He looked just like an angel should. Glowing, an aura of white and those eyes. His soul was definitely radiating that morning. A vision I will never forget. I hope I look that good when I transition. 🪶💞🕸️ Much love dear friend
Mine too! The path forward has always been a little lonely without him to share it with. Thank you, my beautiful friend. As they say, as one door closes, another one opens. That goes for soul mates, too. You are a treasured gift that walked through that closed door - just when I needed you most. Nothing is by chance. 💞🪶
Love and loss can hit us all so hard. But it’s so beautiful to know that you have this undying connection with your loved ones. It’s definitely a comfort to us all. ❤️
Dani, this moved me beyond words. The love you carry for your father, your grandmother, and Emmanuel shines through every line.
The way you speak of presence, of being visited and held across realms, feels so familiar and true. I felt both the ache and the wonder at once, the unmistakable touch of spirit that cannot be explained but lands with certainty in the heart.
Thank you for sharing this story with such honesty and grace. I will be thinking of Emmanuel whenever I see an eagle in flight. What a gift he gave you in that early morning light.
Good morning, Sunshine! ☀️ Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm sure the emotions of pain, loss, and intense longing resonate with many. That is why our hearts are the centre of the universe. It is the core of life, literally and medically. Always connected, we never really lose our loved ones. We never disconnect - it's just a matter of divine timing for all of us. We all have different timetables. When we arrive (birth), deciding which fork in the road of life we choose? I believe it's already mapped out for us prior to our arrival. Whether we are sent on multiple journeys of learning, of experience, of wonder and of pain, or whether our time is an early departure, possibly because we've done it all before and our work here is done. The 'Angel of Death' is nothing to be scared of. Death is also an angel; a presence, a spirit - it's just His heavenly job to chaperone. Not to harm. It's only a matter of time before we all reconnect again. No doubt. I cannot wait for that moment. As I mentioned, I somehow seem stuck between two worlds here. I think I'm a messenger without a mailbox. Ha.
It should be easy to spot Emmanuel over the next few nights with the full moon so bright. His wings can illuminate any darkness.
I can hear the cockatoos screeching outside - they go crazy when my eagle is about to appear overhead. Emmanuel must know we are speaking of him.
Love to you, dear friend. Thank you for your beautiful words. I hold them in my heart also🪶💞
Your words settle in the heart like soft light, Dani. There’s such a quiet knowing in what you shared, this sense that love continues, just beyond the veil, waiting in its own time.
A messenger without a mailbox—what a line. It lingers, like wings just overhead.
Thank you for your presence and your stories. I’m so grateful our paths met in this space between worlds.
I am also grateful our paths have met in this space. I think perhaps there was a reason I was 'chaperoned' here. I seem to have found myself and my 'family', that I have so long been pining for in this Earthly world. Stuck between two worlds, I am. Curious, no, that I should find peace and contentment within this 'space', this other world in another sphere other than space beyond the moon and the stars, yet a 'space' created by man for us of like minds to connect? An invisible world where I feel I somehow belong. A digital realm of interconnected spaces, disconnected from the reality we live outside our back doors. A realm where I thought I would never land. But here we are. And I'm so glad our paths have crossed.
I should share with you, as I saw your message come through this morning, speaking of connections, another curious thing happened.
I saw your name, 'Sunshine', appear and instantly, my father came through and reminded me of something.
When I was a child, my dad would sit me on his knee and sing for me with his ukulele. He was a drummer and singer in a band all his life. It was our special time together. The song he called mine, and sang to me often was, 'You Are My Sunshine'. And it instantly brought tears to my eyes. I relived sitting on his knee as he sang that song to me. And then he said as I opened your message, 'You are here (in this Substack realm) for a reason. These connections are meant to be. Sunshine will bring light to your life, but remind you that I am always here'.
I know he wanted me to pass this message on to you. We are not disconnected by miles or continents, we are connected in love - which has no boundaries.
Oh Dani… I’m holding this message so gently. Thank you for trusting me with something so sacred.
