I cannot deny since my wife died, a little over two years ago, my experiences have been incredible. The first experience was a call from a former patient and mystic two days later. She said had a message from an opera singer that Bobbie was fine and with family again. My wife’s mother was an opera singer.
Next, I began finding pennies everywhere. We began calling pennies from Heaven. I knew that my wife was involved somehow. The pennies appeared in places where I saw no pennies an hour before. I found pennies on the floor, in our bed, and in the woods around my house.
A Kiss Goodnight
At night, when in bed, I got messages from my deceased wife. I heard sounds like her voice. I even sat up one night and asked, “Do you need any help?” Only then did I realize my wife was dead. At night, I also would hear a sound like you make when blowing out a candle. That was followed by a breeze on my face; I knew my wife was kissing me good night.
Eight months after she died, I had a heart arrhythmia called fibrillation and went to the local emergency room. They put me in room 9. My wife was born on 9/9, so I knew she was watching over me.
Mother’s Day Message
This past Mother’s Day weekend was a Friday the 9th, Saturday the 10th, and Sunday the 11th. On the 9th, I found a dime and a penny in the clothes dryer. There was nothing put in the dryer with coins in them.
On Sunday I was making the bed after getting up and went around to the side my wife used to sleep on. I pulled the sheets and blankets. Suddenly, they felt like they were pulled back. And what did I see on the bedsheet?
Yes, a dime and a penny. I put all the coins in a little plastic bag and keep them with my wife’s photo in the shirt pocket next to my heart. They were messages from my deceased wife.
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I can relate. I lost my spouse of 43 years only five months ago, a critical care nurse. I am a retired naturopath doctor. On day of her memorial service things began happening. It’s good to know that our loved ones make an effort from their side of dividing boundary to let us know they have not forgotten us. Since the 1970s, I realized from many spiritual experiences that this boundary has become thinner, more permeable; thousands of people across the world are experiencing a greater number of communications from loved ones.