A Sign from the Beyond
- wolfmoonrestorativ
- Jan 27
- 5 min read
Sometimes we receive signs when we least expect them.
The other day I received mine.
As I was getting ready for a very busy day my thoughts wandered to my paternal grandmother, who had passed away nearly 3 years ago.
We often hear deceased ones being spoken of using all sorts of reverent adjectives but then there are people who while in life are easily described as all sorts of amazing things. I have been privileged to meet a handful of such magical creatures in my life thus far and my Babcia (Polish for grandma) was the first and foremost. Her boundless love shined through in the smallest of gestures; pretending to be whoever I asked her to be when playing, helping me create outfits from whatever was in her closet, asking 5 times if I was sure that I’m not hungry. She had an indescribable spark and what seemed like boundless kindness, and in fact I have yet to meet anyone as patient as Babcia was.
That morning my mind was filled with regrets. I should have called more, written more, tried harder. You see, having your family and ocean away , to put it simply, sucks. I allowed the time difference, Babcia not being tech savvy, and the demands of day to day life to create even more distance between us. By the time I wizened up she was having a hard time hearing, so I decided to write instead, but it was sporadic and Babcia was having trouble seeing too. Before I knew it she was deep into Dementia, making the trip home was not possible and who knows if she would even be able to recognize me.
When she passed I was initially sad but relieved, it felt like I had lost her months before and at least now she could be at peace. Besides I was already deep in my spiritual journey, which told me she’s not truly gone. Any day now I’ll get a sign of feel her presence and how wonderfully bittersweet it will be…except that I didn’t. The most I got was a vague feeling of her energy around but very distant. Maybe she was still getting her bearings of wherever she moved on to, but a nagging thought grew. I never doubted her love for me but maybe she wasn't happy with how little we communicated or that I didn't visit when she was near the end.
. About a year ago I had a session with a medium friend, with the specific intention of trying to connect. My grandma was there, somewhere in the background, hanging back, silent, my friend was picking up on there being something to do with her passing but not much else. Instead it was mhy brother, who passed mere months after my grandmother, that came through. That is an experience for another blog, it was lovely, but shed no further light on connecting with Babcia.
I recently started to read the book 'Signs' by Laura Lynne Jackson, which was recommended to me by friends. It is supposed to teach the reader how to recognize and interpret messages from loved ones and since I am on my personal quest to ever grow and expand my channeling and mediumship capabilities, I figured what the heck, it might help. Full disclosure, I am only a few chapters in and so far there have been stories of everyday (for lack of a better word) people connecting with their loved ones, because we all are capable of doing so. I will also tell you, in case you are interested in reading it that I did skip one story and skim another. This is because they involved children who passed and I am at a point in my life where that is something very triggering for me. Insert big blinking arrow pointing to 'shadow work to be done here.' Never the less, the book reminded me that instead of trying to interpret things that show up, we can ask for a specific sign. I decided to give it a try, I asked for Babcia to please send me a gold Christmas tree as a sign, because it reminded me of this metal spinning contraption shaped like a Christmas tree she had where you put tea candles and their smoke would make it spin. It didn't "feel" right but it was all I could come up with. I also asked for a few other signs along the way from my guides about another matter, and within days, I got my pink elephant. I had walked into a crystal shop with the intention of visiting someone and there it was, a pink crystal elephant on the table, where there was none any other time I visited...but no gold Christmas tree, in fact not even a regular Christmas tree.
I think part of me had given up on trying, and on that morning I was wallowing in regret and melancholy. About an hour later I heard a chime from my phone. My dad had sent me pictures, he found an Easter card from my grandma that was returned to sender from 2013. In that instant I knew I finally got my sign and as it turns out, it was just what I needed to heal. It was as if Babcia sent me a big hug from the beyond, telling me it's ok. I had a moment where I completely broke down in tears, it was short lived but on the other end of it a weight was lifted off of my heart and I felt at peace, no more guilt, just lots and lots of love.
A day or two later a thought occurred to me out of the blue. For quite sometime I've been coming across ladybugs (and or the imitation ones from Asia that made their way to the states, for these purposes I consider them close enough and therefore interchangeable with the real deal), at first my house but then in random places, like the wall of the hallway outside the studio where my daughters go to dance. In each instance I knew they were signs, a type of hello filled with love but nothing more specific than that. In that moment I knew with my entire being (claircognizance or "clear knowing" being my strongest clair) it was my Babcia sending me signs all along for weeks if not months. I'm not sure why ladybugs. I vaguely remember seeing a mass of them in the sand on a beach somewhere when I was very young, but no idea if my grandma was even there. That's ok though, the reason doesn't really matter, what's important is that I know that from now on 'ladybugs' are Babcia's and mine own designated, not so secret sign from the beyond.
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