Hearing about your father singing “You Are My Sunshine” to you, and the way that memory arrived through this moment, brought tears to my eyes. It feels like such a blessing and such a quiet affirmation of how love continues to weave itself through time, space, and unexpected pathways.
I, too, feel that there was a reason I was led into this space, and into connection with souls like yours. Finding kinship, warmth, and recognition here has been such a gift.
Please thank your beautiful dad for me. I receive that message with my whole heart. And I’m grateful beyond words that our paths crossed in this realm, in this season, in this way.
Beautiful story, Dani! I do believe I have certain spirit guides, like my grandmother who sends me cardinals and my stepfather whose voice I heard on the labyrinth path after what I felt was a very long silence. Someone visited me years ago one night. Maybe an Angel. Maybe my grandmother. I wrote a story about it. :0)
Hello dear Karen. I'm positive we all have guides, guardians, loved ones who never want to leave us as much as we want them to go, and other loved ones with wings. I would love to hear the story about your 'visitor'. I love being within the magic. We are all family, dear friend. You must contact me via my email. 💞🪶 Thank you, as always, for your kind words.
Ohhhh those visits! A reassurance from the Beyond..a grandmother's loving caress and a friend who came to you so you would know he was okay before you heard the harsh news of his death....a friend named Emmanuel...which in Scripture means "God with us".....never alone dear friend..... thank you for sharing this! I am so sorry you never got a chance to say good bye to your dad......and glad that he visits you now in the land of dreaming and Mystery..... I would love to share the story of my grandmother's visit from beyond...you have reminded me of that...but I will save that for another time.....
Thank you, my friend. Yes, it's torture not being given the right to share your only parents' last hours on earth, to hold them, to just be with them, to say I love you one more time. That pain will never heal. I cannot fathom how someone else has the right to make such a decision for you, not with you. Not a word was said. My mother passed away when I was five months old, so Dad was my only parent. My hero. I guess not being able to hold him in his last hours, to say goodbye, had us never disconnect from this reality. I can still see him looking back at me, the last time I saw him, on his 92nd birthday, two days before he passed. I could see in his eyes that something was not right. His eyes said so much, but he said so little. And the photos I took that day, his last birthday, for some strange reason, I took a picture of his bed. On looking at the photo later, a huge silver orb was hovering above his pillow. I knew then that Mum was waiting to collect him. I just didn't know it would be so soon. At least she tried to tell me. So, therefore, he is still with me.
The same scenario occurred with my grandmother. She became 'mum' when my own mum, her daughter, passed so young. They never told me my grandmother had died till twelve hours later. I was devastated. It seems to be a thread in my life of this type of disconnection occurring. Why? I have no idea. Maybe the Universe already knows I'm aware that we never disconnect anyway - they are always with us, disregarding which dimension we live in. But not to be there for all three of them, my own mother (though I was five months and wouldn't remember), my grandmother and dad. And curiously, out of those three, my own mother has never come to visit me from the other side. Other than one occasion, when she was with dad after he passed to tell me that they had found each other again. I've relayed stories of both mum, and my grandmother here on my Substack posts. So, it's true, dear friend - we are never alone.
I would love to hear your story of your grandmother's visit. I will remind you .... 💞🪶D
You are right..no one should have the right to take that away from you. The biggest betrayals often come from people who thought they were helping...rather than letting us decide what feels right. And the pain never fully leaves.... for me, it informs how I decide to be with others.....so they don't have to endure things i have had to. I love that you saw the orb over his bed! I love the way the Beyond finds ways to communicate with us and reassure us... I am sending you a hug.... My story of my grandmother will likely make you laugh.... I was in my early 20's and I had lived with my grandparents to be there for them while my grandmother was dying of liver cancer. I stayed on after she died because my grandfather was so sad and alone (although I think he cared more for me than I did for him). My grandfather decided to die while i was picking up some books from home because I had mid terms. The doctor called me and said, "Are you the grandaughter of Raymond?" I said, "Yes." and he said, "Well, he is dead. When can you get here to view the body. We need the bed." I told that doctor that he needed to rethink his profession. I am not afraid to tell the truth to people with big egos and no manners. On the night grandpa died, when I returned from the hospital to the empty house, I decided to sleep in their bed. And sometime in the night, I saw my grandmother hovering in a white nightgown at the bedroom door. She looked soft and so beautiful.... she began to cry and was holding her right side. she said it hurt. That confused me. I was young and unfiltered..so I asked her, "How can it hurt when you are dead?" She suddenly grew fierce....the whole nature of her face changed...and she swooped down to me and threw me on the floor. I told her I was sorry for hurting her feelings but please not to visit anymore. I hope that makes you laugh.... I do not feel a shred of guilt...somehow it makes my relationship with her stronger and more real..... so its okay for you to laugh.
