers, why shouldn’t I put my own faith into the small spark of vibrating energy that remains (somewhere) of Marika? I pray to my daughter. And she answers my pleas by sending me small creatures, mostly at mealtimes.
What do you believe in? Can we communicate with the dead?
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The survival of consciousness-I like that thinking and believe it to be accurate. I’ve wondered if my wanting a communication so bad caused me to see or feel messages that were mere coincidence yet other times I’ve thought I’d be in denial if I didn’t believe it because the feelings was quite strong. We’ve experienced a dragonfly connection too often to write it off. I am looking forward to someday reading about your experience with a medium.
Yeah. I’m kinda hoping this will all come out positively too. But I need to remain skeptical. When December comes, hopefully I’ll be able to report more. But for now, I’m watching as moths and red leaves are delivered to my doorstep and areas where I can’t possibly fail to notice. Dragonfly connection. Neat. All I can do for now is thank the moth, and thank Marika. And don’t allow myself to go too silly about all these coincidences. Gotta get to the bottom of all this eventually. Cheers, Monica.
Your illustration is sublime.
Ooooh, Lucy. Thanks!
Butterflies are a subconscious symbol of death, when dreams are analyzed or when children with terminal illnesses draw themselves. A butterfly landing on your pulse and staying there for half an hour, right when you are most open to signs and messages from Marika, is very significant. You have been blessed and caressed.
Moths, not butterflies. And the moths keep coming. A really tiny one showed up on my bathroom floor. Beautiful and pale gold. I’m not even counting all the moths I encounter while hiking these days. But another red leaf showed up in my front yard right by the main entrance to my house. Not a single trace of any other red leaves anywhere in sight. Where did this come from? It’s not even the right time for leaves to turn red. How on Earth?!?
Thanks for sharing this very hopeful experience, Robin.
I’m really hoping I can report back to you positively about this soon. My reading with a medium is what will determine how much hope I can put into this. Wouldn’t it be nice –