Validations of Love

This forum is dedicated to all the bereaved who believe that their loved one who has died can somehow through various means give them a sign that their spirit survived death. In my workshops I have heard thousands of stories that support this phenomenon.  In all cases those whom have experienced a sign find comfort knowing that their loved one lives on in another sphere of existence. This is an immeasurable catharsis for the grieving soul and validates their belief that love never dies.  If you have experienced a posthumous message from a loved one please send your story for possible inclusion in this column.

 Thank you,     Mitch Carmody

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 This photo above was sent in anonymously but taken the day her father died. If you look closely you can see the image of Christ's face in the clouds very similar to the shroud of Turin image.

Dear Mitch,

We met in Nashville at the TCF National conference this last summer 2008 when I attended your first presentation.  My wife Tracy and I are from DeSoto, Texas, a suburb of Dallas.  We stopped and talked to you several times after the initial presentation.  We asked later if the national organization reacted favorably to "Whispers of Love" as we found many people in some higher positions encouraged us to find other, more practical, presentations. We didn't listen and found it the best we heard in the three days; when we walked into the seminar that first day and saw the crowds, we knew we had made a good decision (even if we had to stand for about 30 minutes). Then we heard the story.  What a wonderful way to start our first conference only a year after Sean died.

 Now, to the point, two days ago, I had a very disturbing "Whisper"; disturbing because I'm so technical, somewhat scientific and definitely a realist.  But, what happened to me was so powerful and unexplainable that I know it was Sean just letting us know he's still there for us.

I wanted to tell you we've had two "can't happen", "technically impossible" and "aw, come on" moments.  The latest was the most dramatic impact.

At noon on Wednesday of last week, I was at work in my home office and my wife, Tracy, was at her computer in another part of the house.  The home phone rang and the Caller ID was xxx-xx2-3899.  I thought that was a familiar number as I was answering it.  Nobody was there as I said hello several times so I called out to Tracy and asked, "What was Sean's cell phone number?”  She responded by putting the numbers together finally, "xxx-xx2-3899".  She wondered why I had asked and looked at the Caller ID on the screen of a phone near her and saw the number.

 When Sean was killed last year in the auto accident, we took the SIM Card out of his destroyed phone and put it in my old Motorola Razr just like the one he had.  We never cancelled the service as, first, we just couldn't bring ourselves to cancel it, and, second, it left his phone open for his friends to send text messages and leave voice messages for him on his birthday and anniversary of his death.  The phone sits closed in one of those beautiful mahogany charging stations and is rarely taken off the charger.

 Now, because of the call, I'm a little shaken and went quickly to his cell phone.  Tracy was still nowhere near it.  I opened the phone and pressed the keys to bring up the "dialed calls" list.  At the top, at 12:01 pm, was a call from his phone to "Home".  Now, I really am shaken.  I'm a realist and deal with things somewhat scientifically.  This just wasn't "right" and couldn't be "explained".  Tracy was more calm and just said she was taking it as a sign that Sean was just letting us know he was still around.

 Scientifically, it could NOT happen!  But, I do know it did happen and I am more accepting now that some days have passed.  I even took pictures of the Caller ID screen on several of the home phones and a picture of the "Dialed Calls" screen on the cell phone.

 It was what it was - a "Whisper of Love".

Story two:

 About a month ago, I was working at my computer in another office in my home.  I had recently assembled a new, faster, more powerful desktop to compliment my laptop.  That new computer was sitting on a table about 15 feet to the side and behind me.  That computer is one of the more modern with an exotic power saving feature that will idle the computer based on heat, time since last used and power usage.  It had been idle for hours. I was working on my laptop and I use Windows Vista and on the right side of my desktop is a small function that plays pictures of Sean.  Most of the time, I can handle it being there.  That day, it just overwhelmed me and I started crying.  I was crying so hard I just had to stand up and get away from the computer.  So, I turned my back and stepped away from the desk.  I found myself looking at the table with the new desktop.  Suddenly it came to life, the windowed cabinet glowing blue as it started up.  The screen came to life, not in a Windows desktop, but with pictures of Sean playing in a slide show.  Yes, I have pictures of Sean on the computer.  Yes, I have a program that can play them in a slide show.  But, later, when I tried to replicate so I had an explanation; it took four screens to get to it. And, that's with the computer on and running. 

