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In this season of goodwill towards men/women/people….it amazes me, after trying to find positives after loss in my life, to go Christmas shopping today and see people swearing, arguing, fighting for parking, yelling at their kids…..

I am just so grateful for the people who know what real loss is and who do their darndest to make this world a better place by showing patience, understanding, acceptance & compassion…..the people who know what REAL issues are!

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(This is in response to The Spirit of Sarah)

I remember this passing and how it affected my daughter at the time as we too grew up in the same community with the same type of background.

I lost my son on September 7, 2010. It was a surprising and tragic death as he was the young age of 20. I thought after all the years of parenting as a single-parent, that we had finally reached the point where my son was a young man and the worry would end. I no longer had to imagine what he might look like as a young man ~ the proof was in front of my eyes. He was 6’2″, filling out to be a handsome young man with sparkling blue eyes. He had a zest for life and a generosity of spirit unmatched by any other person in our acquaintance. He was loyal and open-minded and there are stories of him literally giving the clothes off his back to street people in need.

My son’s death was a shock and in the days leading up to his Celebration of Life, I was in shock, numb and in incredible pain. I didn’t dream until the morning of his service. The dream was vivid. To go back in time…2 years previous my son and I had gone to his first funeral. It was a service in the memory of a young man, older than my son, who had grown up on our rural road and who had passed in his mid-twenties, also tragically. Flash forward to my dream….I dreamed that the mother of the other young man and myself were standing at the end of her driveway on our road. We were standing side by side and looked up to hear geese. There were only two. They were Canadian Geese, flying side-by-side and I instinctively knew they were Brett and my son Rhys. I have not dreamed in the 6 weeks since, but I was troubled by this dream and looked online for some significance. What I found said that the geese represented “safe journey and love of family”. I feel that both of us mothers were being told that the boys were together, they were safe and they loved us.

Well I had to tell my friend about the dream about our sons. She went out that day to her vehicle and found one feather on the windshield of her car. I also told my son’s girlfriend (who he planned to marry) and she went home that day to find a single feather on her pillow.

I don’t know where my son is, but I feel strongly that he sent me a message that day. Because I miss him so much I am greedy and want more, but I have to have faith that he is around us, safe and wanting us to know he loves us and is safe.

I struggle with my head and my heart. My heart tells me he is around us; my head tries to find a logical explanation for the dreams and the signs. I also struggle with knowing my son is safe and his light, his energy and his soul are where they need to be ~ somewhere were we may again be togehter. I think of Rhys every second of every day, every breath and only wish to find peace with the purpose of his life and his passing. I hope with time I may be blessed with that knowledge.

Sara B.

Dear Sara B.

I found a single feather sitting on my floor by my entrance door.

When I saw that you had written this reply, I knew why it had been left for me.

Please forgive an misinterpretations this channeling may contain.

Sara, you asked for the knowledge of your dear som Rhys…  Here it is.

This is my gift to you.  May you find healing in your own time.

“Momma,

I am here.

I am here.

Standing by the wash/night stand.

I am even taller now.

You may not know me to see me but it is me.

Do you feel me tug on your sheets at night?

Do you feel me play with your hair?

Momma, Iam where I need to be –

Beside your right side.

Can you feel my arm across your back?

Can you feel my left hand upon your shoulder?

You always loved my smile.

Momma, I am smiling now!
No more pain and a future to gain.

Momma, please sing to me before bed time.

Things are OK.

We are together now.

But Momma, where is my blue shirt?

I cannot find it anywhere.

I love you Momma.

I love you.

Let me wipe away your tears. R”

I present to you the Auracature drawn duing the writing of this message.

 

Blessings,

 

 

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