My tale of wonder started with a sparrow. My son had died and I was sitting by myself in our backyard tears streaming. I kept thinking 'If I just knew Max was OK...If I just knew he was OK...I vaguely noticed a small brown bird flying back and forth between a tree branch and the top of a fence a mere 8 feet in front of me. Suddenly, this tiny wild bird landed on my head. I felt the tiny bird feed in my hair and was filled with wonder. The astonishing things was that seconds before the bird landed on me - I KNEW it was going to do what it did. And I KNEW it was Max's way of letting me know he was happy in the bright forever. My 6 foot, 200 pound 20-year-old son sent the tiniest feathered messenger to his Mama making me so happy.
Dear Gari, my heart is with you. May you continue to feel your son’s presence and love. Your story brings me peace that he is still with you. Thank you for your words.
I believe you! And your story brings me so much happiness. Earlier this month I was awoken by a fox barking at my window in the early morning. I always sleep with my phone on airplane mode and I went to record the fox because it’s such an amazing event to be woken by a fox and I wanted to have proof that it this event really happened. The fox left before I could get my audio recorder working so I took my phone off airplane mode to confirm the sounds that foxes make. Then I saw a notification from my dad - that I had just missed a call from him. It was almost 3am Pacific time. I called him immediately, “Your mom just took her last breath,” he said. I stayed with him on the phone for the next few hours and we conferenced my sister in and we told Fran stories until his phone ran out of batteries and my mom’s body had been prepared. The fox waking me up brought my dad great comfort and we know it was my mom. Over these last few weeks she has been with me so vividly. Her body and mind have been released from dementia and other illness and she is dancing in the sky (literally). We are transformed in physical death and our spirits, our love, our souls are eternal.
Thank you, dear Andrea, for sharing your journey with us.
Thank you for sharing this wondrous journey, which fills a vast hole in my heart where my daughter now resides. She died by suicide almost four years ago. My heart is broken. Your tender, magical story gives me hope! May your healing continue as your wisdom provides deep comfort and solace to the wounded among us, which includes just about everyone. You and your fierce and gorgeous writing are a gift to us all.
Thank you, Andrea, for your fierce and tender observations, which penetrate the very depths of my soul. Your courage inspires me to confront my own deepest fears and challenges.
Your sharing of a magical pumpkin brought me to tears; grateful, joyful tears.
I lost my beloved husband a little over 5 years ago. A few months back, lying in bed one morning, I felt him in the room with me. It was that ordinary feeling we all can have when someone is the same room. I hadn't felt that in more than 5 years. It was so peaceful, SO real. He then asked me a question that confirmed it was him. Since then, I've felt such great peace. My grief has nearly gone. I know he's here with me, even if unseen. We are sooooo much more than our physical bodies.
I’ve been subscribed unpaid for a while now. But this was so miraculously timely that I subscribed, and then promptly listened to your Love Letter From The Afterlife episode. I am speechless, Andrea. Weeping. Reconnecting with mySelf, my ancestors, my very calling. Words are entirely inadequate to express my gratitude, Andrea—and Jessika—and Teri!! Nontheless, THANK YOU ALL. And may you reap back these infinitely healing seeds exceedingly, abundantly more than any of us could ever ask or think♾️
My momma used to call me pumpkin and magical Mesa. This story has me sobbing and wishing I could hug you and Meg and Jessika and Teri and my mom. One big cosmic group hug.
Mesa 😭 it’s midnight and I’m over here bawling and then I came across your comment… you always show up for me when I am having a MoMeNt. Your Mama was correct. You are magical ❤️
My magical story (or tale of wonder as coined by Gari above) includes having the most vivid dream of my grandmother sitting on a couch in a bright red dress and me rushing to her only to wake as I was approaching her. The next morning I opened our front door to retrieve a package and bright red ball was hovering - and I do mean hovering - right in front of our driveway despite the fact that we live on a road with a downhill grade so there was no way it should have been hovering in front of our driveway! AND there was no once chasing said ball, it was just lingering there in front of our house. It lingered so long that I have a video of it. When sharing this with my father (her son) he told me that red had been her favorite color. Magic is everywhere. ❤️
As I read this I want to yell YES YES YES!!! As a spiritual medium, your sharing this experience opens us all to the subtle listening, learning to trust these experiences and moving forward with this deep connection to infinite spirit.