OMG! First of all, I cannot believe that doctor spoke to you in that manner. How insensitive and cruel. I hope he took your advice to choose another profession. Wow. I worked in a palliative care hospital for 29 years. The first and only priority was our patients, their comfort, care and dignity. Their families, friends and loved ones were always treated with compassion and love and followed up long after their loved ones had died. Their emotions and welfare were also a priority. Our hospital was a second home for all of us who worked there, and if we ever treated anyone like that, the door was the only option. I'm horrified you were treated like that, and it makes me wonder what care your grandfather actually received. So sorry you had to go through that. But your grandmother! I laughed and loved that you asked her, "How can it hurt when you are dead?" Hysterical and logical at the same time! Did you have a good relationship with her? Maybe she was testing your love for her, and when you questioned her, she obviously wasn't happy. Were you scared when she swooped? No, you shouldn't feel guilty, my friend. I think you brave and open to the universe to question such things - even your grandmother. And perhaps your strength in that moment made her realise something that possibly she never saw in you in her waking life. Perhaps she was attempting to hold something over you, that perhaps she did in earth time, that in spirit time, she cannot do anymore? And now that you have shown your strength, she can happily move on.
Well done you, I say! Thank you so much for sharing. Loved it. There are some cooky stories I could share as well - not all is as it seems. And yes, it certainly is ok to laugh. Thank you x🕸️💞🪶
Oh you are so kind my friend. It was a joy to go to work every day. It wasn't work; it was where I felt I belonged and made a difference somehow. So many treasured friends, colleagues, and our beautiful patients made every day a joy. 💞🪶x
I am glad I could give you some laughter!!! It is a healing balm in these times for sure! And...I was more surprised than scared when my grandmother swooped. The change in her face was scarier than what she actually did (think Sméagol and Gollum). I got the feeling that she went back to the Beyond with a bit of a chip on her shoulder. But I gained some greater insight into her life here.... I don't think she ever felt that anyone fully recognized the sacrifices she made to care for others in her family of origin--she always did so much in very quiet ways that others often failed to notice. She was possibly looking for some empathy about that....and the pain in her right side was more symbolic than actual (though she did have liver cancer)...I think the liver is associated with anger in some systems....she was maybe working through her residual anger--and wanted me to commiserate in justifying it... and I missed the message somehow until now. I will have a talk with her tonight, for sure..so she feels seen and heard. I love your stories..and would love to hear some of those "cooky" ones for sure! ✨💛✨ 💕
All makes sense. Perhaps she was looking for justification somehow. The residual frustration was probably many decades in the making. Perhaps you lying in her bed that night, in her space, gave her the power to finally speak up or let her feelings knows. Gollum! eeek. More than a bit scary. I'm sure she will find her peace sooner or later. I'm sure she's aware of how much she meant to you. Big hug sister. x💞🪶
That it did, dear Asuka. 🪶💞 Hoping the full moon is glowing bright in your world tonight. I must look up to see if Emmanuel flies by. His aura can light the darkest night. 🦅🌏🌕
how beautiful for Emmanuel to visit and say farewell.
