I wanted to share the most powerful experience I’ve had with respect to receiving signs. It was actually a string of experiences, really, but they all occurred on the same day, which was the very next day AFTER my first face-to-face reading with a well-known psychic medium who lives in my area. From minute one this woman absolutely blew me away with the messages she was receiving from my many family members on the other side. EVERYTHING she said was spot-on and in such powerful detail that there was simply no denying the authenticity of her gift and the reality of the experience I was having. EXCEPT (I thought) for one, tiny little detail that just didn’t quite resonate for me. She told me that my brother – with whom I’d enjoyed an extremely close relationship and whose death at 38 of AIDS had very nearly shattered me (coming, as it did, two years after the loss of my mom and one year after the loss of my grandmother…to say nothing of the loss of my father when I was ten)- but I digress! Sorry! She told me that my brother had been sending me birds as a sign of his presence. Now mind you, I’d already had some extremely powerful experiences of my brother AFTER his passing and I had no problem whatsoever believing that he and I were still engaging in some form of communication with one another…I just “knew” that none of it involved birds. I couldn’t think of a single instance when I’d been thinking of him and seen a bird or anything like that.
As a sidebar, I should mention at this point that what bonded my brother and I together more than anything was our shared sense of a very unique brand of humor. We could make each other laugh so hard we would literally cry – and often that humor involved heavy doses of sarcasm and, please excuse the less-than-delicate phrasing, but: ball breaking.
So, fast forward to the morning after that reading. Her sessions are always recorded, so I’d already begun what would become several days of listening to it over and over again in the car, trying to digest it all.
So there I was the morning after the reading, driving into school, listening to the reading and trying to get my head around the fact that she had undeniably been speaking with my very “dead” grandparents, parents and brother when I realized the point in the reading was approaching where she mentioned my brother and him sending me birds. I NO SOONER completed the thought “Yeah, see…that’s the ONLY thing you’re off on Kerrie, because he really doesn’t send me birds” when I came around a tight curve to merge onto the highway right smack along side the biggest, PURPLE-EST coach bus I’d ever seen…with a BALD EAGLE the LENGTH OF THE BUS painted on the side!!
It took me a second to process it because it was so jarring for so many reasons. When I say the ENTIRE bus was a shade of purple that has never occurred in nature, I kid you not! But there it was…this massive, rolling, electric purple billboard with an equally massive bald eagle essentially bearing down on my car. I got a chill then simultaneously burst into tears and into laughter. It was SO something my brother would do. Like “In the name of all that’s sacred! Can you see THIS bird Colleen? Is THIS one noticeable enough for you??” I still laugh when I think of it, but THAT was just the start of my day!
After arriving at school, the first thing I did was locate my sister who, happily enough, happens to work there as well. I told her all about the reading, and then of course, about what had just happened driving in. SHE burst out laughing as well and agreed that it was so completely his style. What’s more, we both wondered aloud what bus line it was because neither of us had ever seen a giant eagle-covered, neon purple bus ANYWHERE before in our travels, and I promise you, it would have been impossible to miss!
With the school day about to begin, I left my sister and started to make my way down to my classroom. As I was approaching the doorway to our computer lab I made eye contact with our computer teacher who up till that moment had been sitting at her desk by the door, but had just risen to approach the hallway. At the PRECISE moment she breached the doorway of the lab and intersected my path, her right earring (which was drop style with some kind of design inside a circle) POPPED out of her ear, traveled an arc in the air and landed directly at my feet. We both stood there for a moment looking at each other as if to say “Did that just happen?” As I bent down to pick up the earring I got that same shiver up my spine I’d just had when I saw the eagle bus. As I placed it in her palm, and I recall her reaching up to touch her ear, cocking her head and saying “THAT was really weird!” I didn’t have time to examine the earring very well but I was sure I knew what I was seeing. Still, just to be sure, I asked her what the design on it was. I did this even as I was already walking away. She looked at it and said “I don’t know. To tell you the truth I don’t think I’ve ever really looked at them that closely. I think it’s a pair of hands.” I kept on walking. From behind me I heard her shout “Hey Colleen! It IS a pair of hands…holding a little bird! Funny, I never noticed that before!” I can’t prove it, but I would SWEAR my feet never actually made contact with the ground for the rest of that stroll to my classroom. And that was STILL just the start of my day!!