This is so beautiful and magical and life-giving. Thank you, Andrea. I am sitting beside my mother as she lies in a hospital bed, her death bed. I don’t know if today is the day, or tomorrow, or the day after that that she will move to whatever is next. But she is the type of person who will come to others afterward, and help them and bring them joy, just as she has done her whole wonderful life here. She has had a lot of physical pain in the last 72 hours, which is excruciating to watch. I love Teri’s words about pain, resilience, hope and love. I feel like these words were made for us right now. Again, thank you for this gift… and thank you, Jessika and Teri!!! ❤️
These moments when our hand dips into the flow of the universe and another’s reaches back are so often secret yet need to be brought into the light - a balm for all of us. Thank you Andrea. Thank you Teri. BTW, would you be willing to share that stew recipe? 😋🙏
Beautiful, Andrea. I have this book. My brother read it using what little strength remained of his limp hands - he, like Teri, had ALS and was also a Boulder resident.
His iCloud has pictures of certain passages from the book. I saw these only after his belongings returned home with me.
In the end, he was everything Teri wrote. ALS transformed him into the most magical person I’ve ever encountered. He was seeing things before the end for sure, between realms in the final days. It was heartbreaking and stunningly beautiful at once.
His name is Atif, and Teri validated his experience and pointed him toward the transformation he trekked on his own. I am happy to know she’s helping you too. 💞
The most beautiful magical miracle story ever. Thank you so much for sharing. I have a friend who was just diagnosed with ALS and I'm buying two books now - one for him and one for me.
My tale of wonder started with a sparrow. My son had died and I was sitting by myself in our backyard tears streaming. I kept thinking 'If I just knew Max was OK...If I just knew he was OK...I vaguely noticed a small brown bird flying back and forth between a tree branch and the top of a fence a mere 8 feet in front of me. Suddenly, this tiny wild bird landed on my head. I felt the tiny bird feed in my hair and was filled with wonder. The astonishing things was that seconds before the bird landed on me - I KNEW it was going to do what it did. And I KNEW it was Max's way of letting me know he was happy in the bright forever. My 6 foot, 200 pound 20-year-old son sent the tiniest feathered messenger to his Mama making me so happy.
This is such a beautiful story, Gari. I'm in tears reading your words. So much love to you.
Dear Gari, my heart is with you. May you continue to feel your son’s presence and love. Your story brings me peace that he is still with you. Thank you for your words.
Love to the Max, dearest Gari. I had not recalled this most wonderful happening. This makes my heart SO happy to read. 🪶💜
Dear Andrea,
I believe you! And your story brings me so much happiness. Earlier this month I was awoken by a fox barking at my window in the early morning. I always sleep with my phone on airplane mode and I went to record the fox because it’s such an amazing event to be woken by a fox and I wanted to have proof that it this event really happened. The fox left before I could get my audio recorder working so I took my phone off airplane mode to confirm the sounds that foxes make. Then I saw a notification from my dad - that I had just missed a call from him. It was almost 3am Pacific time. I called him immediately, “Your mom just took her last breath,” he said. I stayed with him on the phone for the next few hours and we conferenced my sister in and we told Fran stories until his phone ran out of batteries and my mom’s body had been prepared. The fox waking me up brought my dad great comfort and we know it was my mom. Over these last few weeks she has been with me so vividly. Her body and mind have been released from dementia and other illness and she is dancing in the sky (literally). We are transformed in physical death and our spirits, our love, our souls are eternal.
Thank you, dear Andrea, for sharing your journey with us.
This is gorgeous, Carla. Thank you so very much for sharing.
Wow, this is so moving. Another beautiful moment shared. Thank you.
Dear Carla, what a precious gift the fox gave to you.
Dear Andrea
I just KNEW you were describing Teri before you named her!
She was a dear friend of mine. Her book is a treasure. SHE was a treasure. And YOU are a treasure. OF COURSE she visited you.
This morning I am delighted knowing this.
Surrounding you with so much love.
It doesn't surprise me that you were friends! But it makes me so happy to know. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing this wondrous journey, which fills a vast hole in my heart where my daughter now resides. She died by suicide almost four years ago. My heart is broken. Your tender, magical story gives me hope! May your healing continue as your wisdom provides deep comfort and solace to the wounded among us, which includes just about everyone. You and your fierce and gorgeous writing are a gift to us all.
Dear Sheila, my heart is with you. I am so sorry.
Thank you so much, Carla!💕
So much love to you, Sheila. Thank you for sharing your beautiful heart.
Thank you, Andrea, for your fierce and tender observations, which penetrate the very depths of my soul. Your courage inspires me to confront my own deepest fears and challenges.
Your sharing of a magical pumpkin brought me to tears; grateful, joyful tears.
