Interesting- she’s making too many demands on him and chooses not to respond because he doesn’t know how to do that. I can understand this as Erik puts it into words. I some of us feel that we’ll miss the signals and so we set the boundaries for them.

Steve, I have to confess that for whatever reason you’re one of my favorite posters. I can’t wait for all these good things to float your way and hear about your joy.

I’ve come to think of our asking repeatedly for the same thing or specifying how what we’re asking for like this: it’s like a child asking for a loving parent for something and dictating how it is to be delivered and whining repeatedly till it arrives; especially when the parent has something delightful and better in mind to give the child in response to the request. It really drives parents crazy and shows a lack of trust.

I think it’s confirmed by the Ho’oponopono process. When something is amiss, we’re to say to source, “I love you; I’m sorry; please forgive me; thank you.” It might be that we don’t think we’re at all responsible for the situation we’re addressing, but we do have a part in everything, as We are One and clearly, if we believed we would get the most loving response, we wouldn’t ask again and again.

A couple of weeks ago my guides told me I should address requests to Sananda (whom I hadn’t even heard of!); I should imagine Sananda; send love to “him”; feel love flowing back; address my concern; say thank you, and let it go. I thought, that’s the same as the Ho’oponopono process but instead of addressing Source, I’m addressing Sananda. When I ask who Sananda is, I was told it’s Christ Energy discarnate. I think the bottom line in each scenario is: and let it go! Otherwise, we’re demonstrating that we don’t trust Source.

As a grandmother, I get so frustrated with my grandson when he asks his mother or I for something, and we say yes, and he continues to whine or throw a tantrum as though we said no.

My (deceased) parents appear to communicate with pennies….loads of them. Not just to me, but to many members of our extended family. This has been going on for almost 3 years, ever since just before my Mother passed away (2008). My Dad died in 1993. My Father had Alzheimers and in the later stages of the disease, he carried his coins around with him in a plastic bag. Often we had to search to locate where he’d hidden (and forgotten) his coins. He became quite obsessed with them. As families do, we joked about Grandpa’s pennies.
Suddenly, while my Mother was dying–about two days before, pennies began to appear. My daughter was the first to notice them as they began appearing in the room where my Mother lay dying. Three pennies, in various locations in the room (on the floor), were where nothing was just moments before. My Mom lived in an assisted living residence and had hospice care the last week of her life. (It was a small room and she lived alone in that room, going to the dining room for her meals before she became unable to do so.) But, my two daughters and I stayed with her during most of the daytime the last 3 days or so of her life. Interestingly, Mother had insisted I remove everything from her room–lamps, pictures, everything, and so I did. This was before she passed. She wanted things ‘in order’ and so when she did die, her room was very sparse. There was no one else in the room other than a sitter we had hired and my two daughters and me. During that time, my father–or someone like him–wandered the halls, talking with at least one resident who lived on the floor above my Mother. He told the man that my mother had died. There was no way for the man to have known that (the staff never discussed other residents and she was ill for only a short time). In addition, the man found himself in the hallway, standing alone. He could not walk without a walker, yet he found himself standing there outside of his room, no walker, had no idea how he’d gotten there,and asked an employee (as she came to help him), “Am I dreaming or am I awake? Someone just came by and told me that XXX has passed.” (As far as we knew, she had not passed at that moment–but her physical body died about two hours later. Perhaps her soul had passed at that time, very possible.) Remember, my Father was deceased for many years prior to my mother dying.
Pennies continued to appear, not to me, but to others. An uncle found one in the pocket of his freshly-ironed (by his wife!) shirt when they arrived to attend Mother’s graveside service; they continued to find them often.
I have kept a journal about the pennies appearing–some of the pennies stories are unbelievable. For example, my pregnant granddaughter awoke one morning to find a penny on her stomach. She was not married and slept alone in her room. Another morning, she looked out the upstairs window to see a penny on top of her car. My husband found one on top of the mailbox of our recently deceased neighbor–he left it there, but could not understand why ‘someone’ put a penny on top of the outside mailbox. My other daughter finds them as a matter of routine–not just a few, hundreds (no exaggeration–she keeps them and there ARE hundreds) of them. Just this week she found one, gave it to a man she didn’t know well saying, “I think you are supposed to have this.” (She had the feeling the penny was for him from ‘some woman.’) His sister-in-law had died two days before in a car accident and he knew IMMEDIATELY who it was from and why. He said she’d appeared to him the night before in his bedroom asking him to take care of his brother. My daughter knew nothing of the accident when she approached the man to give him the penny.
Neither my parents or I are/were particularly religious. We were not particularly ‘close’ but my Mother was very interested in her family’s comings and goings–especially her siblings (she had 9). My spouse is an extreme skeptic, yet he, too, has found pennies when he least expected it–and once in a locked locker underneath his gym bag after he was CERTAIN there was nothing there.
It would be just like my folks to select pennies–my Dad was a musician and one of his favorite tunes was, “Pennies from Heaven.” While I realize the phrase is very trite, there must be something to it.
By the way, my Mother was 98 when she died and my Father was 84.
Yes, there may well be an explanation for some of these pennies showing up, but there are so many of them it defies logic.
I have no doubt that we DO get messages from our loved ones who have passed into the next realm. Sometimes, after so many rather obvious ‘messages’ my family just takes it as a ‘matter of course’–”There’s Grandpa again!”
I read each of your daily entries first thing every morning. My sympathies go to you and your family in your loss and I think you are extremely brave to bring comfort to others in this manner. Erik did, I believe, ‘check in on me’ early-on and I posted that I thought he did. He doesn’t come by here as he is needed elsewhere and I seem to have my own set of guardians and guides checking in on me.
I hope this recounting helps someone to know that our loved ones are, indeed, with us.

Skoshi,
No I don’t know what the Shift is, although I have heard the terms a lot lately. Please share : )

Debbie B.,

I did a course with a channel, Eva Gregory, earlier this year. She had a similar experience when she was fully awake in her home office. While sitting at her computer, she caught her reflection in a mirror. What she saw was her “physical form” appearing to melt like a candle before her very eyes. When she asked her Guides about this, they told her that it was to remind her that our “physical reality” isn’t real as we are energy beings inhabiting a vessel (the human form). I have no idea what the message was for you, but just know that you saw your true self in energy form. How AWESOME!!!

S.