He looked just like an angel should. Glowing, an aura of white and those eyes. His soul was definitely radiating that morning. A vision I will never forget. I hope I look that good when I transition. 🪶💞🕸️ Much love dear friend
One of my favourites! 🤍🪽
Mine too! The path forward has always been a little lonely without him to share it with. Thank you, my beautiful friend. As they say, as one door closes, another one opens. That goes for soul mates, too. You are a treasured gift that walked through that closed door - just when I needed you most. Nothing is by chance. 💞🪶
Ohhhh, deeply honoured, and so grateful our paths crossed. 🤍🙏🏻xx
Oh this is enchanting. I just posted about the Northern Cardinal being an angelic visitor here in MN. I love your writing!
Love and loss can hit us all so hard. But it’s so beautiful to know that you have this undying connection with your loved ones. It’s definitely a comfort to us all. ❤️
Dani, this moved me beyond words. The love you carry for your father, your grandmother, and Emmanuel shines through every line.
The way you speak of presence, of being visited and held across realms, feels so familiar and true. I felt both the ache and the wonder at once, the unmistakable touch of spirit that cannot be explained but lands with certainty in the heart.
Thank you for sharing this story with such honesty and grace. I will be thinking of Emmanuel whenever I see an eagle in flight. What a gift he gave you in that early morning light.
Good morning, Sunshine! ☀️ Thank you so much for your kind words. I'm sure the emotions of pain, loss, and intense longing resonate with many. That is why our hearts are the centre of the universe. It is the core of life, literally and medically. Always connected, we never really lose our loved ones. We never disconnect - it's just a matter of divine timing for all of us. We all have different timetables. When we arrive (birth), deciding which fork in the road of life we choose? I believe it's already mapped out for us prior to our arrival. Whether we are sent on multiple journeys of learning, of experience, of wonder and of pain, or whether our time is an early departure, possibly because we've done it all before and our work here is done. The 'Angel of Death' is nothing to be scared of. Death is also an angel; a presence, a spirit - it's just His heavenly job to chaperone. Not to harm. It's only a matter of time before we all reconnect again. No doubt. I cannot wait for that moment. As I mentioned, I somehow seem stuck between two worlds here. I think I'm a messenger without a mailbox. Ha.
It should be easy to spot Emmanuel over the next few nights with the full moon so bright. His wings can illuminate any darkness.
I can hear the cockatoos screeching outside - they go crazy when my eagle is about to appear overhead. Emmanuel must know we are speaking of him.
Love to you, dear friend. Thank you for your beautiful words. I hold them in my heart also🪶💞
Your words settle in the heart like soft light, Dani. There’s such a quiet knowing in what you shared, this sense that love continues, just beyond the veil, waiting in its own time.
A messenger without a mailbox—what a line. It lingers, like wings just overhead.
Thank you for your presence and your stories. I’m so grateful our paths met in this space between worlds.
I am also grateful our paths have met in this space. I think perhaps there was a reason I was 'chaperoned' here. I seem to have found myself and my 'family', that I have so long been pining for in this Earthly world. Stuck between two worlds, I am. Curious, no, that I should find peace and contentment within this 'space', this other world in another sphere other than space beyond the moon and the stars, yet a 'space' created by man for us of like minds to connect? An invisible world where I feel I somehow belong. A digital realm of interconnected spaces, disconnected from the reality we live outside our back doors. A realm where I thought I would never land. But here we are. And I'm so glad our paths have crossed.
I should share with you, as I saw your message come through this morning, speaking of connections, another curious thing happened.
I saw your name, 'Sunshine', appear and instantly, my father came through and reminded me of something.
When I was a child, my dad would sit me on his knee and sing for me with his ukulele. He was a drummer and singer in a band all his life. It was our special time together. The song he called mine, and sang to me often was, 'You Are My Sunshine'. And it instantly brought tears to my eyes. I relived sitting on his knee as he sang that song to me. And then he said as I opened your message, 'You are here (in this Substack realm) for a reason. These connections are meant to be. Sunshine will bring light to your life, but remind you that I am always here'.
I know he wanted me to pass this message on to you. We are not disconnected by miles or continents, we are connected in love - which has no boundaries.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away"
- with love from me and dad. 🪶💞🕸️
Oh Dani… I’m holding this message so gently. Thank you for trusting me with something so sacred.