I lost my beloved husband a little over 5 years ago. A few months back, lying in bed one morning, I felt him in the room with me. It was that ordinary feeling we all can have when someone is the same room. I hadn't felt that in more than 5 years. It was so peaceful, SO real. He then asked me a question that confirmed it was him. Since then, I've felt such great peace. My grief has nearly gone. I know he's here with me, even if unseen. We are sooooo much more than our physical bodies.
Thank you so much for this sharing. I feel so much comfort reading your words.
I’ve been subscribed unpaid for a while now. But this was so miraculously timely that I subscribed, and then promptly listened to your Love Letter From The Afterlife episode. I am speechless, Andrea. Weeping. Reconnecting with mySelf, my ancestors, my very calling. Words are entirely inadequate to express my gratitude, Andrea—and Jessika—and Teri!! Nontheless, THANK YOU ALL. And may you reap back these infinitely healing seeds exceedingly, abundantly more than any of us could ever ask or think♾️
My momma used to call me pumpkin and magical Mesa. This story has me sobbing and wishing I could hug you and Meg and Jessika and Teri and my mom. One big cosmic group hug.
Thank you, Andrea. I love you so.
Mesa 😭 it’s midnight and I’m over here bawling and then I came across your comment… you always show up for me when I am having a MoMeNt. Your Mama was correct. You are magical ❤️
I love you.
K!!! I love you so much… did I ever tell you my mom’s name? It’s Diana Kaye.. she went only by Kaye 🩵🩵🩵
😍🥹♾️⚛️💓 well this is just the coolest full circle moment EVER. Love to Mama Kaye and so much gratitude to her for making YOU.
My magical story (or tale of wonder as coined by Gari above) includes having the most vivid dream of my grandmother sitting on a couch in a bright red dress and me rushing to her only to wake as I was approaching her. The next morning I opened our front door to retrieve a package and bright red ball was hovering - and I do mean hovering - right in front of our driveway despite the fact that we live on a road with a downhill grade so there was no way it should have been hovering in front of our driveway! AND there was no once chasing said ball, it was just lingering there in front of our house. It lingered so long that I have a video of it. When sharing this with my father (her son) he told me that red had been her favorite color. Magic is everywhere. ❤️
WOW! Thank you for sharing this!
As I read this I want to yell YES YES YES!!! As a spiritual medium, your sharing this experience opens us all to the subtle listening, learning to trust these experiences and moving forward with this deep connection to infinite spirit.
This is so beautiful and magical and life-giving. Thank you, Andrea. I am sitting beside my mother as she lies in a hospital bed, her death bed. I don’t know if today is the day, or tomorrow, or the day after that that she will move to whatever is next. But she is the type of person who will come to others afterward, and help them and bring them joy, just as she has done her whole wonderful life here. She has had a lot of physical pain in the last 72 hours, which is excruciating to watch. I love Teri’s words about pain, resilience, hope and love. I feel like these words were made for us right now. Again, thank you for this gift… and thank you, Jessika and Teri!!! ❤️
So so much love to you and your mother, Melanie.
These moments when our hand dips into the flow of the universe and another’s reaches back are so often secret yet need to be brought into the light - a balm for all of us. Thank you Andrea. Thank you Teri. BTW, would you be willing to share that stew recipe? 😋🙏
yes! here it is: https://www.vegetariantimes.com/recipes/spicy-fall-stew-baked-in-a-pumpkin/
Beautiful, Andrea. I have this book. My brother read it using what little strength remained of his limp hands - he, like Teri, had ALS and was also a Boulder resident.
His iCloud has pictures of certain passages from the book. I saw these only after his belongings returned home with me.
In the end, he was everything Teri wrote. ALS transformed him into the most magical person I’ve ever encountered. He was seeing things before the end for sure, between realms in the final days. It was heartbreaking and stunningly beautiful at once.
His name is Atif, and Teri validated his experience and pointed him toward the transformation he trekked on his own. I am happy to know she’s helping you too. 💞
Oh thank you so much for sharing this with me Shaista. Love to you, and Atif. Beautiful.
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The most beautiful magical miracle story ever. Thank you so much for sharing. I have a friend who was just diagnosed with ALS and I'm buying two books now - one for him and one for me.
It's such a beautiful and powerful book. Love to you both!
Andrea, your stories bring joy to my soul in ways that I cannot express just yet.
This magical story not only made my day, it changed my day. Thank you.
from an abyss of deep fear, i am leaning on you and this magical tale today. you are such ballast. thank you. thank you.