With it in "sleep" mode, it only comes back on with a screen to enter a password.  And, yet, it came up> with> a slide show of his pictures fifteen feet away from where I was standing. Sure, I feel that it was Sean, or maybe God, telling me it was OK to cry. Or, maybe it was a message to tell me that he was OK.  But, it happened and I just accepted it. So, lately, there have been two dramatic "Whispers of Love" and Tracy even got to experience the second with me.  I only wish now that I had the stability to tell him over the phone how much I love him and miss him.  I know I wouldn't hear a voice, but I wish I had enough composure to just take a few minutes and talk to him.  Instead, I hung up and I regret that. But,> it was just a reaction when "there was no one there". 

 Thanks for listening.

Ross McBride, Sean’s Dad

     OUTGOING CALL FROM SEAN'S CELL PHONE

    INCOMING CALL TO MOM AND DAD'S LAND LINE 

 These two stories are clearly an example of modern technology that has been used as an avenue for signs from loved ones whom have died. Boys are notorious for using electrical devices. I have heard many other cell phone, computer, radio, television incidents that support this. As with lights blinking etc. it’s the use of energy sources. Energy does not die in only changes form.

Our kids, our loved ones use what they know that will get our attention that we will recognize as coming from them.  Once we are “aware” of an avenue for spirit to present itself and believe that it is possible they our psyche is open to that reality. We cannot undo knowledge. Our children then have another option, another resource available to them to communicate to us. We have to learn to be aware and not dismiss it as irrational or just a coincidence.

I never received or found any “special moment pennies” until I learned about their possibility, now I find them often. I never had orbs in photos until I was aware of their possibility.  Now I have orbs quite often show up in special moment photos. I have looked at photos 20 years back and have found not one orb. Once  I was aware of them in 2002 I have dozens of photos with orbs showing up.

Years ago we would hear of Poltergeist activity of restless spirits flinging pots and pans around, things falling off shelves, doors slamming, lights going off.  This phenomenon was sensationalized and characterized as scary unhappy spirits haunting those of us left behind.

Those things did happen and they happen now but it is only our loved ones trying to say hi, that they are okay, that they love us. They use what is at their disposal to get our attention. It is the fear of the unknown that frightens us.  We should be embracing their attempts to reach us not run from them. True evil manifests itself in the living not the dead. There are no scary ghosts, only angels seeking hugs. Accept them, call to them, watch for them, and acknowledge them. This is not a Hollywood film or a national inquirer spotlight, this is real phenomenon happening to real people and it’s of a Divine nature and is there for our healing. Embrace it, it can change the whole perception of your grief journey and bring peace to your hearts and you find validation that love truly never dies. This can even deepen your spiritual or religious beliefs.

I reference to Ross’s story and Sean’s cell phone, it seems now that I have hard evidence of this type of phenomenon it then happened to me. I am still dumbfounded by it all. I think Ross’s cell phone incident is a phenomenal one and hard to explain.  Yesterday I heard a call on my cell phone, I had just got home from work and did not want answer it. Later I checked my voicemail to see who had called. The call had left a voice mail but was only about 15 seconds of static and then a definite hang up sound.  I looked to see who had called. It listed Bill G, a new employee of mine at work who called at 3:57 PM.  I thought it odd he did not leave a message so I called him back and asked what he had wanted. He said “I never called you”.  I said yes you did it’s on my phone and a blank message was left at 3:59, I don’t care that you hung up, but what’s up, why did you call?

 He said his phone had been in his pocket closed up and had not used it at all in the past couple hours.  I had him check his phone, and he was speechless to find his phone had called mine at 3:57 PM.  He does not even have my number on speed dial and it was closed up tight in his pocket.

I too have no explanation for this event. The employee of mine whom I just hired is my best friend’s oldest son and he had known my son when they were both kids.  My son Kelly must have used Bill’s phone to contact me, knowing that I would dig into it and figure it out.  Bill was blown away, especially after I told him about Sean’s phone call.  I had never told him about it.  There is no explanation and there does not have to be one, like trying to comprehend that there is no end to the universe, it hurts my  brain to try.  I guess that is what Faith is all about.

Be open, expect miracles, they happen.

Mitch    November 6, 2008