Hearing about your father singing “You Are My Sunshine” to you, and the way that memory arrived through this moment, brought tears to my eyes. It feels like such a blessing and such a quiet affirmation of how love continues to weave itself through time, space, and unexpected pathways.
I, too, feel that there was a reason I was led into this space, and into connection with souls like yours. Finding kinship, warmth, and recognition here has been such a gift.
Please thank your beautiful dad for me. I receive that message with my whole heart. And I’m grateful beyond words that our paths crossed in this realm, in this season, in this way.
With so much love,
Sunshine ☀️🕊️
Your message delivered, dear Sunshine. Message received. Heaven's mailbox found! 😊💞🪶
Beautiful story, Dani! I do believe I have certain spirit guides, like my grandmother who sends me cardinals and my stepfather whose voice I heard on the labyrinth path after what I felt was a very long silence. Someone visited me years ago one night. Maybe an Angel. Maybe my grandmother. I wrote a story about it. :0)
Hello dear Karen. I'm positive we all have guides, guardians, loved ones who never want to leave us as much as we want them to go, and other loved ones with wings. I would love to hear the story about your 'visitor'. I love being within the magic. We are all family, dear friend. You must contact me via my email. 💞🪶 Thank you, as always, for your kind words.
Ohhhh those visits! A reassurance from the Beyond..a grandmother's loving caress and a friend who came to you so you would know he was okay before you heard the harsh news of his death....a friend named Emmanuel...which in Scripture means "God with us".....never alone dear friend..... thank you for sharing this! I am so sorry you never got a chance to say good bye to your dad......and glad that he visits you now in the land of dreaming and Mystery..... I would love to share the story of my grandmother's visit from beyond...you have reminded me of that...but I will save that for another time.....
Thank you, my friend. Yes, it's torture not being given the right to share your only parents' last hours on earth, to hold them, to just be with them, to say I love you one more time. That pain will never heal. I cannot fathom how someone else has the right to make such a decision for you, not with you. Not a word was said. My mother passed away when I was five months old, so Dad was my only parent. My hero. I guess not being able to hold him in his last hours, to say goodbye, had us never disconnect from this reality. I can still see him looking back at me, the last time I saw him, on his 92nd birthday, two days before he passed. I could see in his eyes that something was not right. His eyes said so much, but he said so little. And the photos I took that day, his last birthday, for some strange reason, I took a picture of his bed. On looking at the photo later, a huge silver orb was hovering above his pillow. I knew then that Mum was waiting to collect him. I just didn't know it would be so soon. At least she tried to tell me. So, therefore, he is still with me.
The same scenario occurred with my grandmother. She became 'mum' when my own mum, her daughter, passed so young. They never told me my grandmother had died till twelve hours later. I was devastated. It seems to be a thread in my life of this type of disconnection occurring. Why? I have no idea. Maybe the Universe already knows I'm aware that we never disconnect anyway - they are always with us, disregarding which dimension we live in. But not to be there for all three of them, my own mother (though I was five months and wouldn't remember), my grandmother and dad. And curiously, out of those three, my own mother has never come to visit me from the other side. Other than one occasion, when she was with dad after he passed to tell me that they had found each other again. I've relayed stories of both mum, and my grandmother here on my Substack posts. So, it's true, dear friend - we are never alone.
I would love to hear your story of your grandmother's visit. I will remind you .... 💞🪶D
You are right..no one should have the right to take that away from you. The biggest betrayals often come from people who thought they were helping...rather than letting us decide what feels right. And the pain never fully leaves.... for me, it informs how I decide to be with others.....so they don't have to endure things i have had to. I love that you saw the orb over his bed! I love the way the Beyond finds ways to communicate with us and reassure us... I am sending you a hug.... My story of my grandmother will likely make you laugh.... I was in my early 20's and I had lived with my grandparents to be there for them while my grandmother was dying of liver cancer. I stayed on after she died because my grandfather was so sad and alone (although I think he cared more for me than I did for him). My grandfather decided to die while i was picking up some books from home because I had mid terms. The doctor called me and said, "Are you the grandaughter of Raymond?" I said, "Yes." and he said, "Well, he is dead. When can you get here to view the body. We need the bed." I told that doctor that he needed to rethink his profession. I am not afraid to tell the truth to people with big egos and no manners. On the night grandpa died, when I returned from the hospital to the empty house, I decided to sleep in their bed. And sometime in the night, I saw my grandmother hovering in a white nightgown at the bedroom door. She looked soft and so beautiful.... she began to cry and was holding her right side. she said it hurt. That confused me. I was young and unfiltered..so I asked her, "How can it hurt when you are dead?" She suddenly grew fierce....the whole nature of her face changed...and she swooped down to me and threw me on the floor. I told her I was sorry for hurting her feelings but please not to visit anymore. I hope that makes you laugh.... I do not feel a shred of guilt...somehow it makes my relationship with her stronger and more real..... so its okay for you to laugh.
