An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.
–Chinese proverb
Before I share with you a few incidences of unusual connection—of threads that continued or appeared in a way our human brains might question–I feel the need to reassure you that I am so very grounded. While I admit to believing in the power of energy, prayer, meditation—I also pay my taxes, eat meat, mow the lawn. A boss once described me as “hopelessly Midwestern.” But he smiled when he said it. I stand for decency, honesty, solidity. Just don’t tell me my soul can’t take flight every now and then.
I believe many grounded people have stories of connection that go beyond the usual realm of human activity. I am far from unique. And mine are spaced quite a few years apart. If I am able to establish a strong connection with the Divine, it seems I need to work on my receptivity if I want it to happen more frequently. And I do. Oh, I surely do.
Just a regular chat with Nana
My Nana died when I was in my early twenties. I lived in Chicago and had just experienced a major heartbreak. I missed her solidly. But, as usual, she took care of things. She came to me in dreams that were far from my regular dream quality. No, these were different—and I can’t explain how. But she chatted with me, advised me, reassured me—all the things she would have done in the flesh. After a few of these dreams, she told me she could not come back to see me because she had to “move on to the next level.” I did not know what that meant at the time, but now I take it to mean her soul energy was progressing.
An early morning reminder
As I struggled during this same period in my life to deal with heartbreak, loneliness, finding my way in the world, I was sent a reminder. It, too, was in the form of a dream—but it also had no normal dream-like qualities to it. A voice—and I say “voice” hesitantly because while the words were strongly put in my mind, I did not “hear” them per se—said to me: “This is to remind you of who you are, where you came from and how much you are loved.”
As those words came to me, I felt a flood of unconditional love that I had never felt before nor have I felt since. It was an amazing feeling I’ve often wished I could recreate on demand. I think it was another message from the Divine, reminding me that this, too, would pass. And of course it did.
A command
During the year after my mother died, I feel she tried to reach me in a million ways. Not to shower love—that was not my mother’s way—but to warn me. Crazy times were ahead and I was blind to them as I grieved her and tried to deal with my father’s upcoming death. As I sat in the bath one evening, a voice “spoke” to me. Very clearly, it said, “Leave him.” I knew the “him” was my husband at the time. But the rest of the message made no sense. Until it did. If only I had heeded it sooner, I could have saved myself so much of the pain that eventually came my way.
A peek into someone else’s life
I recently attended a seminar given by Dr. Brian Weiss, a past lives expert. (Yes, there were plenty of other meat-eating, tax paying individuals there.) He asked us to partner with someone we did not know, hold something they had been wearing, and just be open to what came to us in a few minutes of silence.
I was sitting next to a twenty-something woman, so she and I exchanged jewelry. As I held hers in my hand, I closed my eyes and just allowed images and sensations to come to me. At first, nothing came. And I kept thinking how foolish I was going to feel either way–if nothing came to me or if something came to me.
Surprisingly, when we shared, I had picked up on many things—none of them seeming related in my mind, but very much related in her life. The horses, the older man in a white coat, the trip to London with a younger man, the feeling that it was hard to breathe, the table set for a literal feast in India. It seemed that with just a bit of effort on a Saturday afternoon, I had tapped into someone else’s reality. Many other pairings in the room yielded similarly surprising, needle-point accuracy. Dr. Weiss’ takeaway message was that we are all incredibly connected on a daily basis—we just don’t stop long enough to take in each other’s energy and feel the connection.
Tugging on that thread
How to tie these threads together, right? First, I should confess—connection has been on my mind because my coworker with cancer has announced she will no longer work as of the end of the month. I am already feeling bereft and hardly able to explain it. We no longer chat daily, but knowing Tersea is in the world makes me feel a kindred spirit is out there. Knowing she will be taking on a different form, moving in a different divine circle where I will not be able to communicate with her, leaves me trying to find incidences of connection that go beyond the human realm.
Those invisible threads that lead us to each other in human form and beyond—I believe in those. I believe we all have the capacity to do much more with those threads than we do.
And I believe I will be moving less gingerly in the future, knowing my human fumbling cannot break those threads. Perhaps when Tersea passes on, I will tug a few times in the hopes she comes to have a few more conversations. The older I get, the less strange that seems . . .
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I love the sense of connectedness and love with tender threads stretched across time and space. Like friends who are kindred spirits. I have seen a sight my father may or may not have sent to my youngest daughter and me. I have heard for years, every Spring songs of a cardinal sent as a winged messenger from my Grandfather. Blessings which have comforted me over and over again. Your invisible threads sound so special and Divine. 🕊 ✨
Oh, I Love that you see those signs. I think so many times we are too busy to even notice. I’m glad you have them. I am sure it is a comfort!