After the two cosmic roundhouse kicks to the head my brother had CLEARLY lovingly delivered in order to grab my attention, I was pretty much euphoric the entire day and just floated through it. I was both, giddy, and yet, profoundly moved, by the significance of what this all really meant…not just for ME, but for everyone everywhere. That is to say, having been raised Roman Catholic I was certainly no stranger to the concept of life after death. It is, after all, what I was taught to believe Christ died on the cross to secure for us. But hearing that told to me by other people, and reading about it and studying it in parochial school for 12 years and THINKING I believed it, was decidedly NOT the same thing for me as coming up against what seemed to be incontrovertible PROOF that it was true. Still, he was holding one more cosmic anvil, and waited until I went outside for afternoon bus duty before dropping it squarely on my head…
I exited the building and the first thing I noticed was a mixed group of students (who should have been getting on their buses) and adults (who should have been entering the building to pick up their children) just standing, staring straight ahead. As I came up along side them I could finally see what they were gawking at. Directly across the street from the school (and ONLY directly across the street – not even 20 feet in either direction left and right of it, but RIGHT directly across the street) was a freakishly large flock of birds filling every inch of bare branch space in the stand of trees in the yard across the street. They seemed to be flying in – single file, from one fixed point off in the distance, directly across from where I was standing. I initially thought they were crows or ravens until I overheard our nature-guy custodian saying he didn’t know WHAT they were, but he did know they weren’t crows or ravens! So we all just stood there for a few minutes watching this endless straight line of birds flying in from this tiny point off in the distance and either land in the stand of trees, on the ground immediately in front of the trees or continue flying in a circle directly over the trees…and doing this ONLY in that one spot. There were no other birds in the sky in any direction. But there were SO many of THESE birds (on the order of 60, 70, maybe even 100 or more) that more than one adult nervously referenced Alfred Hitchcock and wondered if there might not be a remake of “The Birds” being filmed! While they were all getting slightly creeped out, I just stood there with what must have been the silliest of grins, knowing that not only were these birds NOT menacing, but that nothing could be farther from the truth. And then someone pointed out what it was that was adding so much to the surrealness of the event…it was that the birds weren’t making a sound. Nothing. No squawking, no singing, not even a flapping of wings. They just kept gliding in one after another and silently landing or circling.
This went on for about 3 minutes before we all realized that we were delaying the students’ departure so we regrouped and started filling the buses. Because the buses are so tall in relation to us, the view across the street was temporarily blocked for the 8-10 minutes it took to load them all. I got so caught up in the immediacy of the task I didn’t think to look to make sure the birds were still there, but I figured with so, SO many of them gathering, they would have to be. But as the last bus pulled away from the curb and I looked across the street, there wasn’t a single bird to be found. Not in the trees, or on the ground or circling overhead. There were dozens and dozens and dozens and then, just like that, there were none. By that time it was just me, our principal and the custodian who were standing out there and they both wondered aloud where so many birds could have gone without there being at least SOME trace of them left in the sky. SOMEWHERE.
The last thing I heard one of them say was “Well, SOMETHING over here sure had their interest, that’s for sure, but whatever it was, it must be gone now so I don’t think we’ll be seeing anymore of them.”
I distinctly recall thinking to myself as I walked back into the building to grab my purse and leave for the day “Nope. What they were interested in hasn’t left YET. And if I’m right, and everything that happened to me today really IS my brother talking to me, then when I walk out the door on the OTHER side of the building, I’m going to see at least one more of those birds. Sure enough, 5 minutes later, as I walked out the other end of the building and headed for my car which was now all alone in the overflow parking lot on that side of the building…there was, indeed, one last bird…silently circling just like before, except this time NOT over the trees across from the main entrance where I was before…but this time directly over my little parking lot and my lone little car. Despite the February freeze in the air I remember realizing that I didn’t even feel that cold. I just stood there, staring up in the sky – probably looking insane to anyone driving by – and I once again simultaneously laughed and cried and talked to “my brother” overhead. I thanked him one last time, blew a kiss and opened the driver’s side door…and the bird circled one more time and disappeared over the roof.
Incidentally…those birds have never again appeared in the 5 or 6 years that have passed since that day. And in those 5 or 6 years, I have NEVER AGAIN questioned the veracity of the signs I’m told my brother is sending!!
To those of you who invested the time in reading this. I thank you so much for indulging me. Writing about it has given me the opportunity to relive it-and in doing so, provided an unexpected but welcome feeling of peace regarding ALL aspects of my life. I also wish to assure you that every word of it is the truth. It is a sacred memory for me – just as my connection with my brother was – and STILL IS sacred to me – and therefore something I would never tarnish or profane with lies.
Brightest blessings to you all!