OMG! First of all, I cannot believe that doctor spoke to you in that manner. How insensitive and cruel. I hope he took your advice to choose another profession. Wow. I worked in a palliative care hospital for 29 years. The first and only priority was our patients, their comfort, care and dignity. Their families, friends and loved ones were always treated with compassion and love and followed up long after their loved ones had died. Their emotions and welfare were also a priority. Our hospital was a second home for all of us who worked there, and if we ever treated anyone like that, the door was the only option. I'm horrified you were treated like that, and it makes me wonder what care your grandfather actually received. So sorry you had to go through that. But your grandmother! I laughed and loved that you asked her, "How can it hurt when you are dead?" Hysterical and logical at the same time! Did you have a good relationship with her? Maybe she was testing your love for her, and when you questioned her, she obviously wasn't happy. Were you scared when she swooped? No, you shouldn't feel guilty, my friend. I think you brave and open to the universe to question such things - even your grandmother. And perhaps your strength in that moment made her realise something that possibly she never saw in you in her waking life. Perhaps she was attempting to hold something over you, that perhaps she did in earth time, that in spirit time, she cannot do anymore? And now that you have shown your strength, she can happily move on.
Well done you, I say! Thank you so much for sharing. Loved it. There are some cooky stories I could share as well - not all is as it seems. And yes, it certainly is ok to laugh. Thank you x🕸️💞🪶
PS: I love that you worked in Palliative Care! You must have been a blessing for so many!
Oh you are so kind my friend. It was a joy to go to work every day. It wasn't work; it was where I felt I belonged and made a difference somehow. So many treasured friends, colleagues, and our beautiful patients made every day a joy. 💞🪶x
I am glad I could give you some laughter!!! It is a healing balm in these times for sure! And...I was more surprised than scared when my grandmother swooped. The change in her face was scarier than what she actually did (think Sméagol and Gollum). I got the feeling that she went back to the Beyond with a bit of a chip on her shoulder. But I gained some greater insight into her life here.... I don't think she ever felt that anyone fully recognized the sacrifices she made to care for others in her family of origin--she always did so much in very quiet ways that others often failed to notice. She was possibly looking for some empathy about that....and the pain in her right side was more symbolic than actual (though she did have liver cancer)...I think the liver is associated with anger in some systems....she was maybe working through her residual anger--and wanted me to commiserate in justifying it... and I missed the message somehow until now. I will have a talk with her tonight, for sure..so she feels seen and heard. I love your stories..and would love to hear some of those "cooky" ones for sure! ✨💛✨ 💕
All makes sense. Perhaps she was looking for justification somehow. The residual frustration was probably many decades in the making. Perhaps you lying in her bed that night, in her space, gave her the power to finally speak up or let her feelings knows. Gollum! eeek. More than a bit scary. I'm sure she will find her peace sooner or later. I'm sure she's aware of how much she meant to you. Big hug sister. x💞🪶
Oof, “I’m OK now, don’t worry” made my throat tighten. I had to pause, just sitting there a sec. That kind of goodbye lands quiet and heavy...
That it did, dear Asuka. 🪶💞 Hoping the full moon is glowing bright in your world tonight. I must look up to see if Emmanuel flies by. His aura can light the darkest night. 🦅🌏🌕