I was so glad you opened your personal experiences, too. It helped me to feel I wasn’t strange or “out there!” 😊
I certainly believe in these kind of connections Kristine – in my view we’re all connected at a basic level of energy so from that perspective it’s only natural.
That’s how I view it also, Andrea. But amazing to me that so many people feel this is highly unusual. I really do think it’s something we’ll evolve into knowing in a much more concrete way.
What you share so beautifully, I believe is available to us all Kristine. I had the most precious dreams of my son when he died and was overwhelmed with this love and connection. Your experiences are important to share and I think we have the ability to connect deeply on so many levels! Which is so amazing 💚💕
Oh, I’m glad you have those to treasure. I am sure it is us in our thick human bodies that can’t perceive the communication/linkages. I am sure it’s there. Perhaps we’ll evolve on into that . . .
Yeah but you eat meat 🙂 Love the post and the comments. There is way more out there than we truly understand. Though I’ve had no personal experiences, connections, dreams such as you describe I am certain that they exist for many. OK, some may be as a result of the unfathomable mind playing little tricks, but they are no less real for that. Just as I touch on Ireland’s good folk or fairies, connecting with humans in a couple of my books, one doesn’t need to have had personal experiences to recognise them in others. Lovely post and you’ve touched a lot of people with it Kristine.
Bacon with breakfast this morning :-). I’m with you, Roy. I think we do have a sixth sense and probably some other bits that we have not quite evolved into. Except, some of us are ahead of the curve :-).
This post touched me. I believe in everything you said. I just don’t know how it all fits together…what is real and what is what ia want to be real. Thanks for a mind exploring post!
And thank you for your thoughtful commentary:). Here’s to mysteries unraveling!
I’ve been working on a post about a specific visitation dream (I, too, am grounded – often too grounded for my own good.) I have so much to say about this post, but I’m grasping for language. Just know it resonated deeply. Thank you.
I’m glad it touched you! And can’t wait to read about that dream . . .
If only, being connected to feelings, images, and thoughts from the unseen world, wasn’t construed as odd or unusual, or something we feel the need to defend or explain. In some cultures it’s very much the norm. The age of rationalism did a lot of things for the world, and one of the not so great things has been cutting us off from our own higher guidance and wisdom. It brought a ton of fear to the world in terms of the ultimate fear- of death. Can you imagine a world where instead of grieving the loss of loved ones miring us down, we can adjust to having a relationship with them in a new and different way? Knowing that they still very much exist, and knowing that they are merely a thought away. The more I open up and trust, the stronger my connection to my own higher wisdom and spirit. If/when your coworker passes on, just sit quietly, and say hi. I bet you’ll connect in all sorts of ways: feelings, thoughts, pictures. Trust all of it.
Oh, that sounds like a far saner world than the one we live in–where we are given a day or two of bereavement leave and then expected to perform as usual. I actually thought, as I wrote the post intro, that in some areas of the world I would not have to explain myself so much. I talked to Tersea (my coworker) today, most likely for the last time voice to voice. She has found today needs to be her last day. Despite my tears, I do believe she will give me a sign or two from the other side. At least I hope so. Thanks for the thoughtful commentary!
My heart is with you both. My best friend lost her father-in-law yesterday. When I tuned into him, I felt his freedom. Like he was flying around, free from the burden of his body.
I so believe that:). Imagine our soul energy, unbounded by dense physical matter. What a wonderful feeling that must be.
My father-in-law visited my wife after he died. He would become a presence in her mind, read her thoughts and comment on things going on in her life. This faded away after a year had passed. But before he moved on he impatiently told her once (when he caught her crying for him) that he had been coming to visit her to reassure her that he still existed and that everything was fine.
Oh, that makes me smile. They say, on the other side, that the time span before you see your loved ones again seems only an instant. It’s only to us here that it can seem an eternity. I do believe they try to give us signs. We just don’t always pick up on them!
Hi there!
This is going to sound so strange. I am the woman you met at the seminar! You mentioned the name of your blog when we had lunch and I had looked it up. I saved the link to favorites but subscribed only 2 days ago (on Jan 9th) and this is the very first email notification I received. Talk about connections and coincidences!
PS: I believe I saw you playing with a dog, around a fountain and a whole lot of written material/papers when I held your bangle.
Hope you’re doing well!
Shruthi! So nice to hear from you:). And such kismet that you just happened to subscribe as I publish a blog post that included our encounter! The Universe is smiling as it sets all of this up, no? I hope all is well and that your plans are taking shape!
I love the phrase “hopelessly Midwestern” almost as much as I adore the Chinese proverb you used to tether your experiences to a greater awareness of and appreciation for those hard to explain leaps of faith. Beautifully done.
Thank you, Marie! I took it as a great compliment at the time, as it was said with affection:).
I lIked this post. I think we do make connections once in awhile that come to us if we’re open. I pay taxes, too, but red meat is off my menu, sadly.
I think the key words there are “if we are open.” And if the energy gurus are to be believed, your lack of red meat actually should make you more receptive :-).
Well and courageously expressed. I have also had those experiences. Only after I compiled my earlier written memoirs into the draft of my first book, A Good Home, did I realize how many there were.
And an enjoyable book it was! I know you are a believer, Cynthia. And a completely sane person :-). The combo is a good one.
Okay, Kiddo. Calling me completely sane may be pushing it (tee hee). But I’m definitely more sane than not.
Then you may be interested in my ‘The Death’ up on my menu bar Kristine. It is something I was shown by spirit, and it was the most amazing, incredible journey. It allowed me to release my fear of death and see the true wonder behind it all.
It was an experience, like yours, that you can never forget, simply because of the love that is shared within it 😀
I have read it already, Mark! And it was fascinating. And I know life-changing for you. It must be so freeing to not have that fear of death.
It was an amazing experience Kristine. It showed me many things, but most of all, the love that is behind all we do…even in death 😀
And in that freedom that the experience gave, was a ‘let go’ so that I could now in fact ‘see’ what our journey is built on…our ability to love ourselves, unconditionally. And then love others truly, because we have finally touched and understood that love within ourselves. We always ‘project’ where we are at 😀
I can tell that it profoundly touched you. And that is how it was meant to be :-).
Fascinating! I suspect I would have very much enjoyed partnering with someone at this event, and sensing deep into their reality. I believe in every possibility. And I have no problem connecting. Some energies you have to be cautious of, but there’s other energy that syncs with ours click click click. My beloved foster mother has walked with me for years. I mention her almost on cue each and every day. She doesn’t speak in words, just memories. I have also been blessed to connect with people who need to let their loved ones cross over. It’s their loved one that sends them to me to befriend so they can go. I never asked for this privilege, it’s just part of my purpose. WOW!!!
I agree and being cautious with some energies. I have learned over the years to trust my gut over my head or my heart. It seems to be the one thing that has an almost failproof radar.
Exactamundo!
Wow, Kristine. This is my fourth “nudging” about past life experiences in the last month. Everywhere I turn lately, I read or talk to someone who mentions it. Getting hard to ignore. I believe there’s absolute energy between people, even those we don’t seem to know too well, at least in this life. So fascinating.
The Universe certainly is trying to tell you something! Dr. Weiss gives these seminars all over the country. Maybe there is one near you? Not sure if your interest is that high but he is very down to earth and actually quite funny.
Oh you know I loved every word of this post!! I, too, have had dreams of my loved ones trying to tell me something. I loved hearing about your experience at dr Weiss ‘ seminar. Very cool.
Ooh, do tell. If not here, over wine sometime. I would love to hear about those experiences!
My husband is currently stage 4 cancer. Bad situation. But we regularly talk with one another about how we plan to try to communicate once he is gone. Bitter and sweet.
I am so sorry. Truly. Wish I could say more and anything that would make a difference. But, am hoping you agree on some signs he can give you to let you know he is OK.
Thank you for having the courage to share these significant moments that are just further reminders to all of us that we are safe and loved beyond comprehension.
We are! I wish all of us could experience what I experienced when I felt that wonderful unconditional love. You described it perfectly–“safe and loved beyond comprehension.”
Thank you for sharing. I feel my mom came to me in dreams several times after she passed away. To ask me to do things like take care of my sister (who I was fighting with at the time) and to let me know when my dad’s time had come. Not long after my dad passed away, the dreams ceased.
I believe it. Do you miss those visits? Or are you OK with them being over?
It is a mixed feeling. I miss them and I miss her. They allowed me to stay connected on some level. However, they were sometimes tough emotionally.
I am sure coming back to the “real” world was difficult after those visits. And I’m not sure the missing ever really ends. I still miss my parents and at the most unexpected times. Sending you good thoughts.
Me too and thank you. 🙂
“… The older I get the less strange that seems.” Those could so be my words. I am a life-membership, card-carrying rationalist (and cynic), but age brings experiences that haven’t fitted the old paradigm, and I have had to open my mind. Your story about you Nana reminded me so strongly of my mother’s experience when my grandfather died. Mum was wracked with guilt over things she hadn’t said or done and was really struggling with his death until he came to her in a dream and told her to forgive herself.
Oh, I love that story. I truly believe the love remains. They just have to find a way to get us to feel it in our limited human form :-).
So true. Keep trying.
Thanks:). The funny part is, I think I need to effort less and just “be” more. Seems to put me in a more receptive frame of mind.